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PoisonousIvee
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- Nov 28, 2017
๐๐จ ๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ค ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ค๐๐ฒ
๐ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ง๐จ ๐๐๐ข๐ฅ ๐ข๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ข๐ฅ
๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ง๐จ ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฏ๐
๐ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ง๐จ ๐๐๐ข๐ฅ ๐ข๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ข๐ฅ
๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ง๐จ ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฏ๐
Stefan Bekowsky was many things. He was a good cop, a better detective, and a pretty fun guy to be around. He had been on the Traffic desk for three years now, and was paired with a war hero - Cole Phelps. They got along together pretty well, at least when Cole wasn't wound so tight. Stefan would call him intense; very straight to the point and no nonsense when he worked a case. Stefan was the exact opposite; he had been at this for far too long, and seen way too much to take everything as seriously as Cole did. Adding too much stress to your life put you in an early grave. And being a ripe 26, Stefan was not ready to buy the farm any time soon.
It was during their time together that Stefan met the woman of his dreams. Ciara Byrne, a young and fiery 25 year old woman, was next of kin to a victim in a hit and run Cole and Stefan were assigned to. She was one hundred percent his type; witty, smart, laughed at his jokes, took his flirtations easily into stride, and to top it all off - the cherry on this perfect cake - she was a redhead. She was everything he ever wanted and then some. But, seeing as how they met, he did his best to avoid any romantic involvement. It was rather improper of him to court her, especially after finding the people who killed her brother.
Damn him if he couldn't help himself. He pursued her anyway, even after she did her best to distance herself from him and keep things friendly, he didn't want to leave well enough alone. He wanted her, and God as his witness, he was going to have her. Even as Cole scolded him like an old maid, telling him it was unprofessional to try and date a woman he met through a case, he didn't listen.
He laid his charms on thick; picking her up from work, asking her to dinner, anything he could think off, he did it. He pulled out all the stops. He would push his luck until it got him one of two things: a kiss or a heaping amount of trouble with Captain Leary.
He got his kiss. And he got his girl. Life was smooth sailing from here.
"Stefan? Stefan!" Cole waved his hand in front of Stefan's face, scowling gently as he leaned over Bekowsky's desk to look at him, "Central to Stefan, how copy?" Oh, great, there's that stupid military jargon. Cole must have meant business, or maybe Stefan was daydreaming for too long, who could say?
