I wanna stand with you on a mountain
I wanna bathe with you in the sea
I wanna lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
In which a black haired detective falls for a blonde haired Paramedic
Or
In which Juliette Zvonecek falls for one o...
Russian will be used in this chapter but I'm not Russian, I don't speak any languages other than English so google translate is used so when Juliette speaks in Russian the translation will be in brackets beside the Russian sentence. And their is a mention of suicide it won't be anything too graphic but I thought I should give you a warning. I also want you to know that I don't know anything about boxing or wrestling which are two of Juliette's hobbies so I'm sorry if things are wrong.
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Juliette had never been one to sit around and wait for clues or witnesses, she was always trying to solve cases at work, it's probably why she was one of the best detectives in the city of Chicago. Juliette hated being on the sideline, especially when she began a case; she has to finish it once she has started. Today was a surprisingly quite day at the 21st district, Juliette was working on some paperwork, she hadn't slept well that night so she was actually glad it was quite.
"Jay fancy coming mollys for a few drinks tonight? I need my wingman" Juliette said propping her head up on her elbows while she was sat at her desk.
"In other words you need me to help you get laid" Jay smirks towards the black haired woman.
"I said nothing about getting laid" Juliette laughed.
"Juliette, this is the third time this week you've wanted me to be your wingman and it's only Wednesday. You can't keep having one night stands! Your not a" Jay said pausing before he got to finish the sentence.
"I'm not a what Jay! Go on... say it" Juliette said angrily, she knew what Jay was implying
"Nothing" Jay said shaking his head
"ты должен быть моим другом! а ты намекаешь что я шлюха (your meant to be my friend! and your implying i'm a whore)" Juliette raised her voice speaking in Russian which was something she did when she's angry, she doesn't intend to
"Julie' English please! You know I don't understand when you speak Russian" Jay says calmly trying to talk his best friend down from the line she was on, she was angry, she didn't expect her best friend to imply that she's a whore. She's just trying to take her mind off her best friends death
"Нет Джей! Я не хочу это слышать! (No Jay! I don't want to hear it!)" Juliette said forcefully standing up grabbing her cigarettes and lighter before heading out of the bullpen, through the metal gates and out side. She pulled a cigarette from the packet and put it between her lips so she could light it. Juliette didn't smoke much, she often had one with her morning coffee and before bed, they were two times you could count on Juliette having a cigarette.
"Breath Juliette, breath" Juliette mumbled to herself taking a drag from her cigarette which she held between her middle and forefinger.
The rest of intelligence looked towards Jay after Juliette had left, they all knew that Juliette only really spoke her native language when angry and when she wants to talk to Otis about something she doesn't want anyone to know about and not to forget when she's with family.
