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basricFANDOM: CRIMINAL INTENT
CHARACTERS: LIZ/BOBBY
WORDS: 780
RATING" NC-17 EXPLICIT SEX
A/N" CONTINUATION OF THE CHOSEN ONE
Bobby snapped the phone closed.
“Still the white knight of New York?” Liz pulled a drag from a cigarette and placed it to his lips as she exhaled. He himself pulled a long drag into his lungs and tossed the cigarette down into the alley below.
“She’s my partner.”
Liz wrapped the blanket around her shoulders to include him, his cold skin absorbing the heat her body offered. He slid his hand around her cupping her bottom and pulling her firmly against him, “She’s my partner.”
Laying her head on his chest, “I know and we will take care of her Monday. She’s safe?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go back to bed. We can catch a few more hours before morning.”
She led him inside lay facing the back of the couch and felt him arrange his frame around her smaller one arm, scooping beneath to pillow her head, the other hand to rest on her hip.
“You know, it took him two hours to even think I needed protection.”
“He’s not thinking clearly.”
“Don’t you dare defend him. I could very well be back in Rawlings’ hands if not for you.”
‘I won’t let anything happen to you, Liz.” He stroked his hand down her side to soothe her, “Go to sleep. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.”
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Bobby woke alone on the couch to the smell of bacon and coffee. He slipped on his T-shirt and shorts and wondered how Liz had managed to escape without waking him. He wandered into the kitchen slipped behind her surrounded her with his arms, as he nuzzled her neck.
“You were gone when I woke.” His hands were busy freeing her breasts to questing fingers.
She relaxed back against him her breath catching as one hand stroke down to find her feminine core. A few strokes, a tug and a twist and her world shattered into a million pieces of colored confetti.
He bent her forward over the table, lifted the back of her robe to expose her to his view. With a quick check with two fingers he reassured himself she was ready for him, parted her folds and sheathed himself to the hilt with a single stroke and a groan. Liz plastered herself across the table grasping a rounded edged as he began to move.
His hands were on her hips. He bent over her to kiss her neck. She was gasping for air, “The…the table’s not gonna withstand this,” as he increased his strokes.
“This table is solid oak, it’ll hold our weight and more.”
He began to coax her, “Spread your legs a bit for me, that’s it, love.” His fingers worked magic over her clit , “Come for me. Sweetheart, let go and let’s find our satisfaction together.”
“Bobby! No, wait.”
He froze buried deep inside her, “Am I hurting you?“
Trying to put together a coherent thought and find the breath to speak she struggled to explain, “When we climax together I am lost in my own feelings, I want to be able to feel you come inside me. Please.
His chuckle rumbled through his chest and deep inside her. He stood still behind her raising her to her elbows to give him access to her breasts and felt her shudder deep inside.. He tugged and rolled the crinkled tips in his fingers until she began moving beneath him. His hands dropped back to her hips and his strokes began once more faster and harder.
When she cried out her release he slowed until he felt the last of her vaginal tremors cease, leaned down and whispered, “Are you back my love?”
“Yes,” breathlessly.
He lifted her to her toes, changed angles and fucked her with deep long stokes. She felt his cock swell inside her before it throbbed its release.
A bit later they sat at the same table sipping hot coffee dining on waffles and bacon.
“We’ll swing by my place so I can change then head over to 1PP. The tapes from the airport and Grand Central should be there for you to look at.”
Elizabeth emptied her cup. “I guess I’d better shower. Care to join me?”
“Doctor, shower sex when I was in my thirties was possible. But as I near fifty attempting shower sex gets me a slipped disk or fractured hip.”
She laughed at him taking his hand and pulling him to his feet with a quick kiss, Then its as well I more had in mind a mutual washing of backs.”
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FANDOM: CRIMINAL INTENT
CHARACTERS: LIZ/BOBBY/ROSS
WORDS: 765
RATING: M GRAPHIC LANGUAGE
A/N" CONTINUATION OF THE CHOSEN ONE
Ross walked into the squad room and zeroed in on Liz in the video room and Bobby in the conference room files stacked on the table his lists and photos pinned to the board.
“Anything?”
“I’ve got someone from the registrar’s office coming in first thing in the morning to scour the records for other property in either man’s names. So we’re stymied there until tomorrow.”
Ross glanced through the glass, “How is she?”
Bobby faced the board torn between wanting her for himself and doing what he thought was right. He settled for in-between.
“You should ask her yourself.” Not adding She needs you right now. Stop being an ass or you’re gonna lose her.
///////////////////////////////////
“Have you found him yet?”
“No. not yet.” she felt tears well behind her closed lids at his brusque tone.
“Would you say so if you did?”
Rage rose like a geyser and spewed out over him.
“Why the hell wouldn’t I. I have no reason to protect Rawlings.”
“And Henry?”
“Bastard.” Ross winced and took a step back, “I already I.D.’d Henry at the Northwestern gate to Bobby earlier.”
‘I thought. . .”
“Danny?” she reached to touch him and he unconsciously stepped back out of her reach.
“You can’t even bear for me to touch you.”
“Liz, I just some some time to come to terms.. .”
‘YOU NEED SOME TIME YOU! You’re not the one who was victimized. That would be me, Danny. ME!“
“Yes and you’re the one who threw yourself at me AND Goren. GOREN!
“You pompous bastard. You’re not half the man Goren is.”
“You’d know. Driving home you had your hands all over him.”
Burning your bridges, Captain Bobby braced his hands against the board and closed his eyes trying to tamp the elation.
“So if you’d do Goren and you’d protect one of your abductors what else did you do.”
Now you’re just being stupid, Ross Bobby shook his head.
“That’s right. I was kidnapped, stripped and tied to a bed, assault by a psychopath’s mouth and hands, and drugged. A psychopath who, by the way, intended to rape, torture and murder me and YOU begrudge my hesitancy in naming the man who helped me escape him.” Plowing on when he would interrupt, “The intelligent part of my brain knows though he said he didn’t participate in the torture/murders he’s guilty by association. The emotional part just knows he put himself in danger to save me. And once the drug took effect and when I sucked his cock and begged him to fuck me. He refused. He left me somewhere safe and called you, a police captain.”
“You sucked his cock?”
Liz threw up her hands. Fuck you, Danny. I’m going down to the morgue. I have some unfinished work to do.”
Ross stormed to his office and slammed the door. Bobby caught Liz at the elevator.
“No, you cannot go anywhere alone.’
Still steaming, “It’s a secured building.”
Bobby took her arm, “Rawling has a badge and entrance into the garage. You know as well as I with the bay doors and exits in and out of the morgue, its not safe.
“So what do you want me to do?”
“Give me a few minutes and I’ll take you down so you can gather your paperwork and bring it up here until I can take you home.
/////////////////////////////////////
Several hours later Ross emerged to find Liz sitting in the conference room doing paperwork while Bobby sat across from her busy scribbling in his notebook.
“Dr. Rodgers, I’ve arranged for Officer Perkins here pointing to the young petite female officer, “to take you home and stay with you. Now.”
Liz began to gather her things and followed the officer out.
“Oh, Goren, can you arrange for her relief before you get too deeply involved back there. I have to go and pick up my boys. Anything yet.”
“Henry bought a ticket with a final destination of the Ivory Coast,” he tried with difficulty not to watch Liz go.
“No extradition. I’ll talk to the D.A. see if we can get him immunity to testify against Rawlings. If we catch the bastard.”
“When.”
“What?”
“You said if.”
“He’s probably long gone by now.”
No, he’s not finished what he needs to do.”
“Which is?”
“Kill the one that got away and take Alex.”
////////////////////
Ross disappeared into his office and Bobby called out to Liz as the elevator rang, “Dr. Rodgers, your coat.” She met him halfway. He could see the need for comfort in her eyes and what the hell he pulled her against him letting her listen to the steady beat of his heart as he wrapped her coat over her shoulders. He kissed the teardrop from her lash. Officer Perkins eyes widened when their lips brushed but wisely kept her own council. Bobby walked her to join the officer, “Take care of her. Get your partner to ride with you to her apartment.” To Liz, “I’ll be finished here in a couple of hours. Don’t stop anywhere. Once inside bolt the door and open it to no one but me. I don’t care if the fire alarm goes off. You stay in that apartment.
Liz cocked her head to the side, “You can be a little bossy, Goren.”
“Don’t make me have to punish you.”
“Promises, promises.”
Officer Perkins lost her eyebrows beneath her bangs but kept her shock off her face.
///////////////////////////////////
FANDOM: CRIMINAL INTENT
CHARACTERS: OC/BOBBY
WORDS: 298
RATING: M graphic language
A/N" CONTINUATION OF THE CHOSEN ONE
Rawlings hidden in the shadows almost danced with glee at the sight of the tiny female officer who would apparently be guarding Dr. Rodgers tonight. How exciting. Two for one. And settled himself deeper in the shadows to wait for the building to settle.
//////////////////////////////////
The itch between Bobby’s shoulder blades wouldn’t go away. Finally he slammed his binder shut, gathered his files and those that Liz had left, grabbed his coat and headed for the elevator bank.
///////////////////////////////////
Rawlings pulled the surgical gloves over his hands and pressed the elevator button. The roar of an engine had him slinking back into the shadows. He almost screamed his frustration at the sight of the black SUV. He cursed to himself, he’d left his gun in the car.
Bobby was a man of science a man who relied on facts, but he never over-ruled his instincts. They were screaming at him now.
He stepped back from the elevator and called into the murkiness of the garage. “Come out, Rawlings. I know you’re there I smell your stench. Come scurry out of the shadows into the light so I can squash you like the cockroach you are.”
Rawlings seethed but remained motionless. One day he was going to kill Goren, but not before he made him suffer.
Bobby stepped into the waiting car. “You’ll never have either of them. Alex is safe from you and you weren’t even man enough to rape Liz much less kill her.
He stepped back into the car, "I always knew you were a fucking coward."
CHARACTERS: LIZ/BOBBY
WORDS: 780
RATING" NC-17 EXPLICIT SEX
A/N" CONTINUATION OF THE CHOSEN ONE
Bobby snapped the phone closed.
“Still the white knight of New York?” Liz pulled a drag from a cigarette and placed it to his lips as she exhaled. He himself pulled a long drag into his lungs and tossed the cigarette down into the alley below.
“She’s my partner.”
Liz wrapped the blanket around her shoulders to include him, his cold skin absorbing the heat her body offered. He slid his hand around her cupping her bottom and pulling her firmly against him, “She’s my partner.”
Laying her head on his chest, “I know and we will take care of her Monday. She’s safe?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go back to bed. We can catch a few more hours before morning.”
She led him inside lay facing the back of the couch and felt him arrange his frame around her smaller one arm, scooping beneath to pillow her head, the other hand to rest on her hip.
“You know, it took him two hours to even think I needed protection.”
“He’s not thinking clearly.”
“Don’t you dare defend him. I could very well be back in Rawlings’ hands if not for you.”
‘I won’t let anything happen to you, Liz.” He stroked his hand down her side to soothe her, “Go to sleep. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.”
////////////////////////////////////
Bobby woke alone on the couch to the smell of bacon and coffee. He slipped on his T-shirt and shorts and wondered how Liz had managed to escape without waking him. He wandered into the kitchen slipped behind her surrounded her with his arms, as he nuzzled her neck.
“You were gone when I woke.” His hands were busy freeing her breasts to questing fingers.
She relaxed back against him her breath catching as one hand stroke down to find her feminine core. A few strokes, a tug and a twist and her world shattered into a million pieces of colored confetti.
He bent her forward over the table, lifted the back of her robe to expose her to his view. With a quick check with two fingers he reassured himself she was ready for him, parted her folds and sheathed himself to the hilt with a single stroke and a groan. Liz plastered herself across the table grasping a rounded edged as he began to move.
His hands were on her hips. He bent over her to kiss her neck. She was gasping for air, “The…the table’s not gonna withstand this,” as he increased his strokes.
“This table is solid oak, it’ll hold our weight and more.”
He began to coax her, “Spread your legs a bit for me, that’s it, love.” His fingers worked magic over her clit , “Come for me. Sweetheart, let go and let’s find our satisfaction together.”
“Bobby! No, wait.”
He froze buried deep inside her, “Am I hurting you?“
Trying to put together a coherent thought and find the breath to speak she struggled to explain, “When we climax together I am lost in my own feelings, I want to be able to feel you come inside me. Please.
His chuckle rumbled through his chest and deep inside her. He stood still behind her raising her to her elbows to give him access to her breasts and felt her shudder deep inside.. He tugged and rolled the crinkled tips in his fingers until she began moving beneath him. His hands dropped back to her hips and his strokes began once more faster and harder.
When she cried out her release he slowed until he felt the last of her vaginal tremors cease, leaned down and whispered, “Are you back my love?”
“Yes,” breathlessly.
He lifted her to her toes, changed angles and fucked her with deep long stokes. She felt his cock swell inside her before it throbbed its release.
A bit later they sat at the same table sipping hot coffee dining on waffles and bacon.
“We’ll swing by my place so I can change then head over to 1PP. The tapes from the airport and Grand Central should be there for you to look at.”
Elizabeth emptied her cup. “I guess I’d better shower. Care to join me?”
“Doctor, shower sex when I was in my thirties was possible. But as I near fifty attempting shower sex gets me a slipped disk or fractured hip.”
She laughed at him taking his hand and pulling him to his feet with a quick kiss, Then its as well I more had in mind a mutual washing of backs.”
/////////////////////////////////////
FANDOM: CRIMINAL INTENT
CHARACTERS: LIZ/BOBBY/ROSS
WORDS: 765
RATING: M GRAPHIC LANGUAGE
A/N" CONTINUATION OF THE CHOSEN ONE
Ross walked into the squad room and zeroed in on Liz in the video room and Bobby in the conference room files stacked on the table his lists and photos pinned to the board.
“Anything?”
“I’ve got someone from the registrar’s office coming in first thing in the morning to scour the records for other property in either man’s names. So we’re stymied there until tomorrow.”
Ross glanced through the glass, “How is she?”
Bobby faced the board torn between wanting her for himself and doing what he thought was right. He settled for in-between.
“You should ask her yourself.” Not adding She needs you right now. Stop being an ass or you’re gonna lose her.
///////////////////////////////////
“Have you found him yet?”
“No. not yet.” she felt tears well behind her closed lids at his brusque tone.
“Would you say so if you did?”
Rage rose like a geyser and spewed out over him.
“Why the hell wouldn’t I. I have no reason to protect Rawlings.”
“And Henry?”
“Bastard.” Ross winced and took a step back, “I already I.D.’d Henry at the Northwestern gate to Bobby earlier.”
‘I thought. . .”
“Danny?” she reached to touch him and he unconsciously stepped back out of her reach.
“You can’t even bear for me to touch you.”
“Liz, I just some some time to come to terms.. .”
‘YOU NEED SOME TIME YOU! You’re not the one who was victimized. That would be me, Danny. ME!“
“Yes and you’re the one who threw yourself at me AND Goren. GOREN!
“You pompous bastard. You’re not half the man Goren is.”
“You’d know. Driving home you had your hands all over him.”
Burning your bridges, Captain Bobby braced his hands against the board and closed his eyes trying to tamp the elation.
“So if you’d do Goren and you’d protect one of your abductors what else did you do.”
Now you’re just being stupid, Ross Bobby shook his head.
“That’s right. I was kidnapped, stripped and tied to a bed, assault by a psychopath’s mouth and hands, and drugged. A psychopath who, by the way, intended to rape, torture and murder me and YOU begrudge my hesitancy in naming the man who helped me escape him.” Plowing on when he would interrupt, “The intelligent part of my brain knows though he said he didn’t participate in the torture/murders he’s guilty by association. The emotional part just knows he put himself in danger to save me. And once the drug took effect and when I sucked his cock and begged him to fuck me. He refused. He left me somewhere safe and called you, a police captain.”
“You sucked his cock?”
Liz threw up her hands. Fuck you, Danny. I’m going down to the morgue. I have some unfinished work to do.”
Ross stormed to his office and slammed the door. Bobby caught Liz at the elevator.
“No, you cannot go anywhere alone.’
Still steaming, “It’s a secured building.”
Bobby took her arm, “Rawling has a badge and entrance into the garage. You know as well as I with the bay doors and exits in and out of the morgue, its not safe.
“So what do you want me to do?”
“Give me a few minutes and I’ll take you down so you can gather your paperwork and bring it up here until I can take you home.
/////////////////////////////////////
Several hours later Ross emerged to find Liz sitting in the conference room doing paperwork while Bobby sat across from her busy scribbling in his notebook.
“Dr. Rodgers, I’ve arranged for Officer Perkins here pointing to the young petite female officer, “to take you home and stay with you. Now.”
Liz began to gather her things and followed the officer out.
“Oh, Goren, can you arrange for her relief before you get too deeply involved back there. I have to go and pick up my boys. Anything yet.”
“Henry bought a ticket with a final destination of the Ivory Coast,” he tried with difficulty not to watch Liz go.
“No extradition. I’ll talk to the D.A. see if we can get him immunity to testify against Rawlings. If we catch the bastard.”
“When.”
“What?”
“You said if.”
“He’s probably long gone by now.”
No, he’s not finished what he needs to do.”
“Which is?”
“Kill the one that got away and take Alex.”
////////////////////
Ross disappeared into his office and Bobby called out to Liz as the elevator rang, “Dr. Rodgers, your coat.” She met him halfway. He could see the need for comfort in her eyes and what the hell he pulled her against him letting her listen to the steady beat of his heart as he wrapped her coat over her shoulders. He kissed the teardrop from her lash. Officer Perkins eyes widened when their lips brushed but wisely kept her own council. Bobby walked her to join the officer, “Take care of her. Get your partner to ride with you to her apartment.” To Liz, “I’ll be finished here in a couple of hours. Don’t stop anywhere. Once inside bolt the door and open it to no one but me. I don’t care if the fire alarm goes off. You stay in that apartment.
Liz cocked her head to the side, “You can be a little bossy, Goren.”
“Don’t make me have to punish you.”
“Promises, promises.”
Officer Perkins lost her eyebrows beneath her bangs but kept her shock off her face.
///////////////////////////////////
FANDOM: CRIMINAL INTENT
CHARACTERS: OC/BOBBY
WORDS: 298
RATING: M graphic language
A/N" CONTINUATION OF THE CHOSEN ONE
Rawlings hidden in the shadows almost danced with glee at the sight of the tiny female officer who would apparently be guarding Dr. Rodgers tonight. How exciting. Two for one. And settled himself deeper in the shadows to wait for the building to settle.
//////////////////////////////////
The itch between Bobby’s shoulder blades wouldn’t go away. Finally he slammed his binder shut, gathered his files and those that Liz had left, grabbed his coat and headed for the elevator bank.
///////////////////////////////////
Rawlings pulled the surgical gloves over his hands and pressed the elevator button. The roar of an engine had him slinking back into the shadows. He almost screamed his frustration at the sight of the black SUV. He cursed to himself, he’d left his gun in the car.
Bobby was a man of science a man who relied on facts, but he never over-ruled his instincts. They were screaming at him now.
He stepped back from the elevator and called into the murkiness of the garage. “Come out, Rawlings. I know you’re there I smell your stench. Come scurry out of the shadows into the light so I can squash you like the cockroach you are.”
Rawlings seethed but remained motionless. One day he was going to kill Goren, but not before he made him suffer.
Bobby stepped into the waiting car. “You’ll never have either of them. Alex is safe from you and you weren’t even man enough to rape Liz much less kill her.
He stepped back into the car, "I always knew you were a fucking coward."
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