READ ME, READ ME, PLEASE READ ME.
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basricThis is the little drabble that grew and grew. It started for the CI100 Alternate Universe Challenge--too big......so I took it over to the Thursday 100 plus, Remainder Challenge APPARENTLY STILL TOO BIG. There, where the poor little thing was never read.
It wakes me up in the middle of the night crying for acknowledgment--praise or criticism. It thinks it's a pretty neat story.
So, would one of my friends take five minutes and read it and tell my little story whether it was worth writing or is just crap. I promise both our egos can take it. THANKS.
TITLE: WHAT IF...
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: Bobby/Alex
WORD COUNT: 1225
RATING: K+ (Adult situations)
A/N: To my shipper friends. This is as close to a ship as I ever plan to get.
WHAT IF BOBBY HADN'T HAD TO LEAVE THE ARMY...WOULD FATE STILL HAVE BROUGHT THEM TOGETHER?
A sharp rap on the door. An abrupt response, “Enter.”
An open door, “Colonel?”
The lieutenant ushered three giggling women into the office. The three ladies stood before the large oak desk with a very big man sitting behind it. As he perused each one, they sobered and looked guiltily at the floor. Alex felt like the pupil standing before the principal.
“Ladies, you have caused my men a great deal of trouble tonight.”
The petite blonde rose to her full five foot five height, “We were just having fun. It was the soldiers that got out of hand.”
The colonel looked through the passports and other identification then at each woman. “At your instigation. Aren’t you a little old to have men fighting over you. I’d think you would know better. Especially drinking men?”
They were dressed to party, short thin sleeveless shirts, low riding jeans. They were all in their mid thirties. And not a little inebriated. Stubbornly Alex leaned on his desk giving him a view of her lace cupped breasts, “We're just vacationing and looking to have a good time.”
“Ladies, you caused a fight in a German bar…you are lucky the MP’s arrived before the deutsche Polizei. You will spend the night here as our guests and receive your passports and ID’s when you leave in the morning and I would give you a word of advice. We want you to enjoy yourselves; however pitting a Marine, an Airman, and an Army Lieutenant against each other for your favors is frowned on. Along with being an incendiary situation.”
“We were just having some fun.” the brunette whined.
“If ending up being forced into a back room and raped by thirty or forty men is what you should call fun.” He held up a hand to silence them. “And do not think it could not have happened . . . It has happened. This not only would have damaged you if you’ve survived the attack, it but also destroyed the lives of the drunken soldiers you incited. You were very lucky the MP’s were called.”
“Lieutenant Ramos take the ladies to a secured bunk area and wake Private Rita Mendez to guard them. Give her these personal items to be returned when they leave in the morning.”
“Detective Eames?” the petite blond turned from the door. “Please stay a moment.” The request startled them both.
Once the room cleared Alex strolled over and perched on the edge of the Colonel’s desk. She crossed her legs and reached over to pick up his name plate. “What can I do for you Colonel Robert O. Goren?”
Bobby removed his name plate and replaced it in its exact spot. He picked up her passport and badge. His thumb rubbed across the badge number and words, Major Case Squad.”. The raised impression sent a tremor of recognition through him like a electric shock. He dropped it onto this desk.
“You’re a New York City Major Case detective?”
“Why yes.”
"Then you of the three should have been aware of the situation you were creating." Again his hand raised to stop her, "Would you have done the same in New York. Challenged men you did not know to drinking and removing clothes, to dancing on the table. Did you think because they wore uniforms they'd be gentlemen...you should certainly know better than that."
Her bottom lip trembled and her eyes softened to pleading pools. Tears shimmered in her eyes.
He did not like the sexual vibes he was intercepting from her and pushed back to stand up. He was a man who enjoyed order and the familiar. She disturbed him.
Alex watched him stand. There was something about him that pulled her. He was big, really big. Not fat. Big. That chest. Those shoulders. His eyes were the color of dark rich melted chocolate his hair brown and curled even shortly cropped with traces of silver. He had an arresting face and beautiful hands and long fingers. My, oh my.
He stood a foot away and she crossed to him placing a dainty hand on his muscled chest. She felt his heart rate increase.
He gently removed it and she looked at the large gold ring on his left hand, tossed her hair and turned, picking up a photo from his desk. “Your family.”
“Yes. My wife and children.”
“They’re a lovely family, your wife is Italian? And five children?!”
He took the photograph from her, “Yes, from outside Florence. Rob my oldest starts University in the fall. My daughter’s turning sixteen next week. The youngest boys are twelve, eight and two.”
“Quite a spread,” she moved closer against his body, running a fingertip down his chest and wondered what it would take to get the Colonel to share her bed for the night. “Tell me, Colonel Goren, I know you find me attractive and desireable.”
Unfortunately he did but he stepped back again.
“Tell me in the nineteen or so years you’ve been married, have you ever . . . Um strayed.
“It’s twenty years and no I am faithful to my marriage.“
Alex turned her attention to the other picture on the desk and picked it up. “Your mother?”
“Yes, my mom, she died from pneumonia when I was twenty.” A flicker of sadness crossed his face. “I was unable to attend her funeral, I was on assignment in Korea.”
“I’m sorry. Is that a hint of a New York accent I hear in your voice?”
“Thank you, it was a long time ago, and yes I was a Brooklyn boy.”
“Really, have you been back?”
“No.”
She looked up at him through her lashes. “You’re about to reach retirement age aren’t you, Colonel? Planning on coming home.”
“My wife inherited a chateau and vineyard in Tuscany from her parents. That’s home. “
Alex moved closer where her breasts brushed his body. Her scent filled his senses. A sudden sense of déjà vu enveloped him. She raised her face, offered her lips and for the first time in twenty one years he was tempted.
A rap on the door broke her spell and he moved behind his chair. A sharp “Enter” brought the lieutenant back into the room. Bobby handed Alex’s belonging to the lieutenant. “Show Detective Eames to her room. That'll be all.”
Alex paused at the door catching and holding Bobby’s eyes, “Consider me properly chastised, Colonel. If you change your mind, you know where I am.”
With a swish of her ass she was gone. Bobby sat down hard in his chair wondering what it was about the petite little blonde that unsettled him so much. His phone rang and he answered sharper than he intended.
“Bad night, il mio tesoro.”
“Not now that I hear your voice, inamorata, how are the children?”
After he hung up the phone with a smile, he went back to signing papers. The petite detective forgotten.
Alex lay on the army cot thinking about Colonel Robert Goren. There was something--something. An unbelievable sense of déjà vu. He sent her blood rushing and desire burned its way through her body pooling in her lower body. Every sound had her turning toward the closed door hoping he’d changed his mind, until finally sleep claimed her.
The next morning she asked about the Colonel as she and her friends left the building.
The lieutenant rubbed his neck, “Well, you just missed him. He left on a two week leave for home.”
She sighed, reached into her purse and took out her MCS card and wrote, ‘If you’re ever in NYC give me a call. Alex.’ “Will you put this on his desk please.”
Alex left wondering what it was about the Colonel that attracted her so deeply. She’d not felt this kind of desire since Joe's death. The Colonel . . . married with children . . . what a pity.
(So Fate brought them together--destiny--but too late.)
It wakes me up in the middle of the night crying for acknowledgment--praise or criticism. It thinks it's a pretty neat story.
So, would one of my friends take five minutes and read it and tell my little story whether it was worth writing or is just crap. I promise both our egos can take it. THANKS.
TITLE: WHAT IF...
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: Bobby/Alex
WORD COUNT: 1225
RATING: K+ (Adult situations)
A/N: To my shipper friends. This is as close to a ship as I ever plan to get.
WHAT IF BOBBY HADN'T HAD TO LEAVE THE ARMY...WOULD FATE STILL HAVE BROUGHT THEM TOGETHER?
A sharp rap on the door. An abrupt response, “Enter.”
An open door, “Colonel?”
The lieutenant ushered three giggling women into the office. The three ladies stood before the large oak desk with a very big man sitting behind it. As he perused each one, they sobered and looked guiltily at the floor. Alex felt like the pupil standing before the principal.
“Ladies, you have caused my men a great deal of trouble tonight.”
The petite blonde rose to her full five foot five height, “We were just having fun. It was the soldiers that got out of hand.”
The colonel looked through the passports and other identification then at each woman. “At your instigation. Aren’t you a little old to have men fighting over you. I’d think you would know better. Especially drinking men?”
They were dressed to party, short thin sleeveless shirts, low riding jeans. They were all in their mid thirties. And not a little inebriated. Stubbornly Alex leaned on his desk giving him a view of her lace cupped breasts, “We're just vacationing and looking to have a good time.”
“Ladies, you caused a fight in a German bar…you are lucky the MP’s arrived before the deutsche Polizei. You will spend the night here as our guests and receive your passports and ID’s when you leave in the morning and I would give you a word of advice. We want you to enjoy yourselves; however pitting a Marine, an Airman, and an Army Lieutenant against each other for your favors is frowned on. Along with being an incendiary situation.”
“We were just having some fun.” the brunette whined.
“If ending up being forced into a back room and raped by thirty or forty men is what you should call fun.” He held up a hand to silence them. “And do not think it could not have happened . . . It has happened. This not only would have damaged you if you’ve survived the attack, it but also destroyed the lives of the drunken soldiers you incited. You were very lucky the MP’s were called.”
“Lieutenant Ramos take the ladies to a secured bunk area and wake Private Rita Mendez to guard them. Give her these personal items to be returned when they leave in the morning.”
“Detective Eames?” the petite blond turned from the door. “Please stay a moment.” The request startled them both.
Once the room cleared Alex strolled over and perched on the edge of the Colonel’s desk. She crossed her legs and reached over to pick up his name plate. “What can I do for you Colonel Robert O. Goren?”
Bobby removed his name plate and replaced it in its exact spot. He picked up her passport and badge. His thumb rubbed across the badge number and words, Major Case Squad.”. The raised impression sent a tremor of recognition through him like a electric shock. He dropped it onto this desk.
“You’re a New York City Major Case detective?”
“Why yes.”
"Then you of the three should have been aware of the situation you were creating." Again his hand raised to stop her, "Would you have done the same in New York. Challenged men you did not know to drinking and removing clothes, to dancing on the table. Did you think because they wore uniforms they'd be gentlemen...you should certainly know better than that."
Her bottom lip trembled and her eyes softened to pleading pools. Tears shimmered in her eyes.
He did not like the sexual vibes he was intercepting from her and pushed back to stand up. He was a man who enjoyed order and the familiar. She disturbed him.
Alex watched him stand. There was something about him that pulled her. He was big, really big. Not fat. Big. That chest. Those shoulders. His eyes were the color of dark rich melted chocolate his hair brown and curled even shortly cropped with traces of silver. He had an arresting face and beautiful hands and long fingers. My, oh my.
He stood a foot away and she crossed to him placing a dainty hand on his muscled chest. She felt his heart rate increase.
He gently removed it and she looked at the large gold ring on his left hand, tossed her hair and turned, picking up a photo from his desk. “Your family.”
“Yes. My wife and children.”
“They’re a lovely family, your wife is Italian? And five children?!”
He took the photograph from her, “Yes, from outside Florence. Rob my oldest starts University in the fall. My daughter’s turning sixteen next week. The youngest boys are twelve, eight and two.”
“Quite a spread,” she moved closer against his body, running a fingertip down his chest and wondered what it would take to get the Colonel to share her bed for the night. “Tell me, Colonel Goren, I know you find me attractive and desireable.”
Unfortunately he did but he stepped back again.
“Tell me in the nineteen or so years you’ve been married, have you ever . . . Um strayed.
“It’s twenty years and no I am faithful to my marriage.“
Alex turned her attention to the other picture on the desk and picked it up. “Your mother?”
“Yes, my mom, she died from pneumonia when I was twenty.” A flicker of sadness crossed his face. “I was unable to attend her funeral, I was on assignment in Korea.”
“I’m sorry. Is that a hint of a New York accent I hear in your voice?”
“Thank you, it was a long time ago, and yes I was a Brooklyn boy.”
“Really, have you been back?”
“No.”
She looked up at him through her lashes. “You’re about to reach retirement age aren’t you, Colonel? Planning on coming home.”
“My wife inherited a chateau and vineyard in Tuscany from her parents. That’s home. “
Alex moved closer where her breasts brushed his body. Her scent filled his senses. A sudden sense of déjà vu enveloped him. She raised her face, offered her lips and for the first time in twenty one years he was tempted.
A rap on the door broke her spell and he moved behind his chair. A sharp “Enter” brought the lieutenant back into the room. Bobby handed Alex’s belonging to the lieutenant. “Show Detective Eames to her room. That'll be all.”
Alex paused at the door catching and holding Bobby’s eyes, “Consider me properly chastised, Colonel. If you change your mind, you know where I am.”
With a swish of her ass she was gone. Bobby sat down hard in his chair wondering what it was about the petite little blonde that unsettled him so much. His phone rang and he answered sharper than he intended.
“Bad night, il mio tesoro.”
“Not now that I hear your voice, inamorata, how are the children?”
After he hung up the phone with a smile, he went back to signing papers. The petite detective forgotten.
Alex lay on the army cot thinking about Colonel Robert Goren. There was something--something. An unbelievable sense of déjà vu. He sent her blood rushing and desire burned its way through her body pooling in her lower body. Every sound had her turning toward the closed door hoping he’d changed his mind, until finally sleep claimed her.
The next morning she asked about the Colonel as she and her friends left the building.
The lieutenant rubbed his neck, “Well, you just missed him. He left on a two week leave for home.”
She sighed, reached into her purse and took out her MCS card and wrote, ‘If you’re ever in NYC give me a call. Alex.’ “Will you put this on his desk please.”
Alex left wondering what it was about the Colonel that attracted her so deeply. She’d not felt this kind of desire since Joe's death. The Colonel . . . married with children . . . what a pity.
(So Fate brought them together--destiny--but too late.)
