Title: Friends or Enemies
Author: Kim
Disclaimer: I do not own Frank Donovan or the other UC team, I just borrow them. Other characters are mine. Don't have money, so you can't sue.
Feedback: Please and be honest. Kweb9173@aol.com
Frank Donovan flipped the light on in his apartment. He let his eyes adjust a few seconds to the light. He tossed his keys and wallet on the table and walked towards his bedroom. He was about to put his gun away when he heard knocking on his door. It was two in the morning, he wasn't expecting company. He walked to the door and looked through the peephole. "Who is it?" he asked.
"Um, hi," a voice said through the door. "My name's Melissa. I live a couple doors down from you. I have a package that came for you."
"Just a second." he responded, placing his gun back in his side holster. He unlocked the door and let the woman in.
"I'm sorry, I know it's late," she started to ramble, "but I thought I heard you walking in the hall and took a chance. Oh, sorry, I'm Melissa Woods. 11B."
"Frank Donovan." he replied taking the package from her. He studied her for a few moments. She was about 5' 7, short brown hair, lots of freckles. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Just a glass of water." she replied, looking around the apartment. "So, what are you?"
Donovan looked at her as he handed her the glass, "What?"
"Lieutenant? Sergeant? Captain?" Melissa asked, pointing to his gun.
Donovan smiled when he realized she was asking him what he does. "I'm not a cop." he smiled.
"I see," Melissa laughed, "that explains why you're not here much. I tried to stop by every day to give you the package. Well, it's late and you must be tired. I'll see ya around."
Donovan watched Melissa walk out the door. He was locking up when the knocking started. He opened the door and saw Melissa standing there.
"Look, I don't normally do this. Would you like to come over for dinner on Friday night?" she asked.
"I don't know." Donovan started to say.
"I'm harmless." Melissa smiled.
"What I mean I work odd hours," he explained.
"Well, how about this. On Friday night, I'll make dinner. Come over whenever you get off work. I work odd hours too. I won't take no for an answer." Melissa smiled at him.
"I can't promise anything." Donovan replied.
"Good enough. See you sometime Friday." Melissa said, turning around walking back to her apartment.
Donovan closed the door and smiled. He was looking forward to Friday night.
Friday night
Donovan walked into his bedroom and put his gun away. He looked at the clock; it was a quarter after eleven. He debated whether or not he should go over to Melissa's. He was hungry and he did say he would try.
Melissa Ann Woods. Freelance photographer, world traveler. Just turned thirty. Youngest of three children to divorced parents. A graduate of Florida State. Likes to swim, read and take photos.
Donovan discreetly did his homework on his neighbor. Can't be too careful, he thought. He went into the bathroom to wash up and change his clothes. Ten minutes later he was knocking on Melissa's door.
"Come in," she yelled.
"You shouldn't leave your door unlocked," he said walking into her apartment. There was jazz music coming from the living room. The smell of Italian cooking filled the room.
"I knew it was you." she commented from the kitchen. "Can I get you something to drink? Oh goodness!" Melissa turned to realize that Donovan was standing behind her.
"Point proven." Donovan smiled. "Can I help?"
"Do you always sneak up on people like that?" she asked. "No, everything's ready. Please sit down."
"I walk quiet," he laughed, hearing Alex's voice in his head telling him to stop sneaking up on her.
They sat down and had a quiet dinner. They laughed and made small talk. Donovan listened to Melissa talk about her mother. She never talked about her father. They started talking more as he helped her clear the table.
"Do you like taking photographs?" Donovan asked her.
"I don't recall telling you what I do for a living." Melissa smiled, turning to look at him. "You had me checked out."
"A guy can't be too careful nowadays," he laughed.
"I see," she laughed, "I could've had you checked out too. My brother's a cop in the suburbs, but that would take the fun out of getting to know each other. So, you must be a PI."
Donovan hesitated in answering her question. "I work for the government." Donovan answered.
Melissa studied Donovan for a few minutes. That explains some things, she thought. Cool, calm, controlled. "I see." she answered.
Donovan was waiting for her to start asking questions about who he worked for and what he did. Instead, she asked him for a dance. That surprised him. She took his word that he worked for the government. If she has her brother check on him, he'll know.
Melissa took Donovan by the hand and led him into her living room. Donovan pulled her close. Melissa rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She let him dance her around the living room. He inhaled her perfume. It was light, it seemed to fit Melissa.
He was enjoying the dance. He hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time. He held Melissa a little closer. Melissa raised her head to look at Donovan. He has the most intense brown eyes she's seen. They mesmerized her.
They didn't realize they stopped dancing. They stood there, looking into each other's eyes. Donovan lowered his head and kissed her lips. Melissa was shocked at the gentleness of the kiss. Which is why she was even surprised when she pushed Donovan away.
"I'm sorry," Melissa started to say, "this isn't the reason why I invited you for dinner."
"You don't owe me an apology." Donovan said. He noticed her clock said three thirty. "I should go."
Melissa walked Donovan out. "Thanks for coming." she smiled shyly.
"Don't forget to lock it," he said as Melissa closed the door. He started to walk back to his apartment, calling himself every name he could think of in the English language and some other languages. He felt comfortable with Melissa and he blew it by kissing her. He was just about to enter his apartment when Melissa called out to him.
"Frank," Melissa called, "Dinner next week. Same day. Same time."
Donovan turned and smiled at her. "I'll try." he responded walking into his apartment.
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Over the next three months, Donovan and Melissa kept their dinner dates whenever their schedules let them. Once in a while they dined out or went to a movie. They talked about her work and her family. She told him about her studio on the South side. Melissa felt she could tell him anything. Donovan told Melissa about his Mother and himself, but never about his work. And Melissa never asked him. She felt so comfortable with him, she asked him one day if he could pick up her mail when she had to go out of town for an assignment. Melissa was surprised when Donovan asked the same favor. Neither one of them ever mentioned the kiss that happened that first night. It was turning into the perfect friendship.
Author: Kim
Disclaimer: I do not own Frank Donovan or the other UC team, I just borrow them. Other characters are mine. Don't have money, so you can't sue.
Feedback: Please and be honest. Kweb9173@aol.com
Frank Donovan flipped the light on in his apartment. He let his eyes adjust a few seconds to the light. He tossed his keys and wallet on the table and walked towards his bedroom. He was about to put his gun away when he heard knocking on his door. It was two in the morning, he wasn't expecting company. He walked to the door and looked through the peephole. "Who is it?" he asked.
"Um, hi," a voice said through the door. "My name's Melissa. I live a couple doors down from you. I have a package that came for you."
"Just a second." he responded, placing his gun back in his side holster. He unlocked the door and let the woman in.
"I'm sorry, I know it's late," she started to ramble, "but I thought I heard you walking in the hall and took a chance. Oh, sorry, I'm Melissa Woods. 11B."
"Frank Donovan." he replied taking the package from her. He studied her for a few moments. She was about 5' 7, short brown hair, lots of freckles. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Just a glass of water." she replied, looking around the apartment. "So, what are you?"
Donovan looked at her as he handed her the glass, "What?"
"Lieutenant? Sergeant? Captain?" Melissa asked, pointing to his gun.
Donovan smiled when he realized she was asking him what he does. "I'm not a cop." he smiled.
"I see," Melissa laughed, "that explains why you're not here much. I tried to stop by every day to give you the package. Well, it's late and you must be tired. I'll see ya around."
Donovan watched Melissa walk out the door. He was locking up when the knocking started. He opened the door and saw Melissa standing there.
"Look, I don't normally do this. Would you like to come over for dinner on Friday night?" she asked.
"I don't know." Donovan started to say.
"I'm harmless." Melissa smiled.
"What I mean I work odd hours," he explained.
"Well, how about this. On Friday night, I'll make dinner. Come over whenever you get off work. I work odd hours too. I won't take no for an answer." Melissa smiled at him.
"I can't promise anything." Donovan replied.
"Good enough. See you sometime Friday." Melissa said, turning around walking back to her apartment.
Donovan closed the door and smiled. He was looking forward to Friday night.
Friday night
Donovan walked into his bedroom and put his gun away. He looked at the clock; it was a quarter after eleven. He debated whether or not he should go over to Melissa's. He was hungry and he did say he would try.
Melissa Ann Woods. Freelance photographer, world traveler. Just turned thirty. Youngest of three children to divorced parents. A graduate of Florida State. Likes to swim, read and take photos.
Donovan discreetly did his homework on his neighbor. Can't be too careful, he thought. He went into the bathroom to wash up and change his clothes. Ten minutes later he was knocking on Melissa's door.
"Come in," she yelled.
"You shouldn't leave your door unlocked," he said walking into her apartment. There was jazz music coming from the living room. The smell of Italian cooking filled the room.
"I knew it was you." she commented from the kitchen. "Can I get you something to drink? Oh goodness!" Melissa turned to realize that Donovan was standing behind her.
"Point proven." Donovan smiled. "Can I help?"
"Do you always sneak up on people like that?" she asked. "No, everything's ready. Please sit down."
"I walk quiet," he laughed, hearing Alex's voice in his head telling him to stop sneaking up on her.
They sat down and had a quiet dinner. They laughed and made small talk. Donovan listened to Melissa talk about her mother. She never talked about her father. They started talking more as he helped her clear the table.
"Do you like taking photographs?" Donovan asked her.
"I don't recall telling you what I do for a living." Melissa smiled, turning to look at him. "You had me checked out."
"A guy can't be too careful nowadays," he laughed.
"I see," she laughed, "I could've had you checked out too. My brother's a cop in the suburbs, but that would take the fun out of getting to know each other. So, you must be a PI."
Donovan hesitated in answering her question. "I work for the government." Donovan answered.
Melissa studied Donovan for a few minutes. That explains some things, she thought. Cool, calm, controlled. "I see." she answered.
Donovan was waiting for her to start asking questions about who he worked for and what he did. Instead, she asked him for a dance. That surprised him. She took his word that he worked for the government. If she has her brother check on him, he'll know.
Melissa took Donovan by the hand and led him into her living room. Donovan pulled her close. Melissa rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She let him dance her around the living room. He inhaled her perfume. It was light, it seemed to fit Melissa.
He was enjoying the dance. He hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time. He held Melissa a little closer. Melissa raised her head to look at Donovan. He has the most intense brown eyes she's seen. They mesmerized her.
They didn't realize they stopped dancing. They stood there, looking into each other's eyes. Donovan lowered his head and kissed her lips. Melissa was shocked at the gentleness of the kiss. Which is why she was even surprised when she pushed Donovan away.
"I'm sorry," Melissa started to say, "this isn't the reason why I invited you for dinner."
"You don't owe me an apology." Donovan said. He noticed her clock said three thirty. "I should go."
Melissa walked Donovan out. "Thanks for coming." she smiled shyly.
"Don't forget to lock it," he said as Melissa closed the door. He started to walk back to his apartment, calling himself every name he could think of in the English language and some other languages. He felt comfortable with Melissa and he blew it by kissing her. He was just about to enter his apartment when Melissa called out to him.
"Frank," Melissa called, "Dinner next week. Same day. Same time."
Donovan turned and smiled at her. "I'll try." he responded walking into his apartment.
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Over the next three months, Donovan and Melissa kept their dinner dates whenever their schedules let them. Once in a while they dined out or went to a movie. They talked about her work and her family. She told him about her studio on the South side. Melissa felt she could tell him anything. Donovan told Melissa about his Mother and himself, but never about his work. And Melissa never asked him. She felt so comfortable with him, she asked him one day if he could pick up her mail when she had to go out of town for an assignment. Melissa was surprised when Donovan asked the same favor. Neither one of them ever mentioned the kiss that happened that first night. It was turning into the perfect friendship.