It had been a long day. Beckett and I had worked our best on a case about a dead teenage girl all week. Someone had raped and shot this girl. Beckett had became obsessed with the case and it got personal. We found the murderer, everyone knew it was him. But we didn't have enough evidence to convict his ass in court. I could tell Beckett was devastated and angry, at the killer and herself.
After court she stormed out of the precinct and to her apartment. I tried calling her multiple times but it would just lead to voicemail. Finally I took a taxi cab over to her place and knocked on the door. I stood there for about a minute, waiting. When I was about to admit defeat and turn around to go home, the door opened. Beckett stood at the doorway, her arm holding onto it like she needed it for support.
"Why hello, Kitten...What brings you to my place?" She giggled, stepping back to give me room to enter. I stepped into her apartment and looked around. Empty bottles of beer were on the table and I could smell the alcohol from here. God, how much did she drink?
I stared at her, "Beckett, you're drunk." She flashed me a goofy smile and walked over to her refrigerator. Opening it, she pulled out a bottle of Blue Moon.
Walking over to me she waved the beer in my face, "Well, aren't you turning into a lil' detective, Ricky boy? Do you want one?" She tried to hand me a bottle, but I waved my hands away as if to say, 'no thank you'.
Shrugging, Beckett opened a bottle and took a large sip, "More for mee."
"Why'd you get so drunk, Beckett? You don't seem like the drinking type." I took a step closer toward her, dreading her answer. Deep down, I knew why, I just needed some form of confermination. I slowly took the drink from her hand and set it down, surprised when she didn't protest.
"Why do ya think? I failed that case. Duhhh." She slurred, coming closer to me. With a few steps she was inside my personal space, a silly grin on her face, "Why do ya care bout it?"
"Because I'm worried about you, Beckett." I answered, taking a few steps back. With every step I took back she took forward. Finally I was backed all the way to the wall. She slowly put one of her hands on my chest, tracing her finger on my shirt. I shifted uncomfortably and gently pushed her hand away, "Listen, Be-" I stopped myself and used her first name instead, "Kate, you need to get some rest and sober up."
"Aw...tuff ol' Ricky is worried about lil' me. How sweet." She giggled and moved closer to me, putting her hand back on my chest. This time she slowly slid it down until it was nearly on my pants, "You know what I wanna to do? You know what I realla wanna do?" She got even closer to me, if that was possible. Her hand slid down onto my belt buckle, gently tugging at it.
Oh God, how much could she have possibly drunk to be doing this? It isn't right, she's drunk and not in a mental state where she could decide what she wanted. Her consent would be worthless. But on the other side she probably wouldn't even remember it if I...had my way with her. No, what the hell am I thinking? She'd never forgive me if I took advantage of her like this. And besides, I'm not that low.
"No, Kate. We're not going to do this. I will not take advantage of your drunken state. You'd never forgive me if I did. Do you understand?" I removed her hands from my clothing as softly as I could.
"But Wicky..." She whined and insisted, putting her hands back on my belt, "You're my kitty and I wanna fuck yu so bad. I know yu wanna fuck ma too, you've flirted with ma since the beginnin'. Come on, jus' one time, that's all." She began to rub her body against mine, trying to unbuckle my belt.
"No, Kate. I'm saying no. I'd never have sex with you while you're in this state. You're not in the right mind to make a choice about this. You need to sober up." I pushed her away from me with as little force as possible. It was hard for me not to cave into her wishes, but I used all me self-control to decline. I didn't want to do this to her unless she was completely sober.
She frowned, finally realizing what I was saying, "Why don' you wanna do mee, Ricky?" Tears welled up in her eyes and she continued angrily, "I get it, you don't like me anymore. Fine, I'll go fin' someone else to fuck." She stumbled away from me as she slurred profanities at me.
"Kate, when you sober up you'll understand." I told her, trying to block the door, her only exist. I was afraid I was going to have to physically restrain her from going out the apartment. The chances that she would try to have sex with the first hobo she saw was high and I couldn't live with myself if she did that.
"Get out of my fucking way, Ricky." She yelled at me, putting up a futile attempt to push me away. She started to hit me the best she could, but it barely hurt. She was so disoriented that most of her punches didn't even hit me. Her anger began to dissolve as more tears fell down her face.
I grabbed her wrists and softly told her, "No. I can't do that. You need to go lie down on your bed and try to fall asleep. If you don't go there yourself I'll drag you. But either way you're going. Which is it going to be?"
She pulled her wrists away from me, her cheeks wet from the drops of tears still on her face, "I'll go myself. I still don't understand why ya won't do me, though."
"You'll understand in the morning, I promise." I told her as she walked away.
"Yeah, right." She walked away from me and toward her room. I followed to make sure she was actually going there. Without pulling the covers back she crawled onto her bed and passed out when her head hit the blanket.
Sighing, I walked over to the couch in the living room and sat down. I was going to have to stay here to make sure she didn't wake up. I didn't really want to see her when she sobered up, afraid she might remember what she had tried to do and ignore me. But I was going to stay here for the night, so that would be inevitable. Making myself comfortable, I shut my eyes even though I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep.
This is just a little story I did merely for fun. I hope you enjoy it.
-TelevisionSlave