(I do not own anything to do with Justified. Fan Fiction only.)
Twist of the mind, if you don't like then don't read. :)
Tim/Occ
On this cold stormy day, the office was pretty quiet. Deputy Brooks and Chief Mullen had left to do the honors of grabbing lunch for the office, after they lost the coin toss provided by the one and only Raylan Givens. Raylan was sitting with a smile at Tim's desk with his feet propped up on the corner, leaning back in a chair all comfy talking about a new gun he was wanting to buy when the front doors of the department opened slowly. Tim cut his eyes from Raylan glancing over, then his jaw drop standing up quickly. Raylan's eyes trailed to where Tim was looking as his hand slid underneath his grey trailored jacket to his gun as instinct kicked in. Kara was 28 years old, long silky straight light brown hair, bright green eyes and a cute pudged nose with freckles across it, but today she was soaking wet and shaking as she eased in the door with no jacket.
Tim hurried around his desk "Kara?" a hand was attached to her arm, Boyd pushed her on in further "Boyd?" making his way around the desk as Raylan followed. Seeing her face bruised and a gash on the side of head that was bleeding, Tim grabbed a dripping wet Boyd by the throat throwing him against a desk pulling his pistol, placing it against his wet temple "You did this to her?"
Boyd shook his head "Woa! No. Hell no, I didn't do that to her. I felt bad for her damnit. I know who she is, I wouldn't mess with her, I swear it. Now let me go and I'll explain! There was an accident. She wanted to come here first before the hospital. I was just helping. I swear it Tim."
Gutterson pushed the gun harder against his temple, gritting his teeth "you lie. You got 10 seconds...1...2..."
Boyd's widen eyes cut over to the girl "tell him I didn't do anything."
"3...4..." Gutterson's jaw tensed, eyes narrowed.
Raylan's eyebrow lifted 'who is she' he thought as his hand titled his hat back a little. I've never seen Tim go off like that. He just stood back and watched before turning his attention to the girl "Hey sweetheart, are you okay? Did Boyd do this to you?" She shook her head at him. Raylan had no idea who this girl was, but by the looks of it she must have been pretty important to Tim even though he had never mentioned dating anyone. Raylan let go of the butt of his gun "Tim, she said no. Let Boyd go, for now."
Tim wasn't moving as a couple of other Marshal's surrounded around the scene weapons drawn. A Marshal locked the front door to keep anyone else walking in on the situation. Kara stammered out from chattering teeth "Tim, he didn't do this. I need to see my godfather." Kara crossed her arms over her long sleeve purple wet sweater with her light washed jeans dripping water all over the floor mixed with some drops of fresh blood, which was streaming down the side of her face.
Tim backed off slowly when Raylan moved to his side placing a hand on the hand holding the gun to Boyd's temple. Tim's jaw tensed again as he straightened back up placing the weapon back in the holster. Boyd took a deep breath in relief but got none when Raylan reached quickly grabbing Boyd by the ear dragging him across the room to his desk chair and pushed him down in it and turned "you best start talking if you plan on leaving without handcuffs or a gunshot wound" pulling a steel chair in front of Boyd then propping his foot on top, leaning over his knee waiting for him to explain.
As Raylan was taking care of Boyd, Tim placed strong steady hands on each side of her soft face checking out the injuries, wiping some of the blood away from her eye with his finger. "I'll take you to the hospital to get checked out and I'll call Art on the way." He could tell she looked worried "It's okay, Art is out of the office grabbing everyone lunch since he lost a bet with Raylan. He can meet us at there" his bright eyes trailed over her body then back to her green ones.
She nodded "I'm freezing" shaking from being wet and cold.
He looked around at people watching them "why don't we first get you changed before we leave. I'm sure I can find something in the back locker room. Usually Rachel keeps extra clothes back there so she can go workout after work." Placing his arm around her gently, he walked with her past the onlookers and towards the back as his eyes narrowed over at Boyd then up at Raylan.
She waited in the hall outside of the bathroom, until Tim came back. He walked around the corner with clothing in his hands "You can change in the bathroom." A soft assuring smile curved his lip. Tim walked Kara in the bathroom holding a thick towel, a pair of fitted gray sweat pants and blue fitted tshirt of Rachel's and clean white socks with a pair of Rachel's white sneakers. "This should be fine to wear. Rachael won't mind at all. " His hard body brushed against her as he sat them on top of a smooth clean counter "change your clothes, I'll be right back to clean up your cut." He darted out of the room to let her change. Tim grabbed a medical kit from the cabinet under the sink in the little kitchen room then headed back to wait outside of the bathroom but knocked instead "I'm back, can I come back in?"
"hold on a second." Kara pulled off all her wet, slightly blood stained clothes placing them in corner of the room, then rinsing out her hair in the sink with warm water. "Almost done. I got blood all over the floor." Kara said talking to the door as she dried off then put on the sweat pants and shirt, leaving socks and shoes for later. Wrapping her hair in the towel then tiny fingers pulled on his t-shirt then the blue tshirt with no bra underneath since hers was soaking wet "okay, you can come in."
"Don't worry about the mess." shutting the door behind him gently. The gash on her head began to bleed again, streaming down her cheek. Tim layed the medical kit on the counter. He looked from her back to the kit then ripped open a small packge, pulling out a gauze turning back to her "here sweetheart, hold that there a moment. Apply some pressure, it'll help stop the bleeding while I get you fixed up." He wiped the blood from her face, then grabbed new gauze. His fingers replaced where hers where applying pressure "almost done." Tim turned with his heart pounding from being so close to her. After a moment he turned back to her gaze, taking her hand moving it and the blood stained gauze. Tim applied a cottonball soaked in proxide to clean up the wound, then placed another clean gauze then taped it down to her skin "now, good as new. Someone will clean it up the mess. I'll grab my keys and get the umbrella" He stared at her.
"Thank you Tim." a soft smile curved her lips. "You are really sweet." Not sure what to do now, "I guess we better go now." She hugged him then opened the door with a arm still around Tim's waist, to find Chief Mullen, her godfather, standing there on the other side with his arms crossed and his eyes fixed on Tim. "Hey Dad. It isn't what you think. He was helping me." She let go of him.
Art nodded eyes darted to her "Raylan told me you two where in here. He also said you showed up with Boyd" arms coming uncrossed, hands plastering to his hips then noticing the bloody clothes in the corner and the patch on her head "damn. What happened?" Reaching out to touch her "I'm sorry. He failed to mention this."
Kara backed up against Tim's front side, who in return fought the aurge to pull her in his arms and hold her tight, but stood there not moving from her contact. She had always thought Tim was really charming, strong, sexy and very dedicated to his job. She figured Art would not agree with her hitting on Tim, so the few times she had been there she would sneak peaks at Tim wishing. Tim had caught her many times staring at him, he wasn't for sure how Art would take to him asking her out so he had just flirted when the opporunity came around.
Art licked his bottom lip. Tim spoke up "I was taking her to the hospital to get checked out. She had an accident and Boyd came upon her in the storm then brought her here because he knew she was your goddaughter." He was hoping this was correct by putting that much together.
Art walked out to the front followed by Tim and Kara and looked over at Raylan, "You haven't met my goddaughter Kara have you?" motioning for her to walk over.
Raylan smiled standing up from his chair, dropping a pen to the desk he had been fiddling with "no sir, I put it together when she asked for her godfather and then Tim mentioned Chief." Boots clicking as he strode over towards the front door where Tim was helping her into his brown leather jacket "nice to meet you Kara, I'm Raylan" extending his hand.
She smiled "you think your funny don't you?" shaking his hand in return.
"Why, what have I done?" chuckling then looked up at Tim and winked.
"You had to be the tattle tail who told dad we were in the bathroom together."
"Oh sweetheart and how would you know that? I wouldn't do that" devilish grin got bigger.
Kara giggled "Oh yeah and the smartass look on your face when we walked out didn't give anything away."
Raylan couldn't say anything, he was caught. "Well it was pretty funny to see the chief standing there with his arms crossed and a I'm going choke him expression" even though Raylan didn't tell him why they were in there to begin with. "I said more like 'hey Chief, Tim is the bathroom with Kara' which seemed to be enough to ruffle his feathers."
Kara turned back to her godfather "I think I'm okay. It's just a little cut." The masculine sensual scent from Tim's jacket filled her nose, her fingers gripped the fabric in front gathering it around her more "can't I just stay here a while?"
Taking a deep breath "I don't know about that Kara. You hit your head on the window. You might have a concussion" glancing over to Tim "you saw it, what do you think? Is it bad? Need stitches?"
Tim shook his head "a little cut, as long as it stays clean, it shouldn't need stitches, she should be just fine" looking down a little at Kara who was taking her hair out of the white fluffy towel, falling around her face in natural waves.
Art watched her pleading expression then sighed "Do you feel bad? Hurting anywhere? She shook her head giving him puppy dog eyes making him cave, "Okay. You can stay here a while then we'll talk about getting you home." Attention went back on Raylan "get back to work, we got a criminal to catch and I need to make a few phone calls."
Both nodded as he and Raylan walked off. Kara slid out of Tim's jacket then tugged on the sleeve of his navy blue button down "I never got the chance to say this but I have a message that was given to me when I was ran off the road, pulled out of my car and hit in the side of head with a beer bottle."
A rock hit in the pit of his stomach, he bit his lip with a loud sigh, hands gripped her waist looking deep in her eyes speaking over his shoulder, "Raylan!" Tim turned her with him walking towards Raylan's desk "Kara, why are you just now saying something? Geez Kara, Art is going to ring my damn neck."
Raylan chuckled hearing the last sentence as his fingers picked up a file and flipped it open when Tim sat her down in the chair across from him "you kissed?"
"Unbelievable." Kara threw her hands up in surrender.
"Was it?" he pasued "I'm kidding" Raylan paused holding out a hand for her to remain seated, about to just let it go then added in there with a smile "but you both want to, so I'll throw that out there by judging the way the two of you look at each other. Now that I said it, let's move on."
Tim shook his head not wanting Kara embarrassed or the chief to kick his butt. It seemed like she was handling herself quiet well though. "I was heading back to my house from visiting a friend when a vehicle ran me off the road from behind. When I hit a tree, I was pulled out of my car by a big guy and smacked in the head with a beer bottle when I fought to get away. The guy told me 'tell your daddy it's just a game. This is a warning and next time won't be pretty. Come and get me!' and then he ran to their big truck when another guy shouted. They peeled out. I was scared. There's was no where to go and it was pouring rain, so I started walking back toward town. After a bit of walking, another vehicle came up and stopped. It was that Boyd guy, so I took the offered ride to the station. I had to trust him."
Tim's face was flushing red "who ran you off? What did they look like?"
Kara crossed her arms in the blue sweat shirt "One of them never came close enough but the other was ugly and hairy. He looked really old grey long hair and this nasty ragged beard."
"Shit." Raylan stood pulling out his gun checking how may bullets were left.
"You think he will come for me again?" Kara said softly in a worried tone.
Tim placed a hand on her shoulder "Possibly." Looking down at her then glancing up at Raylan and back down "For now, you're not staying alone until we know what Bo Crowder and his crew are up to."
Raylan nodded "Tim is the best at his job and a perfect shot. You'll be safe with him. I'm going to talk to the boss. Kara, you want to tell him or me?"
She stood up "I think I'll just crawl under a rock. Thanks, but no thanks." Looking at Tim "is there any coffee?" He nodded and Raylan nodded then headed to tell Art what Kara said.
Tim placed his left hand on her lower back walking her to the kitchen, breaking contact once there. There were cups in a small cabinet above the coffee pot, sugar and cream on the counter by the black Bunn coffee pot. Tim could tell she her body was shaking "are you cold or just nervous?" watching her now reaching for a coffee mug in the cabinet with her face turned from him.
She froze sitting her mug on the counter quietly, head hung with damp strands of waves covering her face.
He took a deep breath "I will handle this. You're safe with me. You trust me right?"
She nodded still not looking up.
He came behind her, slid a hand over her shoulder blades and Kara turned around, arms around his neck, face burried against his chest. Tears began to lightly stain his navy blue shirt. He held tighter around her waist pulling her as hard against him as possible "Sshh..it's going to be okay." She leaned back wiping the tears with her hands, eyes locked with his. Without saying a word, leaning back to his chest, her mouth fell to his. He tasted sweet from eating chocolate. He kissed her back deeper leaning her back against the counter letting his tongue slip between her soft plump lips. With soft moans loving the feel of him, her hands skimmed up and down his back before twisting into his light brown hair. He was strong, sexy and all hers at this very moment. He groaned at the tug of fingers in his hair. He forgot about being in the kitchen as his hands slide down the sides of her hips.
"Excuse me." a voice cleared in the doorway. Deputy Brooks looked away "Chief needs you two in his office right now." Lightly giggling "sorry guys" she turned and headed back to her desk to finish her lunch.