Story: Of Snobs and Bodyguards
Rating: Rated High T for now... not sure if this should be M or not... Might be later...
Genre: Romance, Drama, Crime, Hurt/Comfort, Humor
Full Summary: Jack becomes Kim's personal bodyguard after an incident in a hotel. He thinks she's a snobby little bitch. She thinks he's an arrogant asshole. Can anything good come of this pairing?
A/N: So I rewatched all of Kickin' It seasons 1 & 2 and became re-obsessed with Kim and Jack's personalities and warping them! Got this idea when I watched Kung Fu Cop! (Well, at least I got the Jack as a cop idea from the episode. The rest is from my own twisted mind).
I really shouldn't be writing a new story... But I COULDN'T HELP IT!
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It and am merely using the characters for your and my entertainment.
KIM CRAWFORD GETS BUSTED BY COPS FOR THROWING WILD RAVE ON STOLEN YACHT
"Miss Crawford! How did your father react when he found out the news?!"
"Kim, this is your third infraction of the month! Are you on probation yet?"
"Miss Crawford! How does it feel to make headlines for the fourth time in a row?!"
"Kim, what are your plans for your next party?"
She winked at the news caster, "It's gonna be huge. I'm thinking… stadium huge."
Kim laughed merrily at their dropped jaws and pushed past the news cameras saucily. Grace and Donna followed closely behind her, throwing kisses at the cameramen and paparazzi flashing pictures. They entered the booming night club when the bouncer opened the doors, and Kim took off her mink fur coat and threw it at the coat hanger, slipping a wad of bills into his uniform's chest pocket.
"Make sure they don't get wrinkled, mmkay?" She blew into his ear, and then smirked like a cat when his face turned red.
He nodded rapidly and raced off to put their coats away. And probably stash the tip money somewhere. Men were so easy to seduce.
Grace tapped Kim's shoulder. "Let's get some drinks."
"No way. We came here to party. So let's go dance!" She said over the loud music, laughing loudly.
She pulled the girls out onto the dance floor and just let her body go, ignoring all the other people around them and dancing to the booming bass and music. Some guys tried to dance with her, but she ignored them, letting them go away on their own. A few minutes later, Donna shook her lightly.
"Hey Kim." She half shouted in her ear, "That guy over there has been giving you the eye for a while."
Of course he was giving her the eye. Kim knew she looked amazing. Dressed in her leather mini skirt and cropped tube top, she looked irresistible. She finished the hot look with some strappy high heels to make her legs look longer.
Kim rose a brow, "Who?"
"The one in the blue shirt. He's cute!"
She just laughed and turned around, holding his gaze from across the room and giving him a sultry raised eyebrow before spinning around again and ignoring him. Just as she expected, he came shortly after and wrapped his arms around her waist, dancing closely against her back. Kim grinned, and moved her hips more sultrily, grinding up against him sensually. She heard his breathing get harsher, and he lowered his lips to her shoulder, placing some light kisses against it.
"You are so sexy…" he muttered in her ear.
He spun her around to face him, and she curved her lips up into a cat-like grin, "You wanna get out of here?" she whispered lowly into his ear.
He pulled her off the dance floor, leading her through the throng of people and out the back of the club where he the parked his car. He drove them downtown, going toward the nearby hotel. Kim eyed him, making note of his features. He was pretty attractive, she'd give him that. A little too pretty boy for her tastes, but whatever. Kim leaned over and slid one hand up his thigh, biting her lip and looking up at him through hooded eyes with a fake innocent look.
"If you start that up now, we might not make it to the hotel." He growled, though he didn't stop her hand.
She leaned over further and kissed the shell of his ear lightly, before kissing down his neck, "Then I guess you better drive faster."
He did.
They had barely gotten inside and closed the door of their hotel room when he had her shoved up against the wall, kissing her roughly without prelude. She gripped the front of his shirt and ripped it off of him, buttons flying everywhere. She put her hands on his abdomen and shoved him harshly backwards onto the bed before climbing on while yanking off her shirt and throwing it somewhere in the corner of the room.
"You're pretty rough." He said in between wet kisses, panting breathlessly. "Does your dad know what you're doing?"
"My dad doesn't own me…" she grinned, unbuckling his belt.
"But still…" he stilled her hand, "I really don't want him coming out of nowhere and ripping off my balls and feeding them to me. I'm not in danger of that or anything, am I? He's not in this hotel is he?"
Kim laughed. "Well, he is in the penthouse suite of this hotel with his mistress right now. But don't worry. He's totally preoccupied." She pouted, "So stop worrying about it and let's get on with it!"
His eyes narrowed. "He's in the penthouse?"
Before she could register what happened, the man flung her off of him. Kim bounced off the bed and hit the ground hard, squealing in anger.
"What the hell!" she glared up at him, only to find he was holding a rope and tape. "What do you think you're you doing?"
Someone came behind her and held Kim still when she tried to stand up. "Would you hurry up?" came the feminine voice, "We need to get her dad before he finishes up." She shoved Kim face down onto the ground, forcing her to stay still while she tried to thrash around to escape.
The man made quick work of tying her arms together and then attached her to the foot of the bed. Kim glared at the two of them, trying to kick at them and free herself at the same time. The woman held down her legs.
"Why'd you only bring one rope you dumbass?" she hissed.
"I didn't really think we needed two." He replied.
"Next time don't think numbskull. Just do. And would you please put on a shirt?!"
"She ripped it!" he cried indignantly.
Kim yanked on her arms, trying to free herself, "Why are you tying me up?! Are you trying to get money? I can give you money!"
The woman sneered at Kim, her blue eyes frosty, "We're not interested in your shit money. We want your daddy's head on a platter, sweetheart."
Kim's eyes widened, "What? Why?!"
She scoffed, "Brain dead and clueless. Your father is buying out our hard earned land and planning to demolish our homes in order to create a chain of hotels. On top of that, we lost our jobs because he bought out the companies we worked at."
"Why do you have to kill him though? Can't you just have a petition?!" Kim tried to kick her legs at the woman as she stood, but she got up too quickly.
"Hah! A petition! What a joke. What are you, twelve?" she crouched down and gave Kim a nasty look, "Your father owns sixty-eight percent of this city. A measly petition isn't going to get the city council to want to change a thing."
"Well that's no reason to kill him!"
Kim cried out when the woman harshly kicked her in the side, "Shut up. When you grow up and finally face reality, then come back and try to convince me this isn't the answer." She snapped her fingers and the man stooped down and covered Kim's mouth with tape.
Kim screamed as loudly as she could, but the sound was muffled by the tape. Standing up, the two of them began to walk out the door. Before the door shut though, the woman leaned back and smirked at Kim.
"It's too bad you didn't get a chance to say goodbye to your dad. Oh well!"
The door clanged shut and Kim shouted again, hoping anyone could hear her. She tried to wet the tape with her lips to loosen it up, but he had tied it so tightly that her lips could barely move. Painfully, forcing her lips apart, she finally had enough room to wet it. She licked the tape and drooled on it until the stickiness diminished and the tape lost its purchase. It slackened and loosened on her mouth, though it didn't fall off her face completely.
Kim had to get to her phone. Wiggling around, she tried to loosen it up from its position in her bra by crawling like a caterpillar until she was sitting on her knees. She shimmied and shook until finally, her phone plopped onto the carpet.
Kim used her toe to speed dial the number that her family used for immediate on-call policeman.
"Miss Crawford?"
"I'm at the Rizz Hotel in Room 213! Send some help! My dad is in the penthouse suite and there are some people going after him to kill him!"
"We're sending someone immediately! Try to stay safe!"
Kim pulled on her arms harder, trying to get free. It was no good. The man had tied her arms extremely tightly. She slumped to the ground, whimpering at her predicament. Someone pounded loudly on the door. Well that was fast.
"Miss Crawford?"
"Yes! I'm in here! Hurry!"
A man from the police force kicked open the door. Seeing Kim, he turned back around to his companions, "She's in here! Someone free her!"
"My dad! What about my dad?" she grimaced in pain when one the officers ripped the tape off her face.
"They're already heading up there."
Her arms finally freed, she rubbed her wrists, standing up, "We need to get up there now!"
She kicked off her heels and raced out the door with the policemen in tow. People in the hallway shouted and hopped out of the way of the determined group. Kim and her entourage raced into the elevator and pounded the 15 floor button. She hoped so badly that her father was unharmed. The walkie talkie on the chest of the main officer sounded, a voice being heard through it.
"We've caught them, sir. They are no longer a threat."
"Good, we're almost there."
Kim let out a huge sigh of relief, slumping against the wall. When the elevator opened, she raced out and looked frantically around.
"Where's my dad?"
"He's been taken to the hospital. Nothing major. He just said he was having heart palpitations." An officer told her, putting his hand on her shoulder to calm her down.
"You got lucky, you bitch."
Kim frowned and looked at the two would be assassins. They were pinned against the wall, handcuffed and subdued.
Kim's lip curled as she glared at the woman, "You're going to jail and my dad is alive. You lost."
The woman glared at Kim, "You think you're scot free just cuz we got captured? There's plenty more of us who want your dad gone. And there's gonna be plenty more where this came from." She spat on the floor near Kim's feet before being yanked out of the penthouse by the police.
Kim frowned. There were more people plotting to kill her father?
A police officer tapped Kim on the shoulder, "Your father requests that we escort you to our station. We can figure out everything then."
She listened and followed the police officer out of the door, annoyed. She just wanted to go to her room and sleep. What was the point of going to the station?
Jack and Kim meet next chapter!
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