By Pearl
Rating: PG to NC-17 in later chapters
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, I'm not them, I have no rights over them.
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Chapter 1
A loud noise awoke the teenager detective from her slumber. She groaned and slowly took in her surrounds, trying to clear her foggy mind. Frowning towards the window, she had barely enough time to see a shadow come over her and a man's hand cover her mouth as another held her arms still on her stomach.
She tried to scream her eyes wide in a mix of fear, confusion and anger. Kicking her legs she distracted her pursuer long enough to bite down hard on his hand. The man jumped back with a yelp and she tried to get up quickly, discovering the covers to be her enemies. Her attacker had recovered and was now coming towards her again. She rolled her eyes skyward and said a quick prayer, swallowing the knot on her throat dryly.
"Chill, Shirley! It's me. Damn it." He hissed sucking on his injured hand.
"Bo?!" she asked in disbelief "You jerk! You scared me to death! Don't ever do that again, you prick!" she whispered harshly, hitting his arm repeatedly.
He laughed, despite his wound, at her weak attempt to be mad at him. "I'm sorry, Shirl. Didn't mean to scare you." She could feel the smile on his voice even though it was dark.
"Yes, I see that." She glared at his silhouette "What the hell are you doing in my bedroom at... at whatever time it is." She growled unable to find her watch.
"Three A.M." he said succinctly "I need your help." He kept his voice low so her family wouldn't wake up.
"Couldn't it have waited until the morning? Damn it, Bo, you almost gave me a heart attack."
"You almost bit my hand off and you don't see me complaining, do you?" he looked at his bleeding hand.
"You well deserved it." She mumbled getting off the bed, to go check on his hurt limb.
"I love you, too." He grimaced as she took his hand, turning on the lamp.
A soft gasp left her mouth as she saw the extent of his wound. Her bite had been so strong that it cut the palm of his hand. Sighing mostly to herself she moved to get her first aid kit.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know I had bitten so hard."
"It's okay. It's not like it was intentional. Okay, maybe it was intentional, but I mean, it wasn't directed at me. I hope." He chuckled and she blushed slightly, looking for the Band-Aid box. "I wonder what else you can do with that mouth." It was barely a whisper
"What?!" she turned around immediately, studying his facial expressions for any signs that confirmed what she thought she had heard.
"What?!" Bo asked in the same surprised tone, keeping a blank expression.
"Great, I'm going crazy." She murmured turning back to the medicine box.
"We already knew that, Shirl." He grinned as she went over to him.
"Haha. Shut up." She took his hand, turning the palm upwards, pouring alcohol onto it. Bo started whining, stopping short after receiving a glare.
"There, all fixed up." She patted his Band-Aided hand, dropping it at his side.
"It stings." He pouted, making her laugh.
"Awe, poor baby. Want me to kiss it all better?" His eyes lit up at the suggestion
"Would you?" he pouted his bottom lip some more.
"Tempting, but no." She answered sarcastically, her grin quickly wiped off her face at the sly look on Bo's eyes. "What?" she asked dreadfully
"Nice PJ's." He looked her over her duck outfit, with a grin. In terror, she looked down to only now notice her current clothing. A blush crept over her neck and face, as she moved to get her robe, mumbling a shut up on her way.
"Hey, I'm all for animals." He threw his hands up in a surrender gesture.
She glared at him, settling back on the bed, resisting the urge to just lay down and go back to dream land.
"Anyway, what did you want? I'm kind of sleepy." She reforced with a yawn
"I'm sorry I came so late." A moment of silence took place as Bo elaborated what he wanted to say. "Shirley, they are going to make her go back to Ukraine." He whispered, keeping his eyes on the comforter.
"What?! Who?" she straightened on the bed
"Shh, lower." He reprimanded with a hand over her mouth.
"I'm sorry. What do you mean they'll make her go back? Who're they?"
"My mom's family."
"Why?"
"They want her back there. They never agreed to their moving here, and now they want her back. I... I don't know what to do, Shirl." He looked at her with worry and fear in his eyes and it broke her heart to see her friend like this.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay." She said moving closer to him.
"You don't know that."
"What brought this on? Why now?" she queried
"My uncle, he came to visit and had a mishap at the customhouse and suddenly Canada isn't good enough for us to live in. Doesn't respect our people." He explained bitterly
"But, they can't do that, can they? I mean, just make her go back." Shirley tried to rationalize
"Jesus, Shirley! They're her family! She loves them, she'd do anything for them. Anything." He whispered the last word, looking away from his friend, blinking rapidly.
"Shh, hey." She soothed turning his face to hers. "It's gonna be okay." She offered honestly, wiping away a single tear. The look on his eyes was that of a lost boy. Sighing silently she cradled his head on her chest and kissed the top of his head, as his hands went around her, resting loosely on her hipbone. A few minutes of silence insured as they rocked softly on the bed.
"Do your parents know you're here?" Shirley murmured against his hair, getting a shake of his head as an answer. "You can spend the night if you want. On the couch, I mean." She sputtered, kicking herself mentally for what her suggestion had sounded like.
"Nah. It's okay, I'll go now." He whispered, raising his head to look at her. She smiled and he returned. "Thanks, and sorry for bothering you so late." He got up from the bed.
"Hey." Shirley called, pulling at his hand "Anytime. I mean it, even if it means you losing a hand or two." He grinned softly, and nodded, dropping a peck on her cheek and going out the window.
She got up to the window, watching his fading figure. A hand slowly crept up to her face, stroking her left cheek, and a smile lit her eyes. Breathing deeply she went back to bed, though she doubted she'd get much sleep.