A request from VampireGirl88. I hope this is how you wanted it. : )
Catherine had been living in Quantico for almost two months now, truth be told she found it a little strange. She was used to the hustle and bustle of Vegas, the heat and the desert landscape, by comparison Quantico was as far from Vegas as you could get. Not only in miles or size but just by the whole feel of it, in Vegas you could walk down the street and see hookers pretty much everywhere whereas in Quantico it was marines.
Her house was a lot different to her old place, instead of being all on one level she now had three if you included the basement which Catherine fully intended on turning into her office at some point.
She stood in the middle of her family room and looked around at all the boxes that were scattered and piled all around the house, sighing she remembered why she hated moving. Dropping her purse and black suit jacket onto the couch she made her way over to the closest box, its about time I sorted these she thought. Using the edge of her keys to cut through the seal on the box labelled 'bedroom' she pulled back the first flap then the second and felt her breath come in short, she recognised that blue cotton. She closed her eyes as memories washed over her, capturing her in their grasp and taking her to places she knew she shouldn't let them take her.
She recalled the first time she had seen that blue cotton, it had been a sunny day in Vegas but not to the point where it was too hot which was the case more often than not, she had been searching for Jim for a warrant on the case she was working when she had stumbled upon him working out in the PD gym, in that shirt. She recalled how his forehead and been damp from the exertion, how his muscles had tensed and relaxed as he lifted the weights, she also remembered how he had smiled when he saw her and invited her to join him to shower; an offer she hadn't refused. After that day he wore the shirt to her place a couple of times until he misplaced it at Catherine's one night, the last night they had spent together before she had made the mistake of trusting McQuaid and letting him get too close. It was this that led Catherine to tell Lou he deserved more, her mind told her it was true and that she should let him move on and find someone better than her but her heart screamed in protest, it ached for the man she had fallen for.
Shaking her head she opened her eyes and tried to push the memories back down along with the feelings she was still trying to bury, she knew this was dangerous territory, she couldn't allow herself to remember him or the way he made her feel. Quickly closing the box back up she stood and headed over to kitchen to get a large glass of wine, reaching the kitchen she got out her biggest wine glass and reached for the wine, she opened the lid and tipped it up to pour some out only as she did nothing happened. Frowning she lifted the bottle up to eyes level and gently shook it.
"Typical," she sighed and tossed the bottle into the trash can, she knew she didn't have any more wine and she knew she couldn't get rid of the memories without it.
Looking back at the boxes in the other room she made up her mind, grabbing her keys off the table by the door and the red leash next to it she whistled for Toby. Her Golden Retriever puppy that had been Lindsey's gift to her when she moved, Lindsey had claimed that she couldn't live alone, she needed company so this wriggling ball of excitement weaving through her ankles was her new companion. She had to admit that she did find having him around made her feel that little more secure, even if he was next to useless when it came to loud noises, he would dart behind Catherine's legs and stand quivering until she assured him everything was okay. If she was honest she found it rather cute, his big brown eyes staring up at her with that trust that only a dog can freely give.
Latching the leash onto his collar she opened the front door and had to warn Toby not to pull as he tried to make a break to freedom and the birds he could see down the steps on the sidewalk, walking out and hooking the leash around her wrist she locked the door then made her way down the few steps until they reached the place where the birds were happily pecking at crumbs on the ground. Toby immediately darted out in their direction, sensing danger the birds took flight to find a safer place to lunch, a place where a slobbering, excited puppy wasn't about to plough into them. Toby watched the birds take off as did Catherine, once they were out of sight she looked down at Toby, he sniffed the ground a couple of times then looked up at her with an almost sorrowful look on his face.
Catherine leant down and scratched between his ears. "Aww bud, the birds don't want to play." Toby perked up at the sound of Catherine's affections and began waggling his tail. "Shall we go to the park? I bet there are lots of birds there for you to chase." Catherine had no idea why she was talking to a dog, it wasn't like he was going to suddenly stand on his hind legs and answer her but she found the little interactions comforting. Like he'd understood what she had said Toby started to lead the way to the park, a place they frequented regularly.
Across town and unbeknownst to Catherine the man she had been trying to rid from her thoughts was travelling in a cab in her very direction, a brown paper bag in his hand, a strong alcoholic smell radiated off the man in heaps. The cabbie didn't usually pick up people who were barely standing from alcohol consumption but something about this man, his eyes, had called out to him and he had offered the guy a lift to wherever it was he was so clearly trying to get to.
He raised the brown paper bag and took a gulp of the amber liquid inside, he winced as it burned its way down his throat and settled in his stomach giving him the warm feeling he craved, the feeling that he used to get from the woman he was searching for.
"Hey man, how about you calm down on the drinking." The cabbies softly said, trying to coax the dark haired man from making a bad decision.
"And how about you keep your nose out."
The cabbie glanced into his rear-view mirror and nodded slightly, he took note how the guy could of once been a respectable man, a handsome man. He was wearing a smart but crumpled suit, he had clearly tried to make an effort for wherever he was going but had neglected to run an iron over his clothes before putting them on, he could of also done with a shave, from the stubble on his chin it was evident he hadn't bothered in at least two weeks. He also reeked of alcohol and sweat, not a good combination.
"I'm going to find my girlfriend," the passenger slurred, he paused to have another drink from the bag before continuing. "she lives here now, she left me to live here. I'm going to find her."
The cabbie glanced once more in the mirror. "Do you think that's wise?"
"Yes." He squinted at the man accusatory. "Why, what do you know? Are you fucking her?"
The cabbie shifted in his seat and looked over his shoulder briefly. "I'm married sir, and I don't know who your girlfriend is. All I was saying is maybe you should sober up first, have a shower. You want to look good for her right?"
The dark haired man squinted at him for a bit longer before his face relaxed, shrugging he took another drink. "Whatever, you'd like her though."
"I'm sure I would." The cabbie tried to appease him.
He watched the man silently, he watched him lean against the door and rest his forehead against the cool glass, close his eyes and start murmuring. "She's a beautiful woman, got this golden hair with hints of red in it, the most sparkling blue eyes you've ever seen and a smile to die for." the cabbie wasn't sure whether he was talking to him or himself so remained silent. "and her body…..wow! She's slim but she's got curves, her legs go on forever and her ass is pheno…phenom…..its good. And then there's her breasts, they fit just perfectly in my hands." He paused and looked at his hands before letting out a sigh and dropping them into his lap again.
The cabbie wasn't used to so much interaction, normally his passengers just got in, told him their destination then spent the duration staring out of the windows or on the phone, sometimes even making out in the backseat. But this guy seemed like he had a lot on his chest and wanted to get it off, so he just sat quietly and listened as he spoke about his girlfriend.
Catherine had spent the best part of an hour walking through the park, throwing the ball for Toby and retrieving it when he came bounding back with it hanging out of his mouth. For a brief time she had even forgotten about the dark haired man she had left behind…..that was until she rounded the corner and saw him sat slumped in the corner against her door.
Walking closer her grip tightened on Toby's lead, not out of fear of him attacking but out of fear of herself and her feelings towards this man.
"Lou?" she questioned when she was within feet of him.
He lifted his head from where it had been lolling against his chest and jerked his arms out to his sides in greeting. "Catherine!" he all but yelled and tried to stand from his position, he used the wall to guide him up then stumbled down the few steps towards her, almost falling and landing on her at the bottom.
Catherine's nose curled at the stench that was rolling off of him, he looked and smelled awful. "Oh my god Lou, what have you done?" she eyed the brown paper bag and knew what it meant, if not from the smell coming from it then by the way he was swaying and slurring.
"I came to see you course, silly." Lou attempted a smile, which came out lopsided.
Sighing Catherine shook her head and bypassed the hug he tried to give her, instead she headed for the door and unlocked it. She unleashed Toby and sent him in then turned to look at Lou who was still stood swaying at the bottom of the steps, she let out another sigh and knew she was probably going to regret what she said next. "Why don't you come in?" Lou's eyes gleamed, she could see the hope in them as he practically sprinted up the steps. "At least until you sober up."
After bringing him into her home she had sat him down on one of the armchairs in her living room and made a mental note to buy some fabric freshener on her next trip to the store, who knew when that would be was a different matter. After making sure he wasn't going to slide off she made her way to the kitchen and made a pot of strong coffee, leaning against the counter she put her head in her hands and let out a silent scream. She had been trying so hard to get over him, the man who was currently in her living room attempting to sing Super Freak, she smiled a little thinking that if it wasn't for the slurring and the odd wrong word he would be quite a good singer. Shaking her head she internally scolded herself for letting such thoughts enter her mind, she was supposed to be sobering him up then sending him on his way not thinking about his deep yet soft voice.
The machine behind her beeped indicating the coffee was ready, she turned and grabbed the pot, poured two cups and added milk and sugar to one before carrying them through.
Lou stopped singing and grinned big when he saw her again. "Heeeey! There she is!" he was slumped down in the chair and struggling to get back up.
Catherine set the glasses down on the coffee table and helped him sit back up, holding her breath as she did so. Once she was sure he was steady she handed him the black coffee. "Drink this." she instructed and sat on the sofa nursing her own mug.
Lou took a sip. "Its hot!" he exclaimed making Catherine sigh. "Why would you give men something hot?" he sloppily put the mug back on the coffee table and made to stand. "I want my drink, where'd you put my drink?"
"Down the drain." Catherine responded without looking at him.
Lou's head snapped in her direction. "You did what?" he stumbled his way through the piles of boxes and into the kitchen where he looked in the sink and stared down the drain as if it could reveal the answer to his question.
Catherine slowly made her way in and stood watching him, she didn't like this Lou very much. He was arrogant, smarmy and obviously thought everything was a joke unless it came to his alcohol.
"Its gone Lou." she simply stated.
"I needed that," he retorted and turned to face her, keeping his hands on the counter for that much needed support. "I needed it." he reiterated.
Catherine quirked an eyebrow. "What happened to not drinking for eleven years or so?"
Lou looked around the room trying to make it stop spinning. "my girlfriend told me I deserved more, she was wrong."
Catherine sighed deeply and looked at her feet, allowing herself a few moments to gather her thoughts. "Lou, now isn't the time."
He shrugged in response and started to look through the boxes, he knocked the top one off the pile. "Opps." he said and laughed slightly as pasta shells scattered across the floor.
Shaking her head she walked over and grasped his arm and started dragging him towards the bathroom. "Where we going?" he asked looking at her with a dopey smile on his face.
"You are having a shower, you stink." Catherine didn't even look at him, instead she started to push him up the stairs.
As if to prove a point Lou took a sniff of himself and shrugged. "S'not that bad."
Not wanting to start an argument Catherine remained silent and pushed him into the bathroom. "Strip." she ordered and turned her back on him while she turned the shower on, when she turned back around she saw him fumbling with his shirt buttons.
Taking pity on him she helped him to undress, the whole time he was smiling like the village idiot and telling her how pretty she was. Once he was naked Catherine pushed him into the shower and handed him some shower gel. "Clean yourself up."
She turned to leave when his voice piped up. "Cath," she closed her eyes expecting another compliment, she used to love them but right now he was getting on her last nerve. "Thanks." He mumbled, Catherine looked over at him and nodded slightly before leaving the bathroom.
She didn't go far, only to the next room which happened to be her bedroom. Not much of a bedroom yet though, it only had her bed in the centre and an open suitcase with her work clothes in.
Half an hour later she heard the shower turn off, soft feet padding along the floor and the bathroom door open. She got off of her bed and went out into the hall where found Lou completely naked looking around, she allowed her eyes to wander down his body and take a look at that perfect ass. He might of looked a mess but he still had a perfect body, realising what she was doing and thinking she shook her head and looked back up. "Is everything okay?" she asked hoping her voice was steady.
Lou's head turned to face her and he grinned, he seemed a bit steadier on his feet. "I need a towel," he stated and turned his whole body to face her, he jiggled his hips making other parts of his anatomy jiggle also, Catherine noticed before she looked at the bare white wall. "My boys are getting cold." he chuckled.
Catherine nodded and grabbed a towel out of the box in the spare room, she tossed it at him along with some shorts of his she had found among the boxes while he was showering.
He had dried off and put the shorts on, all the while Catherine had stood looking at the wall and having an internal fight about the way him being in her house, naked and wet was making her feel. Once it was safe enough to look again Catherine showed him to the spare room and put him into bed, the shower had sobered him up slightly but he was still seeing a spinning room. He smirked up at her when she tucked him in.
"Why don't you join me?" he grinned in a way he thought was sexy but came off as lopsided with a hint of idiot thrown in, he patted the bed next to him and winked for added effect.
Catherine finished tucking him in. "I don't think that would be a good idea Lou." when he reached out and touched the bare skin showing at her waist she flinched and cursed herself for feeling those oh so familiar tingles.
Lou, even in his drunken state, noticed her not so subtle reaction and grinned wider, he looped his finger into one of the belt loops on her black slacks and pulled her tumbling onto him. He seized his opportunity and kissed her neck, a spot he knew would turn her on. Catherine closed her eyes and moaned softly, his lips felt so familiar, so good. It wasn't until she felt his length hardening against her thigh that she realised what she was doing and quickly pulled away, she scrambled off the side of the bed while Lou's hands tried to pull her back, his protests and pleads passing through her mind and settling in the weak spot she had for him, that spot that right at this moment was screaming at her to climb back into that bed with him and forget everything in a wild night of passion. However that other part, the more sensible part of her brain told her that she had to leave now, not to do anything stupid, he was drunk and she was fragile even if she wouldn't admit it. It was this part that won out and made her walk to the door without a look back. "Goodnight Lou." she said as she shut the door to his room and made her way to hers across the hall.
This was going to be a long night she thought as she heard him start singing again.
Hope everyone is liking this?
There's going to be a couple of chapters to this fic, I started it as a one shot but got carried away and it started to get too long to be a one shot. Oh well.