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Chapter number 1. Haunting dreams
Allie sighed as she watched Nick walk out of the office area of the homicide department. Truth was she'd asked him out to the pub in some sort of effort to clear the air between them. There was no use pretending that there wasn't something going on between them; that would be lying. But what Allie did know for sure was that they had to be able to work together, and it was getting harder and harder to do that on a professional level the closer they got to each other.
She knew she wasn't the only one who felt that way; Nick had been avoiding getting too close to her in the last week or two. At first she thought she was imagining it, but he hadn't exactly been subtle about it, especially in the last few days.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Jarvis poked his head around the corner to find the young detective lost in her thoughts, "Kingston, get a move on, I'll see you in the morning, nine o'clock sharp".
"Yes Sir" she quickly responded, giving a small smile in his direction before making her way past him and out towards the elevator.
Allie arrived home after a few hours at the pub to find her apartment empty as usual, it had been that way since her and her ex boyfriend Brett had split up a year and a half earlier, not that she blamed him for leaving, if anything it was her fault; most of the four years of their relationship had consisted of her work, sex, and fighting, their breakup, as hard as it had been at the time, hadn't been something that they could avoid. That was one of the draw backs of working such long hours; there wasn't a hell of a lot of time left for a social life.
When she had first met Brett, they'd hit things off really well, at the time things at work had been going slow, not alot of cases to work on, so there was no expectations to do extra hours. They'd met at a bar, not far from her apartment, and he had his eyes on her from the moment she walked into the room that night.
The first few months of their relationship had been wonderful, he was a high school teacher and since it had been during school holidays when they met, he had plenty of time for just her, as soon as she'd finish work each day; he was there to pick her up, ready to take her back to his place. She'd fallen in love with him pretty quickly too, he was kind, caring, and unlike other guys, he didn't take her stubbornness as her being stuck up.
After they'd been dating for about six months, they'd made things even better when they moved in together, into her apartment. It had made sense at the time; her place was closer to where both of them worked, unlike Brett's apartment which was further out of town. Work had still been pretty slow for her, back then she'd been working in missing persons, most cases she was given didn't last too long. Then about the time they'd celebrated their one year anniversary, she was moved into organised crime, suddenly the hours she was working got longer and it was harder for her to separate her home and work life. If they hadn't loved each other so much, they probably wouldn't have lasted as long as they did.
Her average day would consist of work from about eight in the morning until eight at night, when she got home Brett would usually have dinner waiting for her, and they'd go to bed soon after. The communication between them got less as time went on, which is probably why things ended up going so wrong.
Allie had known that their hearts had been in different places for a while, it wasn't something they really talked about much, it was just something that became more apparent as time passed. He wanted to get married, settle down, maybe have a few kids to add into the mix, and although Allie wanted that one day, it wasn't something she was interested in doing as soon as Brett would have liked.
Then a few months before they broke up, they had a scare. Allie had gotten really sick, throwing up all the time; she became moody and cranky more often, and had to take a few weeks off work. When they went to the doctors, they'd run some tests, for a whole range of things, however, the result hadn't been anything that they'd expected. Allie was pregnant.
When they found out, Brett couldn't be happier; he was going to be a dad, just like he always wanted too. But his happiness wasn't shared by Allie, she started getting anxious, worried about her job and her career, organised crime wasn't the place for a pregnant woman to be working.
Once the sickness had passed, and Allie had been given the all clear to go back to work, Brett had tried to talk her into leaving her job. This however had only made her work harder and longer hours, she was trying to prove that she was still capable of doing her job properly, but instead she'd pushed him away even further, and endangered her health.
One morning after a heated argument between them, Allie had started to get pains in her lower stomach, by now she was about three months pregnant. The pains only started small, but they kept increasing as more time passed, after an hour or so of this, Brett had convinced her that she needed to get checked out at the hospital. But it was all too late, soon after they had arrived and Allie had been put in a bed, she'd had a miss carriage, their baby was gone.
The loss of their unborn baby had a different effect on both of them. Allie had struggled the most; mainly from guilt. She hadn't wanted this baby, and then she'd lost it, all she did was blame herself for their loss. Brett kept telling her that it wasn't her fault, but she wouldn't listen to him, as far as she was concerned, she had caused this and she could never forgive herself for it.
Brett didn't stick around for much longer after that, every time he tried to get through to her, she would block him out. There was only so much rejection he could take before he gave up and packed his things.
It had taken some time for her to recover fully from her breakdown. She took a month's stress leave from work to start with, the first week of which she had simply mopped around her apartment. But it didn't take too long for Allie to make some extreme changes to her life, the first of which was to redecorate her apartment.
Once her month of stress leave was over, she decided she needed a fresh start, that's where her move into homicide came in, it took a while for her application to be approved, but once it was through, she couldn't wait to get started. Her work wasn't completely up to standard when she first began, she found herself in trouble a few times before she found her feet in her new role, partly because she was still getting her life back on track, but now she realised that it had all happened for a reason.
Thinking about her relationship with Brett had been something she'd done more of lately, not because she was sad about it all, but because she was starting to come to a place where she felt that she could finally move on. Not that she really had many options, her closest friends where the people she worked with, and although her and Nick had been getting closer, she wouldn't let herself give into the temptation of mixing work with pleasure.
Looking at the clock which read 10:30pm Allie decided it was time for bed, so throwing her handbag onto a couch in the lounge room, she made her way down the small hall way towards her room.
Once she was in her pyjama's sleep came quickly, and any previous thoughts were long gone.
Allie sat up in her bed to the sound of the doorbell ringing. "Coming" she called out, pulling back the covers of her bed and finding her feet on the floor. Once she got to the front door of her apartment she opened it to find Nick standing there, his eyes looking into hers. "Nick what are you doing here at this time of the morning?"
"I can't keep doing this" he spoke in a desperate voice, he was leaning with one arm up against the doorframe, his breathing was fast and frantic. He was still dressed in the same close that he'd been wearing at work that day, the only difference was that his tie was missing and his shirt was untucked, not like the Nick she knew from work at all.
"Doing what?" she questioned. She was about to say something else but any other thoughts disappeared when he silenced her by stepping inside and locking his lips eagerly with hers. She hesitated for a moment, 'where was this coming from?' that thought however soon disappeared and she became a willing participant, responding by kissing him back.
"I can't keep pretending that nothing's going on between us" he answered her, before once again kissing her. One hand cupped the back of her head, while the other wandered down the back of her swiftly until it found the small of her back to rest on. Allie didn't say anything, she couldn't, in a flash she'd turned from confused to alive with excitement, she never thought that Nick could make her feel like this.
"Allie, I want to be with you" Nick whispered breathlessly, moving his head down to plant a trail of kisses from her cheek, all the way down her neck. Allie moaned slightly trying to hide her enjoyment of his lips against her neck. She stepped back, letting him push her up against the wall. Reaching out she pushed the front door shut to block off any spying eyes.
"I want you too" she groaned, wrapping her arms around his neck as he cupped her cheek.
"Then what are we waiting for?" he locked his eyes strongly with hers. No answer was needed. Her lips crashed back down on his and she removed one arm from around his neck so that she could grab onto his shirt firmly. Moving backwards, Nick let her take the lead as she guided him down the hallway towards her bedroom, not letting their lips part. She pushed her body up against his, trapping his body between hers and her bedroom door before opening it and pushing him inside.
Nick's hands began to wander, making their way from her back to her front, undoing each of the buttons on the front of her pyjama's and discarding the item of clothing on the floor as he slid his tongue into her mouth.
Allie soon became more breathless, her knees were ready to give way. Desperately she clutched onto his shirt with both hands, she could feel herself losing all self-control. His hands touching her, his lips and his body against hers, it made her feel so alive.
Nick suddenly broke his lips away from hers, moving his head down so that he could kiss her neck once more, while he did this, Allie's hands moved to unbutton his shirt and discard it in the same place where hers already lay on the bedroom floor. She let out a soft moan when he reached the nape of her neck, moving her hands along the front of his now bare and toned chest and round to his back. His kisses soon turned into more as he began to sink his teeth in slowly to her delicate skin. Allies eyes fell shut and a low moan escaped her lips as his teeth clenched. Her nails dug into his back in response, receiving a groan from Nick which only proceeded to make her pant even more; hungry for more of him.......
Allie woke up with a startle, sitting up as quickly as she could to find that she was still in bed, and with her pyjama's still on. She was panting heavily, and she could feel sweat dripping down from her forehead. Finding the lamp switch next to her bed she took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light, and then looking around the room, she noticed that she was alone just like she had been when she got home that night.
Where had all of that come from? She was so confused; only hours ago she'd been strong in her mind that she couldn't give into the sexual tension between them at work. And now she'd been dreaming of the two of them about to have sex!
All she did know is that it would be an interesting morning tomorrow having to work closely with him; after all, he was her partner for their new case. So trying to calm herself down, Allie managed to lye back down and pull the linen covers over her, in some effort to get some more sleep to help her in the day ahead.
Chapter 2.
Allie continues to work with Nick, how will she cope?