Title: Behind the Bandana
Rating: R
Pairing/Character(s): Homicide/OC
Summary: She wore a mask hiding her true self, till someone finds out what she really is.
Warnings: cursing, sex (later on)
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,122
Chapter #: (4/10)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: I took a little break from this story to work on some other Homicide ROH stories. And it's been a while since I've updated but enjoy! I'm going to start working on this again :)

"I'm bored," Reagan sighed as she placed down her magazine on her chest as she stared at her boyfriend who was sitting on the adjacent chair reading a book. She was laying down on the couch and for the last half hour had been reading about ways to get your man to take you out to dinner. "Let's do something tonight."

"Like what babe?" He said turning the page in his book not paying much attention to her.

"Oh I dunno," She sighed throwing the magazine on the floor. "Dinner? Movie? Anything to get out of this house."

"What's wrong with this house?" He asked flipping the page again.

Reagan groaned as she let her arm hang limp from the side of the couch. She loved him dearly but sometimes he never paid much attention to her. When he was reading was one of those times. Sighing she sat up quickly, pushing herself off of the couch walked over to him. Sitting on the arm of the chair she lowered the book from his eyes. Closing it quickly she threw it on the floor to join her magazine.

"Rea! I was reading that! And got to a really interesting part!" He frowned pointing toward his discarded book.

"Babe, you've read it before," She said slowly.

"Well—I was getting to my favorite part," He shrugged. "What were you saying?"

"I was saying," She smiled sliding into his lap. He smiled at her as his hand moved up and down her bare legs. "Can we please go out tonight?"

"It's Wednesday," He said slowly as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I know," She said biting her lip; all she really wanted to do was keep iMPACT off of her mind. She would be watching it again tomorrow and knew that Sabin had a segment about her attack on him and she was nervous about it. "Please," She said pouting as he smiled.

"I hate when you do that," He said kissing her lips quickly as she smiled. "Where do you want to go?"

"Yay," She said squeaking a bit as he rolled his eyes. "No where fancy just a chance to get out of the house and a chance for me not to cook."

"I cooked last night," He said frowning.

"Yeah, well you cook on rare occasions," She said slowly "I've done it mostly every night for the last three years."

"Point taken," He said brushing her hair from her face as she blushed under his gaze. No matter how long they would be together that look would always earn a blush from her.

"Anything you want to do before we go out to dinner?" She asked kissing him lightly as he grinned.

"I can think of a few things," He said swiftly standing up holding her in his arms.

"Ah, careful!" She giggled as he swung her lightly.

"God you're heavy," He said winking at her as he quickly walked off toward the bed room.

"Damnit it Sabin get up," Petey Williams said sighing as he shook Chris awake. Ever since iMPACT he had gone into an odd state and fallen asleep most nights on his couch.

"Go away," He said pulling the blanket over his head, he hated the fact he gave keys to his apartment to his friends. "I'm sleeping."

"It's two in the afternoon," Petey said slowly. "Get off your lazy ass."

"Nope," He said slowly smirking under the blanket. "Just let me be."
"Something is wrong with you," Petey said forcefully ripping the blanket off of Chris as he glared down at him. "And you better tell me what it is!"

"I—can't," He said slowly biting his lip looking up at his friend. "It's complicated, very complicated."

"Try me" Petey said slowly leaning on the back of the couch as Chris ran his hand down his face "It can't be that hard."

"It's not hard to tell you," He sighed shrugging "It's I'm just not sure if I should."

He looked up at his friend as Petey looked at him curiously. He wanted to tell him more than anything about Reagan, but he wasn't sure if he should mention she was the one who had hit him during the match. He didn't know if he could tell him that they had met backstage while she was supposed to be in character and broke her out of it. There was one thing he remember he could tell him—

"There ah—is a girl I saw," Chris said beaming as Petey's eyebrows rose grinning. "She's really pretty—I just don't know how to approach her."

"Where did you meet her?" Petey asked slowly.

"I uh," Chris' heart raced trying to think of something "I saw her from afar."

"And how do you know you will ever see her again?" He asked solemnly.

"Because, I saw her at work," Chris mentally scolded himself for even saying that.

"And which knock out is it?" Petey laughed.

"Not a knockout," Chris said slowly he wasn't really sure how to describe her "She's someone's girlfriend."

"Oh sucks for you," He said shrugging it off.

"Petey!"

"What?" Petey said slowly "What do you expect me to say: C'mon Chris I'll help you steal her away from him!"

"No," Chris said scowling "But enthusiasm helps."

"This is nice," Reagan smiled as she took a sip out of her wine glass before placing it down on the table. "I would've been fine going to some place less, formal."

"I know," He said reaching out to grab her hand as he held it lightly "But I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you."

"I know you do," She said blushing avoiding his gaze.

"Not nearly enough as I should," He said seriously. "It's because of work--"

"It's because of your work we have a house over our head, now stop, I travel with you when I can. Now stop," She said grinning.

"I don't want to lose you because of my job!" He said quickly.

"You won't," Rea swallowed hard as her heart jumped and her mind went straight to Chris Sabin. She shook away her thoughts as she smiled weakly at him. "Three years together, you can't get rid of me that easily mister."

"Good to know," He said winking at her. "Now there is something I need to ask you—about work."

"Oh?" She asked slowly down her heart, praying he wasn't about to propose to her even though it was the one thing she wanted more than anything.

"Yeah, I got a call from Russo today and he wants to put you in a match," He said slowly as she spit out her wine onto the table.

"What?"