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Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except the Foxxes... And Jack Wilson! Except he's based off that boxer in that episode of CSI: NY. The Gladiator boxer, remember? Oh and I don't own Kylie Flack either, ten81CSI owns her. She let's me borrow her.. I say that everytime I right this...Enjoy!
The sound of footsteps pounding around the apartment is what woke her. The thud was too loud to be Wrangler's and that's when she freaked. Niki quickly sat up and looked around the room, only to realize she wasn't at her apartment but in Flack's. She looked to the spot next to her to see that it was empty; if she was home Wrangler would have been right there with her. It wasn't like she didn't like spending the night at Flack's, it was just she missed her baby. Niki crawled out of the bed and put on Flack's Ranger's jersey. She had to admit, she really did like the new goalie, Henrik Lundqvist, he was good and he was hot. She skipped out of the bedroom and into the living room to see Flack sitting on the couch watching ESPN.
"There's no good sports on right now, I don't know why you're watching ESPN." Niki said, sitting down next to him.
"Baseball," He smiled, leaning over and kissing her, "Sleep well?"
"Yep, your bed is way nicer than mine."
Flack let out a chuckle as he turned to face her again. However, his smile was quickly wiped off his face. Bruises had formed around Niki's neck and being a cop Flack immediately assumed the worse.
"Nik, what happened yesterday?" He asked.
Niki immediately grabbed her neck, knowing exactly what Flack was talking about. "Oh…well…it's from you…last night." Niki lied.
Flack rolled his eyes. "Niki, don't lie to me."
"I walked into a door?" She said sheepishly.
"You're a better liar than that. Now tell me the truth." He demanded.
The brunette got a glint in her eye. She wasn't going to tell him. He didn't need to know. "It's none of your business."
"If my girlfriend has bruises around her neck I think I have a right to know how they got there."
"No you really don't," Niki said, shaking her head, "It's honestly none of your business."
"Look, if some guy at the club did this to you…"
"What are you going to do about it? No DA or cop cares what the fuck happens to strippers." She growled.
Flack shook his head. "What about the 4 Day Devil? We're doing everything we can to get this guy. Sinclair even called in the BAU."
The brunette let out a small snort. "Only because he's killed four people and it would look bad if you weren't doing anything to try and stop him."
"You don't know what you're talking about." Flack said.
Niki rolled her eyes. "Oh I do. I'm not on the high end of society."
"Neither am I."
"But you're a cop, you get respect. I'm a stripper, I get nothing. I know what people really think of me." Niki snapped as she brushed her bangs out of her face. She stood up from the couch and walked over to the fridge to get something to drink.
"Then do something about it," Flack blurted out, "Get a new job."
"Oh and what am I supposed to do?" Niki asked, annoyed with how Flack was acting.
Flack shrugged his shoulders as he stood up so he could face Niki. "I don't know. But anything is better than being a stripper. A stripper is just one step away from being a prostitute."
"What?" She gasped, "Are you fucking kidding me? You are comparing me, your 'girlfriend', to a prostitute? So are you just with me for the sex?"
"No! That's not what I meant!" Flack said quickly, not realizing Niki would take what he said that way.
Niki bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep herself from throwing a punch at Flack. "If you said it, you had to be thinking it." She walked back to Flack's room to grab her clothes from the night before. She didn't have to listen to Flack try to explain himself.
He followed her back to his room and watched as she changed into her clothes. He didn't know what to say. Niki squeezed past him and started heading toward the front door.
"Nik," He whined as he followed her. When she didn't stop he grabbed her arm and spun her toward him. "Niki, listen to me. I didn't mean it. I didn't think…"
"You're right, you didn't think." Niki huffed as she pulled her arm from Flack's hand. She opened the door and turned to face Flack one last time before she slammed the door in his face.
…
She knew she would get this call eventually. Someone would eventually tell her Zio what had gone down between her and Derek. Niki leaned against the back of the elevator, closing her eyes. It had been two hours since she stormed out of Flack's apartment and she was starting to regret it. She realized Flack didn't mean to say what he did; she just blew it way out of proportion. But Niki was still pissed he suggested that she quit her job. If she was going to quit she was going to do it on her own terms.
The elevator doors opened and Niki stepped out to see Jack Wilson standing outside the door of her Zio's office. Jack Wilson had been Michael's bodyguard for as long as Niki could remember. He was scary as shit, the way he stood was menacing, his face was cold, and he was built. But once you got to know the real Jack you realized he was a sweetheart. He had always treated Niki like a daughter and he was somewhat of a father to her.
Jack let a smile come across his face when he saw Niki step off the elevator. As she walked closer, his smile faded at the sight of the bruises around her neck. He had heard what had happened and wanted to choke Derek himself. But Jack decided against, and left it in the hands of his boss and long time best friend, Michael Foxx.
"How ya feeling, sweetheart?" Jack asked the brunette.
Niki shrugged her shoulders. "I'm doing alright, you know the usual."
"Fair enough," Jack nodded, "You still shaken up over what happened between you and Derek?"
"Nah, I found a way to get rid of my shock last night." She smirked.
"I didn't need to know that." Jack sighed rolling his eyes. "You're Uncle seems really mad at you. Apparently you said some pretty nasty things about the Family."
Niki rolled her eyes. "They weren't that nasty. I was just annoyed. The Family has just been pissing me off lately."
"Obviously they're getting in your way for some reason or another."
"How did you know?" Niki asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jack shook his head. "Sweetheart, I know you too well. Anything that gets in your way you become hostile toward it."
"Yeah, well I've hit a point in my life were I'm not too sure if I'm happy with who I am."
"Good for you."
"Good for me?" Niki asked, shocked, "I don't get it."
"You will once you decided what you want to change and who you want to become."
She scrunched her eyebrows and put her hands on her hips. "You know for a retired boxer you are pretty philosophical."
"I guess a few too many shots to the head are what did me in." Jack laughed.
Niki flashed him the Foxx smile.
"Hmm there's something different about that Foxx grin," Jack noted, "I think I know what's going on."
"What are you…?"
"Bella, sono pronto a parlare con lei sa." Her Uncle interrupted her.
Jack gave Niki a sympathetic look as she walked into her Uncle's office. He had one of those crazy ass offices, one that you earned from years of hard work. Or at least that's what her Zio Michael told her. Niki wasn't clueless that some of the money came from his Mafia business and some came from his actually construction business.
She sat in a big comfy leather chair on the other side of her Uncle's desk. He sat across from her, his brown eyes on her. Her Zio was the typical Foxx, dark hair, brown eyes, and bronzed skin. Michael looked his niece up and down, his eyes getting caught on the bruises around her neck. He was glad it wasn't his son that had tried to strangle his favorite niece, actually his only niece.
"So why did you want to see me?" Niki asked, tilting her head to the side and her brown eyes becoming big.
Michael let out a sigh. "Bella, Derek told me what you said about the Family."
"I was very stressed out that day. Sono spiacente, Zio." She bowed her head, and then looked up at her Uncle, giving him her famous puppy dog eyes.
"Bella, per favore," He said, shaking his head, "Don't do that."
"Do what?" Niki asked dumbly, knowing full well what she was doing.
"It doesn't matter; the point is you disrespected the Family, Bella, that shouldn't be taken lightly."
"But Derek said I was a disgrace and that I should be dead!" She said, pretending to choke back tears.
Michael stood up from his chair and knelt down besides his niece. He was horrified that Derek would say something like that to her. Even though it was true, he would never say that to her. And he wasn't going to have anyone ever say that to her.
He looked up at his niece and sighed. "I'll deal with him. Don't you worry. Now tonight, I want you to go back to work and act like nothing happened, can you do that?"
Niki let out a sigh, but nodded her head. She didn't want to go back to work at the club, but she had no choice. She needed the money to pay her bills. What a shitty life she had sometimes.
Her Uncle nodded his head and stood up, his knees cracking as he did so.
"Prendere vecchio lì lo Zio?" Niki asked a smile on her face.
Michael shook his head, letting out a small chuckle. "Molto buffo. Now if you excuse me, I have some work to do."
"Ciao Zio!" Niki waved as she walked out of the office.
"Ciao Bella," He called after her, closing his door once she was gone.
Jack shook his head as he watched Niki skip back to the elevator. Obviously she had somehow avoided getting into serious trouble with her Uncle. That kid is good, Jack thought.
…
"Damn, for a kid with three PHDs he is sure a huge klutz." Derek Morgan sighed as he tried wiping the soda off his shirt.
Danny let out a small laugh. "I know what you mean man. Here's the locker room, you can change here." He opened the door to the locker room to allow Derek in, and then closed it, giving the Special Agent some privacy.
Kylie Flack opened the locker room door, expecting it to be empty. She moved past two aisles of lockers to find hers, and a shirtless Derek Morgan. She let out a small gasp at the sight of the African American man flexing his muscles as he put on a new shirt.
He turned around to see a flustered Kylie, her small hand over her mouth. Derek let out a laugh, realizing what had gotten her all red in the cheeks. "Hi, I'm Special Agent Derek Morgan, and you are?"
"Kylie Flack," She giggled, her cheeks still burning, "Special Agent?"
"I work with the BAU, the Behavioral…"
"Analysis Unit," Kylie finished for him. Derek raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh, well I knew you were coming. I'm a CSI."
Derek nodded his head, "Oh, right. So you've been working on the 4 Day Devil murders?"
"I caught one of them. My brother, Don Flack, he's been the lead Homicide on all of them."
"Oh really? What's it like working with your brother?" He asked, fixing his sleeves on his t-shirt.
Kylie scrunched her dark eyebrows, trying to find the right answer. "It can be…difficult at times. But sometimes it's not even a big deal at all."
"Sounds cool," He smiled, nodding his head, "So can you show me the conference room? I think that's where everyone is meeting."
Kylie had gotten caught up in Derek's smile, leaving her to only catch the tail end of his sentence. Lucky for her, she actually knew where everyone was meeting. "Right this way."
….
"Alright, now that the introductions are out of the way, what would he like to do first Special Agent Hotchner?" Mac asked the man standing next to him.
"Please call me Aaron," He smiled, "So what we have so far is that the 4 Day Devil picks strippers, all of smaller stature with dark hair and eyes. For some reason he engraves the initials TL on his victims backs, after beating them and raping them. We need to see the bodies."
"The ME who has performed all the autopsies isn't here," Hawkes spoke up, "And the night shift ME doesn't have his notes."
"Okay then, Reid, I want you to look at all the clubs the unsub has hit. I want you to see if you can find a pattern."
"I'll help him out." Derek said.
"Good," Mac agreed, "Flack, why don't you go with them. You know this city pretty well."
"Alright," Flack said, leading the two out of the conference room.
"I want to talk to the latest victim's colleagues. They might have seen something." An older gentleman said,
"Good thinking Gideon," Aaron nodded his head, "Mac would you like one of your detectives to go with him?"
"Danny, go with Agent Gideon, you seem to be very popular at the strip clubs."
"On it boss!" Danny said, a giant smirk on his face, "Right this way." He smiled, leading Gideon to the garage.
"When your ME gets here, I would like to see what his notes say." A young brunette finally said.
"Well he should be here around 6 am. It's around 4 am now. We've got some time." Hawkes smiled.
The brunette folded her arms across her chest. "I'll wait then."
"I'll take you to the morgue then." Hawkes said, leading the woman to the elevators.
"What do we do now?" Kylie asked, her head resting in her left hand.
"We try to see what we can get to make a profile and then we go from there." Aaron said.
Mac nodded his head, "Sounds good to me."
….
Tina sighed as she walked out of the club to answer her phone. It was 4:30 in the morning and she had no idea who could be calling her. She flipped open her phone, not even bothering to look at the caller id. "Hello?" She said, her annoyance very clear.
"You wanna do me the biggest favor ever?" The voice on the other line asked with a pleading voice.
Tina rolled her eyes, "What do you want Miss Niki Foxx?"
"I need you to fuck my cousin."
"What?" She asked with a small giggle.
"He's being a prick and all up in my ass. Just fuck him so he loosens up a bit, please?" Niki asked again.
Tina shook her head. Obviously she was going to say yes. Derek Foxx was definitely on the hotter spectrum of Foxxes. But she wasn't going to give in that easily to Niki's request. She wanted her friend to sweat a little bit.
"I don't…"
"Oh Tina," A third voice said from behind her.
Tina turned around to be whacked in the head with a metal pipe. She collapsed to the ground, dropping her phone as she fell.
"Tina, Tina," Niki said, worrying for her best friend. She had heard the noise of metal hitting something and the sound of the phone hitting the ground, "Tina!" She quickly closed her phone and grabbed some clothes from her locker. She needed to tell Flack, he would know what to do. He would do something about this. She didn't care how mad she was at him. Tina was more important than her little feud with her boyfriend.
"Sweetie," Ellie called after Niki, before she went out the back door, "You're on in ten."
Niki turned around, "Please cover for me. This is really important."
"Alright go. I'll make up a beautiful lie for you." Ellie sighed.
"Thanks you're the best."
"Tell me something I don't know."
So I know I didn't translate the Italian but it's pretty easy to guess what it means. But if you don't know and want to know just ask what it meant in the review! Cause I always personally thank reviewers for taking the time to review! So go ahead review! Tell me what you think! Good or bad. I'll appreciate it! Thanks again! Hope you enjoyed!