I'm so glad folks are still interested in SB and we're getting more fics even though CBS sucks beyond all else and canned the show all too early. I'm looking forward to the finale next week. Gosh if it's a cliffhanger...
Thank you everyone for the reviews and positive words! As always, criticism is welcome and I love getting reviews (: Also please include your thoughts on how much longer you want this to be. I sort of lost inspiration a bit but managed to think of two ideas for scenes. The second is in honor of the Preakness today. I was hoping Animal Kingdom could pull a Triple Crown win but my man Shaggleford with the sickest name on the track was too boss. Remember I have a lot of ideas for more fics so even if this one ends there will be MORE. More Mick/Gina. Because I can and it's fabulous.
Disclaimer: CBS isn't good enough to have the show. Unfortunately I'm not rich enough to have it either. Alas, a true crisis.
Enjoy all my readers and thanks for reading as always!
It started out so tranquil. The weather was overcast, loose clouds hovering in the sky, but not blocking the heat. As a result, the pool area was relatively vacant when the two profilers arrived. They spent an hour or so swimming laps and just floating, talking to the people sitting in the lounge chairs, waiting for the sun to come out.
Soon the sun began breaking, and a rowdy group of Californians dove into the pool. The agents climbed out and decided to socialize with the bored, wealthy folk sitting about.
Gina sat down with a couple girls she had met earlier who weren't entirely clueless, stupid or man-hungry.
"Hey Gina how are you?" the bubbliest of the three other girls screeched in her obnoxiously high pitched voice. The blonde almost cringed at the other woman's vocal chords, but that would be considered rude, so she did her best to refrain.
"Oh I'm fine, thanks for asking Ruby. Anything new in your life?" Gina replied, attempting to be polite.
"You will never ever guess so I'll just tell you. Ruby's getting more implants! Her fiancé doesn't think her latest ones are big enough so she's going in to get DDD ones this time," Chantal gushed, a rather loud-mouthed black woman with a horrendously fake blonde weave. Gina blankly stared for a couple seconds before remembering she was supposed to reply.
"How… wonderful?" she stammered, wondering what exactly was wrong with these women. From past conversations, she knew Ruby had been in for at least fifteen cosmetic surgeries. None of which she actually needed. The redhead now looked like a Barbie: made entirely of plastic.
"Oh isn't it? I can't wait! It feels so funny when they stick the needles in to numb you!" Ruby giggled, as the profiler's head began to spin wondering how anyone could enjoy being stabbed with a needle.
"You know who else is getting bigger tits? That total slut Sophie. The one who was grinding on Veronica's father after he had that heart attack or whatever in the bar the other night. Can you even believe that hoe?" the third girl, black-haired Susan, spat. All the women shook their heads in disgust.
"Oh, or what about that girl who you said kept trying to hook up with your boyfriend? How filthy! I found out, though, that her name is Margie, what a name! Her husband divorced her, well, she filed for the divorce, but, he technically broke it off, because he left her. For a man! She couldn't even keep him straight. What a total loser," Chantal laughed, turning to Gina to inform her about the troublesome brunette.
"Hey, you know, there was that other girl. The one whose hair you yanked out. She was way too close to your man, and all whispering in his ear. My cousin overheard her outside the hotel calling the police on you! But they laughed her off or something. Whatever they told her, she couldn't believe it and kept calling you unprofessional! Can you believe her? Seriously, what nerve!" Susan quickly tossed in, scowling haughtily at the thought of Catherine. The blonde agent paled, hoping that the unsub hadn't overheard the conversation and caught on that they were undercover, but Susan didn't appear to have any clue so it wasn't likely.
"Gina how did you get ahold of him anyway? I mean, he's totally British, with that hot accent, but you don't have one. He's also totally sexy. If I didn't have a fiancé and you weren't so nice I would totally go for him," Ruby prattled, seemingly oblivious to what she was actually saying. It took Gina a couple moments to formulate a response, trying hard to remember the cover story they had discussed.
"Well, he got ahold of me. He saw me walking with some friends and whisked me away. His wife had died in a car crash and he was lonely. I was dating someone else but, what can I say, Mick was worth it," she cheerily replied once she'd finally recalled the story. The other girls all squealed a mournful cry when she said his wife died before gushing that was so sweet he was lonely without her and they were glad he had someone as nice as her.
Gina sat there wondering why they thought golddigging made a girl 'nice', but then again, in the world of the socialites, it may have been the least of their evils. She certainly didn't want to stay at the hotel long enough to find out just what did make a mean girl mean.
The Californians had vacated the pool, and a new group of socialites walked out, Margie and her brunette friend included.
"Chicken, pool, now. Everyone," someone yelled out, and the pool area came alive with people scrambling to grab partners.
After the sixth girl came up to him and asked to be with him, Mick quickly took off running from his chair to the other side of the pool and grabbed Gina's hand.
"C'mon, we're leaving. These girls are nuts," he whispered, attempting to drag her out the gate and onto the beach, but the brunette friend walked into their path with a tall, black man by her side.
"Uh, he said everyone, that includes you two. So we can crush you," the girl sneered, pushing Mick backwards towards the pool. He reluctantly followed her direction, taking the blonde with him, who seemed less than pleased.
"Ok, most of these girls probably have eating disorders. I doubt they stay thin by working out like you do. I'm a sniper, we're skilled at holding a position. I can stay up but you have to shove them over," the Brit commanded, discussing strategy with his fellow profiler.
"How about we just lose in the first round and walk away?" she suggested hopefully.
"Do you want to lose in the first round and be laughed at?"
The look on her face was a pretty definitive answer.
Gina climbed onto Mick's shoulders, wrapping her legs around his torso.
"You know, it's a shame you're facing that way, love. I'd like this a whole lot better if you just swung around," he remarked, smirking.
"You'd probably pass out from the shock. Just don't fall over."
Soon enough, she was taking vicious swings at other girls, knocking them into the pool. Several of the girls got the idea into their heads that Gina was not to be messed with, and began avoiding her corner of the pool. Mick was panting fairly heavily under her, attempting to breathe despite the waves from the pool constantly splashing into his face, and she was glad he could rest momentarily.
The pool was rather quickly vacated, sans for the two profilers, Margie, and her boyfriend of the day. Gina's eyes narrowed and Mick sighed, preparing for a rather ugly fight.
"Oi, get over here mate, so I can roast you," the other man called in a strong Australian accent.
"An Aussie? How's it feel inside a kangaroo you twat?" Mick yelled back, rolling his eyes. Figures it'd be some idiot from Australia. Their accents were just cheap knockoffs of the noble, Welsh dialect anyway.
"Wouldn't know, but maybe you can tell me, mate, is a sheep's vagina tighter or looser than your girlfriend's?" the Aussie roared back, and the crowd laughed, the women watching discussing which accent was better.
"Can't tell you that but I can guess a blue whale's probably swallowed less than that broad," the Brit smirked as the crowd laughed harder. Margie screamed something inaudible and tugged on her partner's hair to get him to walk forward.
Mick tried to run, though it was difficult in the water, and ducked to the side as they got close. Gina reached out and grabbed Margie's long hair, trapping it in a death grip as Mick kept moving. The brunette attempted to turn to look at what they were doing, but she started screaming bloody murder when she finally did.
Her wig was lying in the pool, having been dropped by the blonde when it fully detached, who was incredibly shocked. Margie shrieked expletives, grasping at her head in anguish and started to cry.
The pool went silent. They stared at the bald woman, who shoved her man's face underwater, hopped off him and ran back into the hotel, sobbing wildly the whole time.
"What the f…" Mick began, but the shouts and cheers of the crowd drowned him out. Gina simply smiled and nodded her head.
Unnoticed by everyone in the ensuing celebration was a man slightly outside the gates, within the shelter of the jungle, watching silently.
"Well this is nice. Waves, horses, you, me, a creep out to kill us. We should do this more often," Mick remarked, staring over at the blonde who was framed by the ocean's soft waves. It was sunset, and they were riding horses along the beach.
"Uh, only if you're going to pay. Pretty sure the FBI isn't going to give us $2300 a night rooms just for fun anytime soon," she retorted quietly. Though the beach was empty, there was always the chance he was hiding in the jungle and could overhear.
"That's why you win Employee of the Year awards. They give you free vacations like this. Coop told me about it when he first asked me to join the team. He didn't tell me you actually have to be a citizen to win the awards. Bloody American laws."
"Aw, what a shame. I guess I'll just have to win for you."
"When you give your little acceptance speech you can dedicate it to your amazingly wonderful and attractive boyfriend."
"I'm sure that will go over well with the FBI when they find out just who this dreamy man is."
"Details, love. Let's ride out deeper, into the surf," he suggested, aiming his horse into the gentle waves. Gina followed, content to be in his company.
They rode out until the water was up to the horses' shoulders and kept riding north, the sun still partially above the land to the west.
Mick turned his head to look up the beach and determine how much farther they should go, and nearly zoned out staring, trying to estimate the distance. He reasoned if he had his rifle on him with a proper scope he could shoot the lone tree extending beyond the jungle's boundary several hundred yards down.
Then he heard the shocked cry and a splash.
He whipped his head back around, eyes widening as he saw Gina's horse skittishly prancing, eyes wide and mouth open, attempting to evacuate the area it had been standing, but no blonde profiler atop it. The Brit began screaming her name, furiously scanning the darkening water for her.
Ready to climb off his horse and begin physically hunting for her in the sea, he lifted a leg to jump off before freezing as she resurfaced. He could only stare in complete shock at the sight before him.
Gina was clutching the back fin of a dolphin, which was cheerfully jumping out of the water, gently enough she could hold on. Her face was mortified by the situation and she clearly wanted to disembark from her finned ride, but she seemed too disoriented by being knocked off a horse by a dolphin to react to the jumps.
"Gina!" he yelled again, reaching a hand out to help her as the dolphin circled around again and swam closer. It slowed down and she weakly unclasped the dorsal fin, floating for a few moments before Mick was able to grab hold of her and drag her torso out of the water.
Her horse was still nervously pacing, but it had returned close to his, reluctant to wade deeper into the water. The dolphin cheekily whistled at him before swimming off to join several dolphins jumping in the distance.
He helped haul her onto the back of her horse and grabbed ahold of its reins, leading the horse back to shore. When she stopped spluttering for breath, he asked if she was alright, to which she replied she was fine, all things considered.
Mick figured it was time to evacuate the ocean.
"I'm sorry, love. I shouldn't have suggested we go out. Into the water, that is. What if the dolphin had been vicious? I'm so sorry," he kept saying, apologizing profusely as she sunk lower into the bubbles of the bathtub.
"The odds of a dolphin being that close to land and choosing to knock me off the horse so he could swim with me are incredibly unlikely. It wasn't your fault," she told him, getting slightly annoyed with his constant apologies.
"Still, you could have been rendered unconscious or hurt or something else. This is so new. I don't want to end suddenly in a tragic marine mammal-related incident."
"Well, luckily for you, I have no plans of this ending any time soon," she replied, reaching an arm up to pull him into a kiss.
Which soon led to other things.
Your thoughts always loved.