Yet again, I'm sorry its so late. I've been working 5 days a week and I just graduated and I was busy with stuff I had to do before school ended. Oh and I got prom queen. No joke. I was so stoked. It's not often that a chubby girl wins prom queen lol.
Chapter 9: Just Watch the Fireworks
"Are you sure you have to go?" Haley pouted from her place on her queen sized bed as she watched Nathan placing clothes in his duffel bag. They had arrived home from Costa Rica the previous week and had been attached at the hip ever since.
"Yeah, I'm sure. But I won't be far, I'll only be in Manhattan and it's only just gonna be for a weekend." Nathan reassured as he zipped up his bag and tossed it on the floor.
Crawling towards the edge of the bed where he was standing, Haley wrapped her arms around his neck. She took his earlobe in between her teeth and whispered, "If you stay I promise to make it worth your while." She pulled back and smiled up at him before pushing her lips up to meet his.
He gripped her hips tightly and pulled back slightly. "C'mon, Hales, you're really making this hard." he sighed, half-heartedly as he laid a small kiss on her lips, looking lovingly at her face the whole time.
Walking Nathan backwards until his back hit the wall, she scraped her fingernails down his hard stomach over the gray t-shirt he was wearing. "I think I'm making something else hard." She let out in a sexy whisper as she trailed her hand lower to cup the crotch of his pants.
The breath hitched in his throat and he felt himself harden immediately. He grabbed her wrists and turned her around so she was the one pressed against the wall. Pinning her hands abover her head, Nathan let out an uneven breath that enveloped her face. "You like that you do this to me, don't you?" He asked in a low, husky voice as he pushed his lower body firmly against hers. "That you make me hard and ready for you." He pressed his hips harder against hers so there was no space between his hips, her hips and the wall, causing her to let out a loud moan.
Nathan had never talked dirty to her before and she was growing to like it more and more with every passing second. Bringing one of his hands to her face, he pressed a slender finger to her lips to quiet her. "Shh, baby. You don't want your daddy to hear you moaning for me, do you?"
She brought her hand up to fist in his hair. "Nathan, please", Haley pleaded, pulling his face towards hers. Her lips devoured his as he moved his hands to the back of her thighs and hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gasped loudly at the sensation that the new position provided.
He began laying a trail of light kisses down her neck as his hands fell to the button of her jeans. Just as he was about to slip the button through the hole...
Knock, knock, knock...
"Shit", Nathan muttered as he let Haley slide down the wall. "I'm coming!" He called to whoever was in the hallway.
"I wish I could say the same for me." She huffed under her breath as she straightened her shirt. She watched as Nathan bent down to pick up his suitcase and then turn to look at her. "Call me when you get there?" she asked, pulling him to her by the front of his shirt.
"Of course", he answered, leaning down to lay a soft kiss on her lips. "I love you, baby."
"I love you too, Nathan Scott." She whispered, giving him one last kiss before he turned to leave the room.
Walking through NYPD's 81st precinct, Nathan took a deep breath as he reached the office of his Captain. He kncoked then opened the door slowly. Brian Durham was sitting as his desk ruffling through police reports. "Nice to see you, Nathan. Take a seat." He said not looking up from the paperwork.
He sat down in front of the desk and waited for his superior to speak. "How are things going with Jimmy?" Whitey asked, closing the manilla folder and shoving it in a drawer.
"Not as well as expected." Nathan answered nervously. "He assigned me to watch his daughter."
Slamming his fist on his desk, Whitey stood up. "God damnit, Scott! I assigned you to take down North America's biggest drug lord and you're babysitting that fucking brat!" Nathan felt his fists clench in anger as he listened to his boss insult the girl he loved. "You leave me no choice, Nathan."
Nathan watched as Brian picked up the phone that was on his desked and dialled an extension. "Wilkenson? It's Captain Durham. I need you to organize a raid on the James' Hampton estate..."
As soon as the words left the older man's lips, Nathan jumped up. "You can't do that! Owen and I are close, we'll find something!"
"You've been there for six God damned months and haven't accomplished anything! Get out of my office, Scott." Whitey bellowed.
Running onto the crowded sidewalks of Manhattan, Nathan whipped out his cell phone and quickly dialled Owen's number. The rings seem to go by so slowly as he waited anxiously form Owen to answer his phone. "Hi, you've reached Owen, I can't come..."
"Fuck!" Nathan cursed as he hung up then scrambled to dial Haley's number.
"Hey hotstuff", Haley answered with a giggle. She was definitely with Brooke.
"Haley, baby, listen. Are you with Owen?" Nathan asked hurriedly.
"Yeah, he's driving me and Brooke to the mall. He does a good job of watching over us but I'm miss my sexy..."
"Focus, Haley!" Nathan yelled into the phone. "Give your phone to Owen. I need to talk to him."
Haley looked at the phone strangely then handed it to Owen stating, "It's Nathan."
"Hey man, what's going on?" Owen asked into Haley's phone.
"Owen, listen to me! Nathan shouted, hailing a cab. "Captain called in a raid. I know this goes against all we believe in but you have to back and warn Jimmy."
"Nathan, I can't..."
"You have to do it. Think about what's gonna happen to Haley and Brooke. I'm be there in a half in hour. When I get there, you take Brooke and I'll take Haley and we have to get as far away as possible."
"Okay", Owen answered reluctantly before hanging up the phone.
Taking a sharp U-turn, Owen headed back to the house. "What the hell are you doing, Owen?"
"Nathan's been tipped off. We have to go home and warn your dad."
