Five minutes later I buckled on my TAC belt, kneepads and holster to my legs and looked in the mirror; I looked pretty fucking amazing to be honest and couldn't wait to start on shift like this – tonight at Neal's was going to be interesting! I clipped in my firearm and badge to my belt and packed up my clothes and headed out of the room to be faced by Neal coming out the elevator.
"Please tell me you are going undercover?" he whispered as he saw my insignia.
"Come up to the meeting room, we need to talk!" I replied.
He watched me as I headed up the room and stared in horror as he saw SWAT written across the back of my shirt; he swore loudly and ran into the room to be faced with Peter and the director.
"Who the hell's idea was it?" he demanded.
"Calm down Neal – we need to talk and I am going to be brutally honest about the last five years of my life and my training. This is fully classified and you know the deal if you break the code. You can walk away now if you want, or accept me like you did yesterday – warts and all!" I whispered to his face.
"She has been granted access to join our SWAT unit and they have accepted her – she's our liaison officer," the Director explained.
Neal stared at me in horror and then anger at the two men beside me; he moved beside me and looked me up and down, noting the Insignia, weapons grade and other training I have. He shook his head and paced the room again for a moment before turning back to us.
"This is different Freya, you could get seriously hurt with these guys on call outs, I've seen what SWAT do and how they operate – this team especially!" he said pulling on my badge.
"I've been in worse situations than a SWAT bust Neal, I survived nearly seven weeks in a mass grave hostel in Afghanistan while I was beaten and starved daily, I survived watching my full medical team be beheaded in front of me and then having to watch as my best friend was slowly murdered by venom – SWAT is a walk in the park for me – it's something I want to do!" I replied.
He was pacing the room and I looked at Peter and the director to give us a few moments lone, I knew Neal was freaking out – I also knew he had found out through the military how trained I was and hadn't said a thing to me about it. The guys left the room and I locked the door behind them as I hit the button for the secrecy glass to shield us from prying eyes. Neal spun me around and kissed me as he slammed me against the wall and pinned me there with his hips, I kissed him back and finally got him to come up for air as I leaned over the table to catch my breath.
"Why in god's name didn't you tell me, I don't care if your career was classified – all you had to say is that you are the female version of the terminator? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout at you – I found out from some military brass last night over a glass of wine, they assumed I already knew and I just improvised questions – is that why you behave certain ways during a bust operations – you become hyperaware and get really fed up if you get banished to the truck by Peter!" he replied holding me again.
"Yeah, a little bit as I am a qualified field agent and they treat me like a child who needs protecting; I know that the boss just wants to keep me safe but it's cramping my style!"
He looked at me and held me tight against him, I could feel him shake slightly and I knew he was thinking about the day he lost Kate and the horrible way it happened – I never stopped him remembering her, she was important to him and a part of his life – she should be remembered and I lit a candle for her at mass every Sunday. I kissed Neal and promised him that I would be very careful when on duty with the team and that I would always follow orders and not put myself into direct danger without immediate back up.
"I'm taking you home and you may not be able to walk tomorrow!" he growled.
"That's alright, I'm off tomorrow and back on duty on Monday – I booked us a weekend away so I could give you any information you wanted, and also to try a few of these out?" I said showing him a page from the internet on my phone.
"That looks, can you get into that – is that even possible?" he inquired.
"Let's find out, I think you have turned me into a sex junkie – if it wasn't for the two bosses outside, you would be against the wall with me on my knees….."
He kissed me and growled as I laughed into his mouth, I had to let him readjust himself before I opened the door again and let the guys back in; they looked about for the destruction but I told them we would discuss at home and see them on Monday for the new rota schedule.
An hour later I was being pounded into as I held onto the ladder on the wall, I was using all my leverage to help Neal take little of my weight and I gripped him with my legs around my waist and ordered him to go faster and harder. He gripped my hips and tilted me further back as he went deeper inside me, he bottomed out and I screamed as he rocked a further inch inside me – I felt so full and the amazing position made him rub over that spot inside me. He whispered for me to keep holding on, he was trying to make it last for as long as possible – over half an hour so far and I was nearly incoherent from the amount of orgasms he had given me and he had denied himself any so far, even with the swift movement of me taking him into my mouth and sucking with ice in my mouth. I gripped his shoulders and rolled my head back as I felt him stiffen and cry out my name as he came – it was enough to send me over the edge again and made his orgasm last longer as I milked him for everything he had again. We landed on the floor in a soft heap on the pillows we had put down as a precaution; he was kissing my breasts and playing with the scars on my belly as I laughed – I think we were trying to crawl inside each other with that position and I was blissfully exhausted. Neal leaned up over me and rocked slightly, my head rolled back again as I felt him solid inside me and he whispered he would be gentler this time around. He was and we both bit into each other's shoulders as we came moments later from the deep angle and intense orgasms we had just had.
I woke up the next morning with Neal sitting opposite the bed looking at me, he had a massive grin across his face and I yawned and stretched feeling every wonderful ache in my body; he passed me a drink of water and some painkillers to help ease the ache. I sat up in the bed and he coughed as he saw the massive bruises across my chest and the massive bite mark on my shoulder, I looked down and chuckled knowing that his shoulder was probably the exact same – god knows how is back was?
"How about a hot shower and we can go get some food from town, go to the park and have a picnic on this beautiful day?" he inquired.
"Sounds amazing, how's the temperature – lets me decide on trousers or a dress!"
I hadn't really worn a dress in front of him but I knew he was getting ideas, thankfully most of my dresses were long enough for public decency but I had a couple that could cause impure thoughts. He helped me up and after a long hot shower, drying my hair and getting dressed, I came back through to find him casually dressed and holding a picnic basket that June had made up for him. I winked at him and grabbed my small shoulder bag and wrapped it around me, it had my wallet and weapon inside as well as my ID – FBI training 101 – never leave the house without your weapon, especially on your day off!
We walked the mile to the park and after finding a great spot I the sun we got set up with the blanket and relaxed as I slipped off my shoes and leaned back, it had been years since I had done this and it felt good just to be able to relax before a busy work schedule began. Neal was braiding my hair that I had left loose around my shoulders, he loved my hair as it was dark brown but had red highlights through it naturally – he especially loved it when I was in the gym and tied it up in pigtails – he loved to grab them and guide me.
"You're having impure thoughts Freya – you're flushed and breathing heavier!"
I looked up at him from where my head was lying across his upper legs and grinned, the angle gave him a direct look down my dress and he clocked that I was wearing very feminine knickers and not the standard army issue for a change; me thinks he was enjoying what he saw as I could feel him swell beside my ear. I turned my head gently and quickly nipped his bulge with my teeth; he gasped and I grinned. He pulled me up for a kiss and we were suddenly aware of an audience from the position we were in; we separate and flushed red – they chuckled and moved on.
"It's been five months since I met you and you mean so much to me already, I can't believe I was your first – you take my breath away – your battle scars are proof of how much you value life and the sacrifice you made to try and help anyone who needs it. You have become my life and it scares me slightly!" he whispered honestly.
I stroked his face and cuddled into his chest for support as I sniffed back in the tears; he had really moved me with what he said and I was trying to figure out how to reply to him when an almighty scream came from further down the pathway. I was on my feet and slipped on my shoes before Neal was on his feet and watched me take off at speed towards the now hysterical woman kneeling beside someone who looked like they had been shot. I slammed down beside them and checked for a pulse, it was there but his breathing was decreased on the left hand side – I called for an ambulance to the park and our location and asked the woman if she had anything sharp in her picnic basket I could use – she handed me a foil cutter and corkscrew and I noticed the straws in her basket too.
"Help him – please help him!" she yelled and cried.
"He has a collapsed lung and I need to insert a straw to get the air out – Neal, move her out the way while I do this!" I commanded.
I ripped open the guy's shirt and had put immediate pressure on his GSW to the shoulder, I got it tied off tightly with a tourniquet and wooden spoon they had in the basket and I poured the vodka over his chest and over the corkscrew to try and get it clean as possible. I found my space between the ribs and thankfully the corkscrew blade was sharp as hell and it slipped into the skin and muscle as I found my mark. Neal was holding away the woman and watching me work, ready to help if I required it as a crowd was gathering as the mounted police came over to find out what is going on. Neal told them we were FBI and I was a combat medic and knew what I was doing; they watched as I stuck my finger into the chest wound and slipped in the straw, moments later the man's breathing changed and I ducked as blood spewed out the end of the straw as he took in a deep breath and the lung expanded again. The wound from the tourniquet had come undone and I was given the AC compression dressing from the police's first aid kit and tied it off around the wound. I checked his vitals, I swore loudly as there was silence and no pulse, I straddled his waist and began compressions and CPR with the mask they handed me, he wasn't responding yet but I heard the sirens from the ambulance come down the pathway and I got off his waist. The woman was screaming as I stopped for a second and with my closed fist I slammed the heel of my hand down over his heart and the guy took a huge breath in. I gasped in relief and checked his reaction – he was slow to come around but his pulse and respiration were stable. The police got the paramedics over and I told them what had happened, they chucked some saline bags at me as I helped them start an IV as they did the checks and got him strapped into a back board. I had left one of the IV bags for me to wash my hands with and Neal got the woman into the ambulance and we watched as they were taken to hospital.
An hour or so later we were released by the police and given a lift home since I was covered in blood, June nearly had a heart attack but Neal explained as I headed to have a shower and get changed into my gym clothes since I was too hot for anything else. He came back into his apartment and found me sitting at the piano playing a tune.
"Freya, are you alright?" he demanded immediately.
I was pale as a ghost and had a big drink of wine in front of me, I was just a little rattled after this afternoon's event and needed a few moments doing something that was normal for me and to accept the incident as it happened. Neal sat beside me and watched me play and I nodded in reply as I got my body back under control.
"Yeah I'm alright Neal, working off the adrenaline rush," I replied.
He was looking at me and I stopped playing the piano as I took a big drink and leaned on him for a cuddle which he immediately gave me, I felt so much better now and I sighed happily as he pulled me up for a hug.
"You are amazing; that man would have died if you didn't react as quickly as you did – you're skills with that knife are scary but you saved another life in your own backyard – are you just waiting for the director to hear about it?"
I nodded knowing they would and then they would congratulate me, I was only doing my job and I knew I could save the man or at least give him a good chance to get to hospital alive; Neal leaned in for a kiss and handed me a couple of leaflets on where to go for dinner tonight as a treat – I decided on a Chinese takeout and the bedroom.