A/N: This chapter took a long time to write, I don't know why haha
It goes out to Belle on twitter who REALLY, REALLY, REALLY wanted it. She sent me plenty of Jesse/Jay gifs for inspiration ;)
Now, I'm on some strong pain meds. I can't guarantee it makes any sense... read at your own risk lol But with like 13 days left of writing before I take a month break, figured I owed you an update.
Fate – Chapter Twenty-One
Brooke POV
"What is taking so long? You said next week!" I narrow my eyes at the foreman in front of me, venom in my husky tone.
"We're running behind schedule Miss Davis."
"I can see that." I glare at the contractors in front of me, trying to reign in my anger before I reach out and strangle him.
"My question is why, you have men doing nothing! Get to work!" I scream before storming off, stress eating away at me.
My heart lurches when the phone goes off in my hand, relief floods me when I see it's not Jay or the unit flashing on the screen.
"Hey Nate."
"Hey Brooke, how you holding up?" His tone is caring as it flows down the phone to me.
"Great." I deadpan rubbing my forehead and stepping over more mess.
"You sound it." He laughs down the phone and I roll my eyes.
"I'm just stressed out, who knew construction workers were so unreliable and incompetent." I raise my voice, wanting them to hear.
"Uh, everyone."
"Shut up." I fire back.
"No, but seriously Brooke. How are you?" There's no humor in his tone now.
"I'm fine."
"See, I don't believe that. From someone who also has shitty parents, I know you can't be. Haley told me Victoria's causing trouble."
"She's just being Victoria. I can handle it." The resolve in my voice is strong, knowing I won't drag them into this.
"You don't have to, we're here. And if I find out you don't lean on me… lean on us, I'll be pretty pissed alright?" I can almost feel his warm embrace through the phone.
"Alright. It's okay, really. I've got Jay." I'm quiet, a smile on my lips from just his name.
"Which brings me to that, how are you handling the bounty?" His tone is full of disbelief and shock, fear hiding down beneath the surface.
"Does Haley tell you everything?" I fire back, trying to distract him but knowing I'll fail.
"Yes, we're married."
"Oh, so she told you how Jay does this thing in bed where-" A smirk is covering my face, the contractor closest to me looking at me with shocked wide eyes.
"Oh, Brooke. Stop." I giggle hysterically.
"Sorry, it's just she said she wanted to try it." I bite my lip, knowing my statement is anything but innocent.
"You're a vixen."
"You know it." I send a sideways glace at the contractor, shaking my head at him in a silent order to get back to work.
"Brooke…"
"I'm worried Nathan, he's keeping me at arms length. Keeps telling me everything is fine. I worry enough about his job, but knowing he has a bounty out… I'm constantly terrified. I jump when the phone rings… and I just want to know how he's doing." Tears fill my eyes as I walk out the back, away from prying eyes.
"I'm sorry Brooke. You both are welcome here until it blows over."
"Thanks but he'd never run away and hide. But could you… call him and check in? You guys bonded really well. Maybe he'd tell you." I take a deep breath, wiling the tears away.
"I'll try."
"Thanks Nathan. I'm lucky to have friends like you and Haley."
"You're family." He corrects softly.
"I love you for it."
"We love you too…So tell me more about this thing." Nathan laughs down the phone bringing us back to earlier.
"Jay?" I call out when I hear the apartment door open.
"Yeah babe." He rounds the corner to the kitchen, leaning in to kiss me.
"Please tell me you didn't cook." He eyes the oven wearily.
"Hey." I pout at him.
"You know I love you baby, just not your cooking."
"Why you gotta be so perfect… of course you can cook too." I grumble out as he chuckles at me.
"Well one of us has to."
"Just like one of us has to have some taste." I wink at him, thinking back to the god-awful couch.
"Hey, I chose you didn't I? My taste seems pretty damn good to me."
"True. Best decision of your life Detective Halstud." He smirks at me, raising his eyebrows.
"What can I say? I know a good thing when I see it." Jay's hands find my waist, bringing me close.
"Hmm. So lucky." I reach up on my tiptoes to brush our noses together, my lips teasing his.
"How was work?" My fingers play with the hair at the back of his neck.
"Good." A shrug accompanies his answer.
"Any progress?" I bite my lip, eyes darting away briefly.
"Baby, everything's going to be okay."
"Yeah. I'm just scared." His hand cups my cheek; thumb brushing along it soothingly.
"Do you want to stay in Tree Hill a while? Or I could see about setting you up in a safe house." Guilt surrounds his offer, the internal battle clear on his face.
"Not for me honey, I'm scared for you." My hand caresses his wrist.
"I'll be fine. I promise."
"Okay."
"What about you? How was your day?" I sigh softly, enjoying standing in the embrace of the man I love.
"Argh, don't get me started on these incompetent idiots I hired to remodel the store. We are so behind schedule, I'm stressing out and Victoria is going to have a field day when I fail." Bitterness creeps into my tone.
"Brooke, you won't fail."
"Oh yeah? How are you so sure?"
"Because you're Brooke Penelope Davis." He wiggles his eyebrows at me, his blue eyes calming the storm within me.
"I am…" He leans down to press our lips together softly.
"And because you'll always have me. I'm right here, so whatever you need. You've got it."
"You really are something you know that?" I whisper, our noses touching.
"Only because you deserve the world."
"As long as I have you, I have it." My chest expands with happiness, feeling the love in our bond and wishing this feeling will last a lifetime.
I press my lips back against his urgently; opening my mouth to welcome his tongue, and moaning as his hands slide down to the curve of my ass.
He lifts me up effortlessly; my hands fall to his muscled shoulders supporting myself as he places me on the kitchen bench.
A giggle escapes my lips as his hands trail up my creamy thighs, pushing my purple dress up higher.
"Just like our first date." He whispers against my lips, as he hooks his hands under my knees and pulls me against him.
"Don't break my dress." I smirk at him as I feel my pussy jump in response.
"It's not my fault you have such shoddy dresses."
"Shut up." I throw my head back with a whispered laugh.
I sigh as his lips find my neck, trailing down to my collarbone before sucking gently.
My hands slide up underneath his shirt, trailing my hands over his abs before pulling his shirt over his head and bringing his lips back to mine.
I impatiently reach for his belt, my hands quick as I free his manhood before palming him in my hand.
Jay hisses against my lips, my tongue slipping in to battle his.
I squirm on the bench as his fingers press against my aching core, sliding my panties down slowly.
I'm panting as I stare into his blue eyes, hands resting back on his shoulders.
He raises an eyebrow and it sends a jolt to my already throbbing pussy, my legs press together trying to create friction.
His hands grab my thighs and hold them apart, watching as my heavy breathing intensifies, my body craving to join his.
"Jay." His whispered name slips through my lips when his brush the corner of mine, before his beard drags along my neck.
He uses this opportunity to run a finger along my slit; my hips jerk, encouraging his fingers to push in.
I groan as his fingers pump into me forcefully, driving me close to release.
He hooks his fingers up a few times, his mouth sucking on the curve of my neck hard.
My nails are digging hard into his shoulders, his teeth sinking into my neck in retaliation.
I whimper as his fingers slide out, my chest is still heaving as I watch him bring them to his lips.
My pussy is pulsating, so close to an orgasm as he disappears between me legs.
"Oh god." My hands grip the granite bench tightly, knuckles going white as I fall back onto the cold stone.
His warm tongue replaces his fingers, tempting me to ecstasy.
The feel of his lips cupping my clit and the sensation of his scruff on my already sensitive core sends me flying.
Jay slides into me slowly, while I'm still riding out the waves of bliss.
He stills for a few moments, I wrap my legs tightly around him before pulling myself back up and kissing him hotly.
I run my hands through his hair, moaning as I taste myself on his lips.
He's thrusting, ensuring to hit my spot with vigor each time as he sucks my tongue gently, knowing it drives me crazy.
My hands trail along his back, feeling his twitch indicating he's close to his own release.
Jay's hand pushes my straps down and pinches my nipple under my bra, sending me flying.
His last few thrusts are chaotic as he finds his own release, our bodies humming with excitement.
"God you're beautiful, Brooke Davis." His blue eyes are shining with honestly and love, awe clear as day.
"And you're so incredibly sexy, Jay Halstead."
I watch Jay with a raised eyebrow as I remove excess pillows from the bed and pull the duvet down.
He's just double-checked the secure apartment door, spoken with my doorman and now he's checking the balcony doors.
"Not worried, huh?" He doesn't meet my eyes as he busies his hands ensuring his gun is loaded and by the bed, not far from his reach.
"Just being cautious."
"Huh." I roll my eyes at him as I climb into bed, pumping moisturizer into my hand so I can spread it over my legs.
"What?"
"Nothing. Doesn't matter what I say anyway." I shrug at him indignant.
"What's that mean?" He fires back in anger.
"Like I said, nothing. You made that clear." He slams his bedside door shut in frustration.
"Did you have Nathan call me?" His arms are crossed, posture stiff as he stares down at me.
"Yep." I look up at Jay through my lashes, leveling him with a challenging stare.
"Why would you do that?"
"Because I needed reassurance you are okay, and you won't let me in." My hand motions to my chest.
"They don't need to know our business."
"Whatever Jay, they are like family and I've been stressing so I told Haley what's going on okay? I didn't release it was a big secret." My voice is rising, adding fuel to the tense exchange.
"It's not. I just…"
"What?"
"Why have Nate call me?" He shakes his head, almost as if he's trying to understand.
"You two seemed to have bonded, I thought maybe you could use a friend to talk to."
"A friend that would report back to you, you mean?" It's like a slap in the face.
"Look, you seemed worried but were pushing it down. Just like you seem to do with everything, but sorry – I'll try to stop caring." I throw my hands up in the air, tears of frustration begging to spill.
"Brooke – I'm fine, I-"
"I'm going to bed, turn off the light when you're done." I slide down under the cover and roll over, so Jay's staring at my back.
My eyes are closed, heart racing and a familiar ache in my chest as I wait for the bed to dip with his weight.
The room is silent and dark, our breathing filling the room but no words are spoken.
I finally drift off to sleep, nightmares plaguing my mind and heartache consuming me from the fight with the man I love.
"Victoria." I roll my eyes as my mother struts in the store, her critical eyes falling over the construction mess.
"Brooke."
"What are you doing here?" I jut a hip out; hand perched on there as I glare at her.
"Easy Brooke, I came to make peace." I raise an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Sure you did. And I know what a mothers love is like." I throw at her sarcastically.
"Brooke."
"I'm not in the mood today Victoria." My eyes close briefly, head shaking fiercely.
"The stress getting to you? The store is… cute." I slam my folder down, clicking the pen violently.
"Nope." I pop the 'p' knowing residual anger is lingering from the other week but mostly fueled by anger at myself.
Dread sits in my belly as I remember the feeling of waking up alone this morning, the sting in my eyes as I refused to let tears fall, knowing Jay broke his promise of waking me up every morning.
"Look honey," I scoff at the use of the name.
"I've come to support you."
"What?" I raise an eyebrow in disbelief.
"You want to make it work here, you love this boy. While I certainly don't agree… I'm going to do what I can to help you." She trips over the word 'love', it almost catching in her throat.
"Really?" I'm more skeptical than harsh now.
"Well someone has to make sure the company doesn't crash and burn during your little… sabbatical." I roll my eyes again.
"Now, what can I do?" She holds her hands out, palms up.
"Well, I actually wanted to do this by myself." I shrug gently at her, waiting for the Victoria I know to rear her ugly head.
"You would be. I won't take charge, I'll follow orders."
Once again I raise an eyebrow in disbelief, trying to ascertain her hidden agenda.
"Fine, but only because I have much more important things going on right now." I place a hand to my forehead, trying to rub the stress away.
"More important than the company? Impossible."
"It's Jay, so yes it's more important." She purses her lips together, trying hard not to disagree with me.
"What happened?" She finally asks.
"We got into a fight, it was stupid." I curse at myself, part of me wondering why I'm giving her more ammunition against Jay and my relocation to Chicago.
"Then what are you still doing here?"
"What?" I snap, hurt she would suggest I pack up and move back to New York over a fight.
"Here the store Brooke, not Chicago." She rolls her eyes at me; I mutter a soft 'oh'.
"You're making everyone miserable Brooke."
"You'd know all about that, wouldn't you?" I throw back with bitterness; she smirks in reply.
"Go and see him. Give me the list and go." She takes the list from me before ushering me from the store.
"What the hell just happened?" I whisper into the busy street, blinking confused before rushing to my car.
"Hey Trudy, how are you?" I smile up at her, sliding a coffee across the desk.
"You're a gem." I send her a wink as she comes around to walk me up to intelligence.
Jay's the first one to notice me; his arms are crossed showing off his biceps as he stands by the white board briefing everyone.
He reaches out and turns the board around, shielding me from the horrors.
"Hey." My whisper is quiet and directed at everyone, however my stare is only on Jay.
"Hey." The unit shifts their eyes between us briefly; possibly already aware something was up from Jay's mood today.
Jay nods towards the break room and I follow, my heels clicking on the floor.
Hank's hand finds my arm on the way past; he leans in to offer a comforting whisper.
"Hang in there, we've got his back."
"Thanks." My smile is more of a grimace as I join Jay in the break room, inhaling his scent as he brushes by me to shut the door.
"I brought you some coffee and lunch." I shrug and he takes it form me, a hint of a smile on his kind face before he places it on the table.
"Thank you… what are you doing here Brooke?"
"We went to bed mad, I don't want that. Ever." I'm quiet, fearful of another fight.
"Me either. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped. I know you're worried and I wasn't helping matters." He steps closer, his hands resting on my arms softly.
"It's okay, you're going through something. But I just wish you would let me in." My palm rests over his beating heart.
"It's hard." I nod at him.
"You didn't wake me up this morning." My eyes meet his, hurt shining clearly through.
"I'm sorry, I thought you needed space."
"What I need is for you to keep your promise. Please." I'm pleading with him, hazel eyes shining.
"Forever."
"Okay… I'm sorry too." Jay cups my cheek softly before he brings his lips down to mine.
"I love you."
"I love you too Jay." He kisses me again, bringing my body close and slipping his tongue in my warm and waiting mouth.
Jay POV
Following my routine over the last few weeks, I scan my surroundings as I exit the precinct.
My eyes are looking for any sign of danger or threat, anything out of the ordinary as I dial Brooke's number.
I sigh when it reaches her voicemail.
"Hey baby. Just leaving work now, call me back if you need anything from the store. Love you." I get in the car before starting the engine and pulling out into the street.
I take a different route from the night before, eyes glued to my mirrors looking for a sign of a tail.
I circle the block a few times, looking for a familiar car staying with me. Finally I sigh in relief and head towards our apartment.
My keys slide easily into the lock before I push the door open, immediately feeling my instincts kick in.
I listen to my gut screaming at me, alerting me to the fact something's wrong, my eyes scan the dark apartment as I reach a hand to rest over my gun.
"Brooke?" My tone has a hint of desperation in it, the forced calm not able to conceal it.
I pull the gun out as I slowly walk into the apartment, and round the corner into the living area, bracing myself for what I might see.
Fear grips my chest when I see Brooke tied up to a dining room chair, duct tape over her mouth and tears streaming down her pale cheeks.
"Brooke." Her eyes are full of terror as she sobs through the duct tape, her breathing jagged with just her nose accessible for breathing in needed air.
My body demands a reaction, but it protests the second my eyes land on the man behind Brooke.
There's a knife pressed against her throat, my body is frozen, knowing a single wrong move and she could disappear right before my eyes.
A/N: I'm getting good at cliffhangers! hahaha
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