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...Chapter Twenty-One...
...Anything but ordinary...
A knock sounded at the door drawing the attention of the two adults seated on the floor.
"I'll get it," Becca said standing and moving to open the door. "Hi Paige, come in." Stepping aside she allowed the youngest Charmed sister to enter her home.
"Hey Becca, has he given you any trouble today?" she asked walking over to her small nephew who had instantly held his hands up wanting her to lift him. Complying to his wishes she lifted him into her arms.
"No, not at all. He's been a perfect little gentleman," Becca told her walking over pulling a silly face for Wyatt's amusement, "So I guess you're here to take him home then?" she asked looking to the witchlighter beside her.
Paige gave a slight nod, "Yeah, Piper asked me to watch him so you could enjoy the rest of your day off."
"But I don't mind watching him. I didn't have anything else planned anyways," she shrugged walking around gathering up the toys putting them into his bag.
"Maybe, but honey..Piper's right. You work yourself too much. You need some time off," she said bouncing her nephew on her hip, "You're still young you should go out and have fun."
Chris stood from the floor stretching out his back thinking, 'It's like deja vu'.
Paige paused for a moment, "Whoa...deja vu." Her gaze traveled to the young whitelighter across from them for a moment.
Shaking her head, "Did you and Piper ever think that for me fun doesn't involve going out? I'm the type that prefers to curl up on the couch with a good book," she smiled gathering the rest of Wyatt's things.
Her gaze went back to the girl, "Oh come on, there's got to be a wild side to you. There has to be a part of you that likes to party," Paige encouraged, "You could go clubbing, dance..find you a nice guy and bring him back here..."
Immediately Chris turned to his youngest aunt and glared at her, though the young woman didn't notice the expression.
With a light laugh Becca turned handing her the baby bag, "I'm sorry, but no. I mean well, yeah I have a small wild side but it defnitely doesn't involve bringing a strange guy I met at a club back to my house. Even my wild side is reasonable and tamed. Sure I might dance with a guy and talk, but nothing more. Especially not on the first date," she smiled.
Hearing this Chris' gaze softened and a slight smirk came to his lips. He turned settling himself on the chair in the corner.
Paige studied her a moment, "Honey, you are far to innocent. By your age I.."
"Was doing things that shouldn't be discussed in the presence of a minor," Becca broke in gesturing to Wyatt, "He understands more than you realize." She shrugs, "And so what if I'm innocent," smiles, "that's not a bad thing. Is it Chris?" She turns her gaze to him.
Paige also looked in the direction of the whitelighter sitting in the chair. Her brows creasing slightly, vaguely wondering why he was there in the first place.
Giving a shrug, "No, I wouldn't say it's a bad thing. I think it's kinda cool, not many girls these days have as strong of morals as you do. It's very refreshing."
The youngest sister raised her brow in question, surprised by his answer. She couldn't believe Chris actually thought like that. She was sure he'd be the player type, shrugging she turned her gaze to her baby nephew in her arms, 'Guess you can't judge a book buy it's cover'. "Alright honey, you ready to go home with Aunty Paige?" she asked the small boy.
Wyatt looked to Becca and waved smiling.
"Awe, he likes you," Paige exclaims somewhat surprised, "It's so weird he's normally never like this with new babysitters. I guess your innocence pays off. Thanks for watching him, Piper said she'd pay you for it when she gets home."
"I told her she doesn't have to pay me, I didn't mind watching him," Becca protested again.
"Ah, but honey the thing you gotta learn about Piper is that she is very stubborn, so I'd just take it," Paige suggested walking toward the door pulling it open, "You could always donate it to a good cause or something."
"Yeah, I guess," she nodded, 'Or I could put it toward buying new clothes for the needy whitelighter' she thought glancing toward Chris, 'he is her son after all.'
"Thanks again for watching him," Paige said standing in the doorway getting ready to leave, "I'll talk to you two later. Have a good rest of your day off. Chris make this girl do something, other than sit around the house reading books. Oh wait, look who I'm talking to..." she rolled her eyes and left, "you two have fun." closing the door behind her.
Once the door was shut completely Becca burst out laughing, "That's kinda funny."
Chris' brow rose, "Oh yeah, like you not bringing a guy home after the first date?" he asked bringing up their first encounter with him having carried her home.
"Hey! I didn't exactly have a choice that night, I was out of it and couldn't make it home alone," she protested walking toward him.
Getting to his feet he walked toward her closing the distance between them faster, "You still brought a strange guy home with you that night, or rather he brought you home."
With a smile she shook her head, "But you're wrong. He was no stranger and I most certainly wouldn't call that a date. Seeing as how I was hanging out with a friend talking and got drunk off my ass and you had to bring me home." She stopped a few feet from him.
"Hmm...so then would you be willing to do something tonight that would be considered as a first date?" he asked taking that final step.
"What do you have in mind?" she asked crossing her arms comfortably over her chest smiling up at him.
"Exactly as Paige suggested, I say we hit the club," he states placing his hands on her waist pulling her to him, "You're always working and never really get to enjoy the experience of P3 to the fullest. I say we go and have fun."
Taking a moment to think she nods, "Alright, lets do it. We both deserve some time off and maybe the girls will finally lay off of you about working to hard."
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P3 an hour and a half later,
"No seriously, that was the most embarrassing moment of my life," Becca exclaimed as Chris laughed at her story.
Taking a breath he looked at her, "You're honestly telling me that out of your entire life, you're most embarrassing moment was when you tripped over a wibble wobble after having drawn first to play the Nintendo game?"
Becca nodded honestly, "Yes, my grandmother always made us draw numbers to see who would play first and I'd drawn number one so I started jumping up and down excitedly and tripped over the blasted thing then fell into the seat. It was the worst day of my life!"
Chris laughed, "But you said you were only what...8 or 9? How can that be more embarrassing than anything else?"
"I don't know, it just was. When I got older I didn't really care about that sort of thing. I didn't really get embarrassed easily after that," she shrugged.
"Paige was right, you are too innocent," he said jokingly.
"Hey!" she smacked his arm, "There is nothing wrong with it, besides I'm not as innocent as you think. My friend Christina could vouch for me on that."
"Oh really now?" he asked raising a brow suggestively.
"Ugh! Not like that you pervert!" she smacked his arm again annoyed.
Chris grabbed her hands, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. You don't have to get so violent," he smiled. "I meant what I said earlier. I find you're innocence refreshing. You're not like other girls, and that's one of the things I love most about you. You don't try to fit in, you have your own style and way of doing things. You're smart, kind, beautiful, and damn good at what you do." giving her a knowing look.
Becca smiled sweetly, "Thank you..." a smirk appeared on across her features, "But you haven't really seen my work."
Lifting a brow in confusion Chris stared at her.
Getting to her feet Becca tugged on his hands, "Come on, I'll show you."
"Where are we going?" he asked still confused.
"To the dance floor silly. So you can see me work," she smiled pulling on his hands, "Now come on."
"Oh no! Not me, I don't dance," he protested.
"Oh please I don't believe that," she gave him a flat look.
"I'm serious," he stated settling back against the couch in the VIP area, "I can't dance."
"Then I'll show you, after all I am a professional dance instructor," she said pulling at his hands again, "Now lets go!" she demanded.
"Nope," he protested trying to get her to let go of his hands.
Letting out a low growl she pulled on his hands, "Come on...why would you suggest we come here if you weren't going to dance? You know my profession and you know I'd want to dance, now come on!"
'shit, she has a point there,' he thought though still not wanting to give in. He hated dancing always had, "I didn't think you'd want to dance. I meant we should come here and just hang out and talk," he tried.
"We can do all that while we dance, now get up. No matter what you spit out you're not getting out of it," she told him, "You're going to dance with me or I'll go find some random hot guy to dance with." she smirked.
Chris gave her a narrowed glare, "You wouldn't.."
"Oh I would if it meant making you jealous enough to get up and dance with me," she stated bluntly, "I told you I'm not as innocent as you guys think I am. I'm very manipulative."
"I can see that," he stated still trying to think of a way out of it.
Releasing a sigh, she stopped tugging on his hands though still holding them, and gave him a pleading look, "Please Chris, it'll be fun."
'Damn it, that's not fair,' he thought with a grimace.
A new tune played through the speakers of the club, the beat of it enticing her to start a playful dance, smiling as she stepped her way around like a child playing a game, "Come on, you know you want to..."
Chris couldn't help to smile at her child like attitude and slowly found himself giving in...
"And seriously, you don't have to worry about looking stupid, I know how to lead a dance without people realizing its really me. I'm a pro remember? So come on," she smiled encouragingly.
With a sigh he stood, "Alright, alright. I'll dance," he said with a defeated smile.
"YAY!" she said jumping up and down, "Lets go," taking hold of one hand and pulling him out onto the dance floor just a few feet away from the DJ. She signaled to him with a smile and he nodded.
Chris looked between the two, "What was that?" he asked.
Becca turned with a smile, "Nothing to worry about, I promise you. Now take this hand and place it here," she said moving his hand to her waist, "and then I put this hand here" fixing her hand in his and holding it up, "Then I place this hand here" placing her free hand on his shoulder, "Then we dance."
"But it's a fast tempo," he told her.
Seconds later the fast beat song changed to a slow melody, "Not anymore," she smirked.
"You're a sneaky little person," he said matching his steps with hers easily in the proper pattern.
"Told ya," she smiled with a shrug, "You're doing very well."
Chris shrugged with a smirk, "I know how to dance Becca."
"But you said you couldn't," she protested.
"Only b/c I don't like it. I've always hated dancing," he admitted.
She gave him a confused look, "But how could you hate dancing?"
"Bad school memories for me," he told her.
"Oh, well we can stop if you want," she stated sadly, enjoying their dance.
Shaking his head, he smiled, "It's ok...it's not that bad. Besides you enjoy it."
"You don't have to do this to please me you know," she told him with a frown, "If you hate it you shouldn't do it."
He gave her a reassuring smile, "Really Becca, it's fine. You were right, I shouldn't have suggested coming if I didn't expect to dance."
Offering a shrug, "If you're sure." she sighed a little sad.
Looking around to make sure they were well hidden from the prying eyes of the sisters at the bar, he used their joined hands to lift her chin to look at him before placing a soft kiss to her lips, "Cheer up, this is suppose to be our first date remember?" he whispered with a smile.
Becca lifted her gaze to meet his and smiled a little, "Alright, but as long as you're..." she was cut off by a quick peck on the lips.
"I'm sure...Now, do you want to know my most embarrassing moment?" he asked his smile fading slightly.
She nodded curiously.
"One year for Wy's birthday, he wanted to have a dance party. Well mom agreed to it she and the aunts planned and prepared for it. All his friends were invited his entire class showed up at the house. They moved everything in the sunroom and the living room to the side to make room for everyone. For a while I watched them all mingling and talking, but no one was dancing. I was pretty young at the time so I went and asked aunt phoebe to dance with me to try and get the others dancing..."
"That's cute," she smiled.
He nodded and continued, "Well she was busy so mom said that she would, which I didn't mind it was my mom. The song started and we were slow dancing, very much like you and I are right now.."
She frowned figuring where this was going, "let me guess, the guys in Wy's class made fun of you for dancing with your mom?" she asked.
Again he nodded, "at first I just ignored them, then Wy joined in calling me a 'mama's boy' which lead to a chant from everyone of his friends."
Becca frowned more, "I see, that would scar you, especially at a young age like that...and he being your big brother, you looking up to him and all..." she thought for a moment as they continued to sway to the slow music, "But you wanna know something?"
"Shoot," he said curious.
She smirked, "If they could see you now I bet you they wouldn't be calling you no mama's boy."
He smirked in return, "No, they'd be picking their jaws up off the floor after taking one look at the beautiful creature that's standing here in my arms right now."
At the compliment she blushed a deep red.
Chris stared at her a minute taking in her glowing cheeks.
Feeling his eyes on her she was glad when the tempo of the music picked back up and she had an excuse to change the subject and lead him into a fast paced, non-sleazy, dance.
Amused he merely laughed and let her lead him into a few other dances as time went on, until they were both red faced and out of breath from laughing. To which he took the time to pull her off the dance floor and back to their secluded nook, so that they could relax and catch their breath.
Flopping down on the soft couch, Becca panted slightly, "haha, you didn't do half bad out there."
Laughing in response he answered, "Only b/c I had a good teacher."
A few minutes passed in which the two are silent trying to get their breathing back under control.
"Hey you two," Piper says appearing out of the crowd standing before them.
"Oh hey Piper," Becca says greeting her boss, "What's up?"
Chris looked to the Eldest sister, dread filling him, knowing that something was about to ruin their night.
Taking a quick glance around she turned back to Becca, "Demon," she says quickly, "I need you to do me another favor. I know it's your night off and all but my sisters and I really have to take care of this. We wont be gone long, I promise. I just need you to watch the bar until I can get back, Curtis can handle most of the stuff."
Hearing the bartender's name sent chills up and down Becca's spine causing her to cringe slightly, "Alright, sure, that's not a problem."
"I really hate to keep asking favors of you on your day off, it makes me feel so guilty," the eldest sister expressed honestly.
"I know, but you gotta do what you gotta do. And you need a substitute while you kick some ass," she smiled, "I don't mind." 'I only hate that Curtis is the only other bartender on duty tonight...ugh, just kill me now!' she pleaded inwardly.
"Chris, I really hate to do this since you're actually doing as we asked for once! But I think we're going to need your help with this one," Piper told him.
'I knew it,' he sighed inwardly, "Alright, no problem. What are we dealing with?"
"We'll need to consult the book," she said.
With a nod he stood.
"Thank you so much for this Becca, I'll make it up to you I promise," Piper swore, "I'll give you two days off and hire more people to help out."
Becca laughed, "You don't have to do that Piper. I don't mind helping really. You guys go and I'll go sit at the bar until he needs my help with something."
"Thank you," Piper said again before leading the way back to the office, Phoebe following closely behind her sister.
Chris stayed back for a few, "I'm really sorry about this. I was hoping this wouldn't happen."
"It's alright Chris, it's a part of our lives. We can't control them," she smiled, "You go, I'll be here when you get back."
He frowned, "Be careful around him."
She smiled, "I will don't worry. just go."
With a nod he turned and followed after the sisters.
Releasing an annoyed sigh Becca made her way through the crowd to the bar taking a seat.
"Well what a surprise, I thought this was your night off?" Curtis asked moving around to talk with her.
"It is, I'm just sitting here until Piper gets back. She had an emergency at home and asked me to help out if it got to much for you," she retorted.
"Yeah, she mentioned that she had one come up. She didn't tell me that you would be helping me," he smiled.
Hiding her cringe, "Yes well, I'm only going to help you when you need it."
A few minutes passed, Curtis wiping out a glass. Becca sitting silently on her stool watching the dancing crowd.
"Hey could you watch the bar? I need to go back and get some more glasses," Curtis asked setting down the one he'd been cleaning.
"I guess," she said moving off her stool to walk around the bar as Curtis passed by her his hand rubbed against her thigh, sending him a glare he simply smiled.
"I'll be right back," he smiled walking out through the crowd to the back room.
Grinding her teeth together with a low growl she set to busying herself with wiping down the bar. 'I swear if that jerk touches me one more time I'm punching the hell out of him.' so lost in her murderous thoughts she didn't hear him come back and only realized it when a hand brushed against her rear. She waited until he set the glasses down on the counter then punched his arm glaring at him.
"What was that for?" he asked holding his now throbbing arm.
"You know what it was for," she snapped giving him a death glare.
At this he smiled, "Ah, you know you love it," he winked turning to set out the glasses.
"No I don't. I ha..." she was forced to break the sentence off as a customer came up ordering their drink. After fixing their order she went back around the bar to sit on the stool, sending death glares to the man behind it.
Time trickled by slowly as they waited for the sisters to come back. And the worst thing imaginable happened, the rush.
'Son of a...it figures it would come while they were gone,' Becca thought bitterly as she plastered a fake smile on her face for the demanding crowd ordering drink after drink. The smile was getting harder and harder to hold in place as every time Curtis passed her he'd brush against the lower part of her body. Until the crowd died down there was nothing she could, or rather would, do. Causing a scene was not her style.
Finally after what seemed like forever the crowd dispersed back out onto the floor. Immediately Becca turned to Curtis furiously she growled out, "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Reaching out he pulled her to him, "Well honey, I could be the man of your dreams."
Giving a quick shake of her head, "There is no way in hell you would ever gain that title," she spoke harshly pushing him away from her, "Now leave me the hell alone." With that she stalked through the bar opening and toward the back room to wait on the sisters.
Seeing the crowd was busy dancing and carrying on, Curtis asked one of the regulars to keep an eye on the bar long enough for him to go grab something. He set off following Becca, catching up to her he reached out a hand and grabbed her rear and then her arm pulling her into the back room.
"What the hell, let me go Curtis," she said punching him as hard as she could with her free arm sending him stumbling back away from her, "You sick bastard." With her new free hand she laid another swift punch to his chest. She turned to leave the room but he grabbed her hand spinning her around pinning her to the wall smirking at her. "Let me go! Now!" she ordered trying to struggle free.
Leaning in he whispered in her ear.
"Piss off!!" she spat back at him, earning a sick smile from the maniac before her.
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"Thanks for coming to help us Chris," Piper said as they appeared in the office.
"Don't mention it," he said opening the door and stepping out, immediately seeing Curtis grab Becca and then pull her through the door to the back room. 'Shit!' Without a word to Piper he sprinted to the store room.
Piper watched in confusion as he took off without a word. 'What's eating him?' she wondered. Shrugging she turned fixing the pile of papers on her desk.
Chris' gaze instantly landed on the pair, his eyes blazed furiously seeing the guy pinning Becca to the wall with a sick smile on his face. Storming over, he pushed the bartender away from her sending him stumbling to the side. Completeing a quick once over to make sure she was alright he turned his gaze to the bastard before him.
Caught off guard by the boys sudden appearance Curtis stared at him for a second, "What the hell? You shouldn't be back here kid," he spoke angrily.
"And you shouldn't touch her," Chris retorted angrily.
Stepping away from the wall she pulled at her shirt fixing it, unintentionally putting herself between the dueling men.
"Get out of here brat," Curtis spoke moveing forward placing his hand on Becca's shoulder, causing her to jump as he wrapped his arm around her waist.
Furious she struggled pulling at his hand trying to pry his arm away from her, "Get your hands off of me, damnit!" she demanded.
Taking a step forward, "You heard her, let her go." Chris warned.
"Or what? You gonna teach me a lesson?" the bartender mocked, wrapping his arm tighter.
Growling in frustration Becca slammed her foot down onto the mans foot, then threw her head back ramming it into his nose. Effectively causing him to release her, she turned facing him as he held a hand over his nose, "I warned you."
Chris crossed his arms smirking at the pained bartender.
With a glare he removed his hand from his face and spit out blood that had pooled into his mouth, "You little bitch!" without warning he stepped forward backhanding her across the cheek, splitting her lip then shoved her into a shelf housing a few extra glasses.
On impact a wave of pain coursed through her as the broken glass sliced her arm open as she fell. Her eyes flickered to her arm quickly then back in time to see Chris' fist slam into Curtis' face sending him stumbling back a few steps before tripping over his own feet and falling to the ground.
Man down, Chris turned kneeling next to her, helping her up taking in the injury. Giving her a worried look.
Becca smiled, "I'll be fine," she said standing with him.
"But you're..." he began.
"Look out!" she called eyes widening as Curtis launched himself at the whitelighters back. Shoving Chris aside she landed a kick to the mans chest, giving him a swift punch to the nose with her injured arm forcing him back. Pain shot through her arm, she tucked it to her chest gritting her teeth watching the creep closely.
Again Chris stepped forward pushing the guy to the ground, standing over him furious.
Having nothing else to do, Curtis lashed out sending a kick to Chris' shin bringing him to his knees, which he soon realized was a mistake as the boy grabbed his shirt in his fist and punched him repeatedly in the face.
"CHRIS! What the hell are you doing?" Piper yelled walking into the room to find the two fighting on the floor, not having witnessed the previous offenses.
Giving the bastard one final hit Chris stood leaving the man bloody and groaning in pain on the floor. Flexing his sore hand he turned to look at the eldest sister as she moved further into the room.
"What the hell happened in here? Why were you attacking my bartender?" she demanded.
With a shrug Chris turned moving to Becca's side looking her over.
A slight smile crossed her face at his worried expression, her gaze traveled to Piper, "He was defending me," she answered for him. Hissing as Chris placed his hand on her arm, "Curtis grabbed me, I retaliated and got hurt, so Chris stepped in."
Piper turned taking in the state to which Becca was in, a frown forming on her lips, "Curtis did what?" she asked wanting to make sure she'd heard correctly. Shifting her gaze to the bloody bartender on the floor.
Becca nodded, "Curtis grabbed me. He's been harassing me all night, making snide comments, touching me, and flirting with me. Its all on the security tapes." She winced and cringed as he touched her arm again.
"Sorry," he apologized softly giving her a sad look.
She offered him a smile, shaking her head dismissively, "Don't be." Her gaze moved to Piper watching her glare and mutter under her breath at the man on the floor.
Sighing the eldest sister walked over picking up the first aid kit, "Hey Chris, here," when he turned she tossed it to him, "take care of her while I call Darryl."
Chris nodded opening the first aid kit as he set it on the shelf next to them, taking out the things he would need to bandage the wound.
"You seem to know what you're doing," she smiled watching him.
Offering a small smirk, "I've had my fair share of dealing with this sort of thing."
"Maniac's attacking the ones you love?" she asked softly.
"Something like that," he answered, smiling a little at her. Turning his gaze to the cut he grimaced, then flicked his gaze back to hers, "I'm afraid this is going to hurt."
Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes, "Just do it," she instructed preparing herself for the pain. Keeping her eyes closed tight as he pulled shard after shard of glass from her arm.
Sure to work carefully Chris continued until the wound was clear of all glass before he bandaged it. Finished he placed his hand lightly on the bandage, running his fingers over the gauze.
Becca opened her eyes feeling the light pressure, she smiled, "Chris, I'll be fine. You don't have to worry."
He smiled with a small nod, "I know, I just hate seeing you hurt."
Giving him a sweet smile, "Dido, but it comes with who we are...so" shrugs "We'll just have to get use to it, I guess."
"Alright I called Darryl, he'll be here in a few minutes," the eldest announced walking back over to them, noticing the looks they were giving each other, she smiled slightly, "How are you feeling Becca?"
At the sound of her name she turned, "I'm doing alright," she glanced to Chris then back to Piper smiling, "So what's going to happen to that idiot on the floor?"
"Well he is definitely fired, that's for sure, and Darryl is coming to take him to the station," she explained, "He's also bringing an ambulance to check out that arm. I know Chris just took care of it but they'll want to double check it."
Knowing this Becca nodded, "Alright."
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fifteen minutes later,
"Piper?" Darryl's voice called from the hallway outside.
"In here," she called to him, still pacing the floor.
Walking into the room Darryl took in the mess, "You weren't joking. They really did do a number on your store room"
"No kidding," She nodded still pacing, "Becca I'm really sorry about all this," she spoke facing the young girl.
Becca looked to her in confusion, "What reason do you have for being sorry, Piper?"
"My bartender attacked you! I knew he was a flirt but I never would've guessed he'd go so far as to..." she broke off going back to her pacing.
"Don't worry about it. It's not like he really did any damage to me," she stated, causing everyone's eyes to focus in on her bandaged arm, "You know what I mean." she sighed.
"I still feel guilty. First I ruin your day off by asking you to babysit, then I interrupt your night of fun with a family emergency and now this!" she exclaimed pointing to the man sitting on the floor trying to get his nose to stop bleeding.
As the two talked Chris turned into his thoughts.
"You didn't ruin my day Piper. I had fun hanging out with little Wyatt, if you ever need a babysitter I'll gladly watch him for you, really I don't mind. The family emergency didn't bother me either, I have those myself sometimes and they're unavoidable, I understand that. Now that" she pointed to Curtis who was now talking to Darryl, "was his own doing. You had no way of knowing he would do anything. I don't blame you for any of it." she stated honestly giving her boss a reassuring smile.
"You know, this isn't the first attack he's made on her," Chris thought aloud drawing everyone's attention to him.
"What do you mean Chris?" Piper asked totally confused.
Becca looked at him, wondering the same.
His gaze traveled to her, "He was working here, alone, the night I had to help you home. He mixed your drink."
"So?" she asked still confused.
"Becca, you told me that when you drink you hardly even felt it. Yet you come here and have one drink and you're stumbling everywhere talking out of your head? Think about it, something had to be put in your drink besides alcohol," he explained.
"You mean like a date rape drug?" Darryl asked.
"Exactly," he nodded.
"Oh god! There's no telling how many more he's..." Piper exclaimed, "Oh god, I'm ruined."
Angry Becca stood and stalked over to the scum on the floor, kneeling down she grabbed the front of his shirt, "How many have you attacked?"
Worried, Chris walked over standing behind her.
Darryl and Piper merely watched from the distance.
Curtis turned his gaze to her, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose. He blinked once, saying nothing.
Narrowing her eyes she tightened her grip taking hold of his shirt in her other hand as well, "Tell me you sick bastard...how many?" Her eyes blazed furiously as she glared at the man.
"I'm not telling you anything, bitch!" he snapped spitting blood at her, turning his gaze to the inspector, "Are you going to let her do this? I want to file charges.."
"I'm sorry but you lost that right when you injured her," Darryl told him, though he was definitely not sorry.
"Tell me!" Becca demanded, "How many other women have you forced yourself on?"
Reaching forward Chris placed a hand on her shoulder, "Becca?" she only ignored him.
"Go to hell," he spat.
Lifting a brow at the man's choice of words smirking, "Oh trust me if I go you'll be going with me and I can gaurantee you that it won't be a pleasant trip for you," she promised, removing one hand from his shirt she grabbed his nose, "TELL ME DAMNIT! How many?" causing him to wither in pain.
"Becca," Piper called trying to get the girls attention, but Darryl placed a hand on her arm.
"She's nearly got him, let her be," he suggested.
With a nod Piper turned watching the scene, slightly in shock of how Becca was handling the interrigation.
"Ow, ow, ow...alright! Alright! None. None," he confessed.
Squeezing his nose harder blood poured from his nostrils, "How do I know you're not lying?" she demanded angrily.
"I swear! You were the only one, I never attacked anyone else, you can check the security tapes," he continued withering in pain, "Please just let me go."
'Sounds vaguely familiar,' Chris thought watching the man plead to be released, strange he actually felt pity for him, massaging her shoulder lightly, "Come on Becca, I think he's suffered enough. Let him go."
Hearing his soothing voice behind her, Becca calmed slightly and released the man's nose after giving it one final twist, causing everyone in the room to cringe in pain hearing the sickening crunch echo throughout the room. Smirking she stood, backing away to stand next to Chris, "You sick bastard, I hope you rot in your disgusting jail cell."
Stepping forward Darryl dragged the moaning and crying man up onto his feet, "Alright time to get you to the station." pulling his arms behind him cuffing him.
"You sick bastard," Becca spat as Darryl walked by with him heading outside.
Chris smirked, "I think he got you're point."
"I don't care, he's a sick bastard," she said glaring at the man.
Darryl chuckled, "There's an ambulance waiting outside to look at your arm...plus I'll need to talk to you before you leave"
Becca nodded, "Thanks Darryl."
With a nod he exited taking the criminal up to the awaiting squad car and deputy parked outside.
"Well, you really are something when you're angry," Piper stated walking over to the two.
Curious Chris furrowed his brows.
Tilting her head at the eldest sister, "Thanks...I think?" giving her an uncertain look.
Smiling, "No, no. In our line of work its definitely a good thing. So you're welcome," her gaze turned to focus outside the door for a moment.
Feeling a little guilty Becca spoke up, "I'm sorry you lost another bartender"
Slightly confused for a moment Piper turned looking at her, "Oh, don't worry about it. I'm sure we'll find someone else...if not it's just you and me..." sighs "but no worries for tonight, Phoebe can help me with the bar. You two get back to what you were doing," she smiled before walking out leaving them alone.
'I don't like that smile, she just gave,' Chris thought.
"Ugh, I guess we better head up and get this looked at and then talk to Darryl," Becca suggested gesturing to her bandaged arm, that was slowly gaining red stains, "I think I got it bleeding again when I..."
Chris interrupted her laughing, "I think you're right," he smiled, "You sure were brutal with that guy. You definitely know you're way around interrogating."
Offering a slight shrug and semi-innocent smile, "Ready?"
Gesturing to the door, "After you m'lady."
Releasing a small laugh Becca took hold of Chris' hand and lead the way out to meet Darryl and the EMT's awaiting her.
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Front entrance, P3
As soon as they exited the club an EMT walked over leading them to the ambulance, helping Becca up into the back.
Taking a seat on the gurney she turned allowing the female EMT take her arm.
"Who did this?" she asked as she started unwrapping the gauze.
"I did," Chris said from his spot on the floor of the ambulance.
She nodded, "And have you had medical training?"
"I took first aid," he answered.
"And it's a good thing you did," she said after looking over the exposed wounds, "there's no infection, you got to it in time," she smiled as way of compliment at him.
Chris smiled, "Thanks."
Looking down at her arm for the first time Becca grimaced, "Are any of these deep enough to need stitches?" she asked hoping she wouldn't have to go to the hospital. To her a few looked like they would need them.
The EMT shook her head, "No, these will be fine after a few days. You just need to keep it bandaged and cleaned, then once they've healed a bit you need to let them breath a little."
Becca nodded, with a slight smile, 'Thank goodness' she thought watching the EMT clean and rebandage her arm.
"Hey," said Darryl walking over watching the scene, "She going to make it?"
Giving him a nod, "Yeah, she'll be fine in a few days."
"That's great," turning to Becca, "So, can you tell me what happened?"
Still watching the EMT work, "Yeah, Piper left..." she began launching into the story of the events that had played out leading up until the point where Darryl had been called.
During the story Chris reached up taking hold of her free hand, fighting back the urge to track down the bastard and beat him some more for touching her.
Darryl jotted the last bit of the story down and nodded, "Alright, thanks...I think that's it."
Looking up from her freshly bandaged arm, "You're not going to ask if I want to press charges?" she asked, though she knew she really couldn't even if he had.
He shook his head, "No need, Piper is both for you and the damages he did to her club."
She nodded, "Oh, great" she smiled relieved climbing down out of the ambulance for them to leave.
Returning the smile, he nodded, "Do you need a ride home?"
Looking at Chris a moment she turned back and shook her head at Darryl, "No thanks. I think I'm going to stay a little while, then walk home." she smiled.
"Alright, you two have a good night," he turned to Chris, "make sure she gets home alright."
Chris nodded, "I will."
Becca waved to Darryl as he turned and left, watching as he backed out and pulled away from the club, smiling. Once he was out of sight she turned to Chris, "Can we go home now?"
"Sure," he said putting an arm around her shoulders, "Do you have everything you need?"
"No, my jacket is still down in the office..but I have others at the house so it's fine," she smiled slightly.
Turning he lead her to a dark alleyway next to the club, holding her close he orbed them back to her place. Appearing in the living room he pulled her to him holding her close, "I shouldn't have left with the sisters, I should've stayed with you...I'm sorry."
Slightly confused she pulled back a little looking at him, "It's not your fault Chris, the sisters needed you. If you'd stayed then you would've drawn attention..." she broke off as his lips met hers giving her a soft kiss, when he pulled away she gave him a weird look.
"I still feel guilty for leaving you with him," he told her.
She gave him a reassuring smile, "Well don't, b/c I don't blame you for it." Releasing a small yawn she covered her mouth a little.
Giving her a small smile, "You're tired, come on you need to sleep," with that he picked her up bridal style and orbed her upstairs to her bedroom.
Laughing lightly, "You're so lazy," she told him as he set her down on her bed, "What was wrong with walking up the stairs?"
Shrug, "Nothing, this way you get to bed faster," he smiled watching her remove her shoes.
Shaking her head a little at his logic.
Chris yawned slightly.
"Seems I'm not the only one who is tired," tossing her shoe over in the corner. Biting her lip a little remembering, "Right now I only have one bed...so either you can sleep with me or the couch downstairs."
He gave her a funny look, then realized, "Oh..." taking a seat next to her on the bed, "I'd say that decision is up to you."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, will you be uncomfortable if I slept up here?" he asked.
Becca took a minute to think, then shook her head, "Not really, I mean it wouldn't be the first time we shared a bed...there was at the warehouse, then last night..."
"But each of those times you had something different on your mind...so we didn't really..." he broke off as she interrupted.
"That's what I said..." she blurted out without realizing it, "I mean" she looked at him to find a weird look on his face, she smiled, "I don't mind sharing..." she finally decided, just going with it like the voice had told her to do in the first place.
"You're sure about this?" he asked slipping off his trainers.
She nodded, "Yeah" moving she crawled over onto her side of the bed and got under the covers, then patted the spot for him, "come on," she smiled.
With a shrug Chris crawled in next to her.
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San Fran 2025, Resistance Safe House
"I found some more, Christina" Tim said walking into her room with a pile of old books in his arms.
Releasing a sigh, "Tim, don't you think you're obsessing a little too much over this? Its been..." she broke off seeing the glare he was giving her.
"I know how long it's been since my cousin completely ignored my questions and disappeared on us...She didn't tell me anything so we have to figure it out for ourselves," he told her setting the stack of books on the table before her, taking a seat on the opposite end.
Heaving another sigh, Chi picked up another book flipping through, "We haven't found anything so far, maybe there's nothing to..."
"Don't even finish that, there has to be something...she's in the past she had to have done something that changed history," he told her.
"Tim, she went back to change..."
"I know!" he snapped tossing aside the book he had just finished skimming through.
Shaking her head Christina went back to reading, "She didn't have a choice in leaving, you can't stay mad at her forever," she looked up at him, "If she hadn't returned to her body she wouldn't have lived and she'd be lost to us forever, you know that."
Releasing a sigh of his own, "I know Christina..." he paused, "But I can't help it. She always use to tell me everything. She never hid anything from me, I'm worried about her," he looked up at Chi.
She offered him a slight smile, "I know you're worried, I am too...But you really have no right to be angry with her for not telling you, I mean you've been working with these guys for a while and you haven't told her."
"Only b/c I wanted to protect her!" he protested.
She nodded, "I know and that's the same reason she didn't tell you."
Slightly annoyed at her for pointing this out, he sighed, knowing she was right though, "You're right."
"I know I am," she smirked, "Now what do you say we get back to trying to find a way to reach her or at least something that'll tell us she's ok."
Tim smiled slightly and nodded going back to his books.
Silence filled the room, with the two of them working tirelessly. Reading book after book on the history of their once fair city and the history of the three magical sisters. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours.
Annoyed with one book Christina chunked it at the wall behind Tim's head, "This is useless! These books just don't have what we need."
Tim looked up from his book, "Calm down Christina, there has to be something in one of them."
"Well there isn't! I've read through" picking through the pile on the table tossing them in all directions, "all of these and there's nothing. Are you sure this is all that we can get our hands on? I'm sure the book store has more, if I could just..."
"You know you're not allowed to leave this place if you do Wyatt will find you..he hasn't stopped looking Christina," he reminded her.
Chi groaned in frustration, "I know, but I get sick of this place...I mean I'm grateful for their help and the safety and everything they've done for me, but I miss my place. I miss my friends at work and outside of work," she glared at him seeing him smirking, "and don't you dare make a snide comment on that." Past his head she saw the wall ripple like water, she sat up in her chair staring at the place.
Lifting a brow, "Christina? What are you staring at?" he turned glancing at the wall behind him, seeing nothing he looked back at her, "Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.
She pointed to the wall, "The...wa..wall...I just...it rippled." she told him still staring waiting for it to happen again, seeing it again, "see there..it did it again!" she pointed.
Tim turned looking at the wall, "It isn't doing anything Chi." he looked back at her even more worried that she was hallucinating.
Once again the wall rippled then a blue light filled the room.
Seeing the light Chi jumped up out of the chair with a gasp, "What the hell is going on?"
Tim jumped up from this seat and turned, staring in shock as a portal formed on the wall.
Chi turned to Tim, "Where the hell did that thing come from?"
Walking forward a little, surveying the portal, he shook his head, "I have no idea."
Phew, there it is. Hope it was to your liking. I struggled with it a bit at first then it all just sort of wrote it self, though there were times I had to stop and think, 'What woud happen next?' Bit annoying when you have to do that. Anyways..Thank you all for your kind reviews!
Thanks to:
Lizardmomma: haha, yeah when I first started thinking about this story I knew I had to put a scene like that in...with her and wy sleeping and chris coming in and all. For some reason I just had to do it. =] And thank you, things have gotten a little better, still trying to work things out.
Firepony16: Definitely, I loved that scene to that's why I had to make sure I had to add soemthing like it in my story. It just fit. =]
Dan: really? well I ALWAYS put in personal responses to all my reviewers at the end of every chapter. b/c really without you guys I'd have no reason to write and it's just easier to do it this way than to send out personal emails to everyone. =] yeah, there are definitely going to be a lot of chapters about these two. I'm definitely trying to keep my own ideas while throwing in bits and pieces from each episode through the story, trying to space it out properly. So that it follows the basic story line of the show. haha, yes definitely. B/c I'm very bad at not updating regularly...lol. And thanks, things are going a bit better.
BlackRosetheVampire: ^_^ I'm so glad you liked it. haha yeah it's going to be very interesting indeed. Definitely, I always thought that Chris would be a great father. He just has that quality, ya know? Despite him saying kids hate him. lol. you're more than welcome to push...I will definitely need it.
And thank you to those who read this story but did not review. It still means a lot to me.
~SJ