Harvey was a man on mission. Today was the Bar's charity ball and Bastiana Wolf would be his date. He was a man , and any man would notice a little fox of a women in his law firm and Harvey definitely noticed was difficult of course to not, she was teasing him whether intentional or not, the way she would walk the firm in her little skirt, her long legs on show or when she'd be lounging on the sofa with Jessica giggling away, the way she would put her fingers in her mouth if she got dip on them after eating Doritos. All the little shy smiles and the lip biting and giggling it was driving him completely insane.
Could she not see that he desperately wanted to push her up against the wall and just kiss her and touch her until she begged him to take her and he would right there in that hallway, or the bathroom or over his desk. Anywhere it didn't matter as long as she was under him moaning his name.
He smirked to himself. He knew he was using all his bravado in this, he was making her nervous in a good way he was driving her crazy.
But he knew she needed time and when she was ready she would be the one to make the move, he would be patient and he would drive her insane until that day came.
Even then he had to be sure she was ready for everything he had to give before he took her to his bed.
But he must knock out the competition.
Aaron Hotchner. That idiot thinks that have a shot with a woman like Bastiana Wolf but Harvey hate to admit that yesterday both of them, Bastiana and Hocth were to cosy with each other. Harvey bolted to his feet as he glared about the image of Bastiana Wolf receiving attention from another man.
Harvey couldn't help but facepalm.
He could not be jealous of him, after all he was Harvey Specter. Every man who saw him wanted to be him, and every woman wanted to love him.
It was just a game.
He will have Bastiana under him and then break her heart. He has the perfect plan, Bastiana will be his date at the ball , they will drink and dance and they will have sex and then Harvey will kick her out of his condo. It was almost the perfrct plan.
Almost.
He had just trick Bastiana be his date and had something that will hepl him.
Harvey tapped his shoe against the hard floor as he walked down the corridor of the law firm. This was a mission to silence and slaughter.
The man walks to the secretry of Bastiana and found himself standing in front of a woman's cubicle and Amy recognized him immediately and asked,''You are here to fight with her?''
''I just wants to talk!''Harvey raised his eyebrow.
Amy nodded and said, "I will call him and ask."
Harvey jumped up and asked, "What , you will not come in with me ? Maybe I want to kill her!''
Amy sighed and relented. ''I dont want to be the third wheel with you and my boss''
Harvey hackles raised instantly. "Oh yeah? Why's that?"
She chuckled humorlessly and caught the phone "She is angry with you 24/7. The rest of us have to start carrying knives to cut through the tension because it's so hard to get anything done with both of you involved, and in case you haven't noticed, she doesn't deal with othe men much without you."
It was painful sitting listening as Dana and Lola looked through different rails to find a dress for the girls to wear. Amy was assigned to shoes and Bastiana was searching for accessories. The worst part was they'd ask for his opinion. He was forced to come along since Dana had told Lola she'd buy the dressed; meaning Neal would.
The brunette took his hand and dragged him towards the dressing rooms. Dana went behind the curtain while he took a seat on the stool. Dana walked out in a pink dress with matching heels and Neal raised an eyebrow when she put her hands on her hips.
"So? What do you think?" She asked.
"Of what?" He asked.
"The dress." She crossed her arms.
Neal pursed his lips and tilted his head from side to side. Dana rolled her eyes as she went behind the curtain. "Why did I invite you?" She grumbled.
"I have the credit card." He smirked.
Dana would walk out in a different dress and each time Neal would shake his head. Currently she held two dressed against her body as she explained why she liked them both. Neal let out a loud sigh as he looked at the ceiling. Elena glared at him and he crossed his arms.
"You look beautiful in everything." He said. "I preferred the pink dress with the lace."
Dana patted his cheek, "Wasn't so hard, was it?" She went behind the curtain to change into her own clothes and Neal shook his head.
"Painfully hard." He told her.
"Crap." Dana muttered, smirking from behind the curtain. "Neal, get in here."
"You haven't changed your mind, have you?" He walked in and Dana was standing in her underwear in the pink heels she would be buying. "You're supposed to be shopping for dresses." He stated, looking at the price tag.
"Oh this isn't for the wedding." She put her hands on his shoulders. "This is for after the wedding." Neal put his hands on her hips and kissed her tenderly, the longer the kiss lasted the more lustful the kiss became.
Lola opened the curtain and quickly closed it after seeing them kissing against the mirror. "We're leaving." She told them. "For gods sake put clothes on."
Neal walked out and followed his future sister-in-law to the counter, holding the dress; the shoes, plus the lingerie Dana wanted. "I am wearing clothes, thank you."
He glanced over his shoulder at the dressing rooms, knowing Dana was naked until she got dressed. He smirked a little as he paid for the clothes. He couldn't wait for the wedding to be over.
From the other side of the man , Spencer Reid , Dominick Carisi with Amy arrive at the suit shop and she has them get dressed.
The suit for them both is a Joseph & Feiss black notch lapel suit. The undershirt for both is a basic white dress shirt, the cuff links are smoke/silver studs, the shoes are black round toes, with black socks. The only difference is Reid's has a Bella Lunis Lapis vest, which is a dark purple color, and the tie is Bella Lunis Lapis Euro, making the purple slightly lighter in the tie. While Carisi's is a Duet Ice Blue vest, the tie a Duet Ice Blue Faille Euro tie again making the tie slightly lighter than the vest.
" Wow Amy these are really nice " Carisi compliments as the tailor spins him around.
"Yeah I know and this is what I have for your brothers"she tells them pointing to the other suits as she looks at a sketch book
It is a BLACK By Vera Wang Gray Satin Edged Notch Lapel suit. The vest is a matching grey with a black tie, the shoes are black round toes, the cufflinks are white/silver studs, Mike and Neal have a four shades of blue pocket square, while Logan and Mike Dodds have a four shades of purple one.
"So what's the theme?"Carisi asks looking at himself in the mirror with a smirk.
"White and Black, to go with the blue and purple. White roses, white tent, white everything outside the tent as well. Also lots of glass. Inside the tent is going to be black, the cake, black orchids, chairs, tables, chandeliers, and other stuff"Amy shrugs and her phone buzzes. "I can't believe that I left your sister alone with Harvey Specter."
"She can take care of herself."Sonny explains.
" You pick a dress out yet?" Reid asks.
"I've got a dress code. Those there for Spencer wear purple colors and those there for Sonny wear blue"she grins and Sonny rolls his eyes.
" You have a lot of planning to do so I'll go shopping, send you photos of ones I think you'll like and you pick. I know your size " he bargains.
" Deal " she grins kissing his cheek. " So you two really do look handsome though " she smirks proud of her choices, she knew they'd look handsome in anything so she had to find something that would really make them look nice. The light blue vest made Carisi's eyes look electric, and the purple just looked really nice on Reid in general.
"What about venues?!"Carisi asks..
"I'm gonna get your sister, and Mike on it with me"Amy responds.
" Anything you need us for?" Carisi asks.
"Anything else you want?"Amy asks and when they shake their heads she claps her hands together and smiles, "perfect you two can go"she grins and turns back to her phone.
"We're your ride"Reid points out and she rolls her eyes.
"My boss has her own personal driver thank you very much"she reminds her boss's brother who rolls his eyes and goes to find his clothes. He and Reid change back and leave Amy to her planning.
"Home?"Reid asks.
"Unless you want to go dress shopping"Carisi offers and Reid snorts.
That morning Peter sat in his office, fiddling with photos of Keller. Its been a while after Keller found died and the Agent along with Diana and Jones and they got some photos of his last time he was alive.
The man was the only gold ticket of Neal to get alive of Pink Panther's case and continue his life. This it is the last case of Peter with Neal amd it was kind sad.
He sees Neal as a little brother too, and protects/looks out .Neal was the pain-in-the-backside little brother Peter never had.
The young man had someome to look after him. His sister, his wife, his brothers but Neal doesn't often talk about his family. Occasionally, he starts a sentence with when my sister, but then he seems to realize it and cuts himself off. The only time Peter reacted was the first, just in case Neal ever decides to finish the thought.
Peter used to think Neal had an unhappy childhood; why else would he have gone into crime, reinvented himself, and lie like breathing?
He doesn't believe Neal was abused. Possibly neglected. Neal never mentions his mother, adopted mother, grandmother, aunt, or any woman at all who might have had a hand in raising him. Not even his sister.
But he does mention his fanily omly when he wants to mention about the power they hold.
His thoughts cutt off when Neal walks into Peter's office whistling, flipping his hat in his hands, and he looks so happy, so young. Peter can't help smiling at him.
The smile he gets back is brilliant, one Peter's never seen before.
Neal went upstairs to his handler's office. "Good morning, Peter."
"Neal, close the door and take a seat." The FBI agent was sitting at his desk, and looked Neal right in the face."We found some photos of Keller before been died. Someone grabbed Keller out pf his house by force and throw him in a black car ,a camera from the street gave us the face pf the man who took Keller"
Neal looks a foto of a man who was tall and slender, with dark hair and a tan complexion. Neal realizes that the man was Bastiana's right-hand man , law adviser and security's chief Ace Moore.
On the heels of that initial reaction came Ace's personnel file, popping into his head courtesy of his photographic memory. The man had been hired 11 years ago. He had first come to New York as a military guard accompanying the priceless ancient artifacts that had been on display when Bastiana's former secretary had first met Bastiana's acquaintance. He had apparently liked New York enough to move back a few years later, accompanied by his younger cousin Sophia, the tiny sprite of a girl who'd been working in the law firm as associate for the past six uears. His sister former secretary'd given him an application for a position on the security team; he'd interviewed well with both Sonny and Neal and had the former secretary's recommendation on top of that, so Bastiana had approved the hire without ever meeting him.
The silence stretched out for a couple of seconds. Neal swallowed hard. His blue eyes showed no emotion even though he was in an inner turmoil. "I don't know him"
Peter rose an eyebrow at kid was lying, lying through his perfectly straight teeth. He was sure of it. He was incensed by it, but most of all, he was hurt by it. Neal hadn't directly lied to him before now, but today was definitely his debutante ball of direct lying and Peter was going to make damn sure, it didn't turn into a matter of habit.
Peter regarded him carefully, " Are you sure?" he asked softly.
Neal nodded."You think that I am so stupid to put my family in danger?!"
Peter just stared at him and shook his head, he knew that this was going to be difficult. It was obvious by the look in Neal's eyes.
Suddenly Neal blurted out ."They will kill us"
Peter turned and looked at Neal, shock clearly showing in his widening eyes.
"I try to protect them.."Neal voice faded off.
"They will not hurt them, I will protect them or we can put you away from that case"
"I'm not going to live my life in fear. I came here to do a job, and that is what I plan to do." Neal crossed his arms over his chest and glared.
"Let me help you."said Peter."You have to trust me"
Trust. What is the basic effect of this word? What does it mean? According to the dictionary, it means to have firm hope in someone, hope for the future.
"It's hard to trust when all you have from the past is evidence of why you shouldn't"said a voice in Neal's head and hated that the voice sounded like Bastiana.
"I swear to God Peter this better not get out to anyone, not Elizabeth or Mozzie, not even to June or Dana," Neal said as he shifted uncomfortably in front of the agent.
"You have my word Neal; no one is going to find out about this I promise," Peter said.
Neal stood up quickly and walked to the window and stared out of it as if he were looked into the past. He could see everything as if it were yesterday.
"Before Keller found dead he stalked Dana for days and one day….." His voice faded off.
"He talks her" Peter questioned even though he deep down knew the answer but just like his rule he never assumed anythining.
"I was so angry that day that I almost use a gun on him."Neal admitted, taking a deep breath."Wanting to protect Dana I spoke with my sister about Keller..."
Neal sighed he walked straight into that one. He looked up, and Peter was held out a glass of bourbon for him. He took the drink, he sat down on the chair
"It funny you know..."
Peter could hear the underlying tension in Neal's voice, knew the other man was afraid.
"My sister know about Pink Panther almost two months and yet we don't have a family meeting."
"And the man?"Peter continued to watch Tony closely, he made sure he could see when the younger man had enough.
"Ace Moore."Neal took a deep breath. "Head security and my sister's right hand."
"Your sister."He could see fear in Neal's eyes."You are telling me that Bastiana kil..."
Anger corrupted Neal's senses. The pain in his stomach was growing stronger, but he hardly felt it because the adrenaline caused by his own relentless fury at Peter's distrust overwhelmed his body. He would take advantage of it and use this energy to get home. Home: where he could lie in bed, take something to calm his stomach, and sleep to forget everything that had taken place this terrible week.
Neal's mouth tightened, his eyes narrowed. The flash of anger in those blue orbs made them shine. "My sister is a lot of things, but she isn't a killer."
Peter frowned, eyes turning to slits.
" What happened?"
"I don't know"Neal admitted."I was surprised just like you."
Peter stood, "He is died, Neal!" he returned in disbelief.
"We have to ask your sister"
"Don't even think about it."Neal yelled as he stormed out of Peter's office in a ex con stormed out of the White Collar division and punched the down arrow on the elevator; he needed to vent. When the elevator arrived Neal got in and punched the button for the lobby and rode down in silence. When he got to the lobby Neal walked out of the FBI office and hailed a cab and gave his address and waited as the cab took him home. Neal paid the driver when they arrived and he made his way up to his apartment before he slammed and locked the door. Going to his bed Neal dropped onto his bed and ignored his cell phone as it began to buzz in his pocket.
The glare of the afternoon sun filtered through the large windows, brightening the pale interior of the room and warming the man sitting at her desk. Working through a stack of papers before her was a dreary task and having problem with paper clips. Bastiana never thought that working as a lawyer and name-manager partner would provide her with such a detailed knowledge of the many unique ways one could bind two or more pieces of paper together. Part of her job was to write and deal with boring paperwork or reports, further complicated by the trouble of having to bend the truth here and there so as not to interfere with the secrets that shaped her life – be it those she desperately needed to keep for herself or the kind that she felt necessary to unlock
Absent-mindedly spinning her pen around her thumb, he was startled when the buzz of the telephone cut through the silence. Answering it with a push of a button, the woman asked, "Yes?"
A slight tremor could be detected as the voice on the other end announced, "Bastiana, Harvey Specter is here to see you."
Astounded, Bastiana was about to leave instructions to have her guest sent in when the door was unceremoniously flung open - her 'guest' had appeared, exhibiting an air of discontent and a look of boredom.
Unfazed by the rude intrusion; Bastiana leant back into her chair and grinned at the imposing figure that stood in the doorway. Tall and strikingly handsome, the man with piercing brown eyes exuded authority as much as he oozed sex appeal. Harvey Specter was undoubtedly eye candy with a massive fortune to boot and half the population in New York, regardless of age and gender, was swooning over this eligibleman.
She wasn't a fool. Just because she happened to think the man was sex on legs didn't mean she ignored his reputation. He was loyal only to those who were loyal to him. As fond of him as she was, she certainly couldn't count herself to be part of his lovers ;she looked out for herself first and foremost, before anyone else.
"Specter, what an unexpected pleasure," she quipped. It was indeed a surprise; Bastiana hadn't been expecting a visit from Harvey after she turned him down.
Typically a man of few words, Harvey made no reply as he walked toward Bastiana, his long strides made his movement seem effortless. Upon reaching the desk, he pulled out the chair that was tucked neatly beneath the desktop and gracefully sat down on it. Once comfortably adjusted on the seat, Harvey looked at the man opposite her.
With her legs crossed on top of each other, a pen balanced precariously between finger and thumb and a wide grin plastered across her finely-chiselled features, she still managed to look hauntingly majestic. Harvey inwardly groaned as his cool brown gaze met his rival's blue , the latter's were twinkling with merriment as it sadistically suggested promises of mischief galore and merciless teasing.
Noticing the uncomfortable silence that was becoming oppressive by the second, Bastiana attempted to dispel the awkwardness with the art of small talk.
"So what brings you here, Specter?" Bastiana asked flippantly, still twirling the pen in one hand. "If it's for the a new case," she gestured at the papers on her desk with the other, "I have give all my case to Travis''
Harvey's pose tensed at the comment and Bastiana was alerted to it, "…or was there something else?" she asked suspiciously.
Theman's dour expression confirmed Bastiana's suspicion though he tactfully remained silent.
"It's nothing," dismissed the woman. "I just wanted to clear my head so I went out for a walk… somehow I just ended here." Trying to avoid eye contact, the speaker idly surveyed the room.
"What! You walked all the way here?" asked Bastiana incredulously before breaking into a chuckle. ''You knwo how to walk? and I think that you only use your car''sprodded in a wicked manner.
"To impress women."he replied after a brief pause.
"Except me!"Bastiana smirks standing up and Harvey smirks back.
"I will take you"Harvey says and looks almost sheepish under Harvey's angry gaze.
I will take you
I will take you
I will take you
FLASHBACK
Absorbed in searching through the titles on the shelves in front of her, Bastiana didn't realize there was anyone else in the same aisle of the used bookstore until she backed into them.
Startled, she spun round, an apology dying on her lips as she looked into a pair of piercing black eyes.
Stepping back, Bastiana registered further details... salt and pepper hair in a cut that was as military as the man's bearing... a tall, broad shouldered frame under a black suit... and a strong, handsome face wearing a lop-sided half smile... oh, and those eyes... light black-brown, vivid and now showing an expression of cool, amused assessment.
"My bad."
The low gravelly voice completed a smokin' hot package that was making her hormones sit up and say hello.
"That's okay. No one's fault. These aisles are too narrow to see anything easily that isn't just at eye level. I nearly played leapfrog the other day with somebody crouched down to look on the bottom shelf. You can't avoid getting really friendly with your fellow customers in here."
Conscious she was babbling, but oh boy, that half smirk was breaking out again and she was finding it... and him... very distracting.
She saw his eyes rove over her face and pause at the necklace... one of her favourite black necklaces ones... and the tattoo on her neck before giving the rest of her outfit the once over. It was fairly restrained for her, a black jumper , dark pants and boots.
"Never yet managed to see the top shelves."
She smiled and glanced up to where he gestured, "Well, without any steps, you could always get someone to sit on your shoulders and shout the titles down."
Now the smile was a brief but startling grin that transformed his face, "Good plan. Gonna be nearby if I try it out?"
Like now?
The thought of getting her hands or any part of her anatomy in contact with any part of his was starting to look like a very good idea.
"I'll try and make sure I am," she returned his grin and gestured at the books he was holding... military history, something on sailing and a crossword book. "That's quite an eclectic mixture you've got there."
He didn't elaborate but pointed at her own bundle of books... one on the history of Japanese tattooing and a guidebook to DC. "Could say the same about those."
As well as the equally engrossing sight of his large hands and... oh my... long fingers.
"I've not been in the city long..." Bastiana explained, dragging her eyes back up to his. "Thought I'd play tourist for a bit, get my bearings and get to know the place a bit more.
Ya just moved here?"
"No,I am here for business" she said, a smile curving her lips, seeing his eyes drop to her mouth.
"I'm Bastiana by the way," the woman introduced as they sat on a table outside of the bookstore.
"Bruce." He added sugar into his tea, the blonde doing the same with his she stirred gently, Bruce mentioned, "You said that you are here for business. What are you?!"
"A lawyer"She took a forkful of cupcake pointedly, grinning as she put it in her mouth.
He froze for a minute and his s expression was a mixture of anger, petulance and rebellious as he answered angrily,"You are Bastiana freaking Wolf, Pegasus' lawyer."
"Yes"Bastiana admitted, digging in herself. "And you try to have sex with the enemy, you want to seduce me"
"It's working?"He chuckled and offered a smile to lighten the mood.
Bastiana nodded but offered no words. In fact she was wondering if pursuing anything further with this man would be a smart idea when her phone beeped. "Damn," she murmured, "I have to get going." Her meeting was what brought her there in the first place.
As he stood, Bruce snagged his hand. He smiled up at him as their eyes met. "Maybe we can go out to dinner. Have a proper date next time."
"Thanks but no"She put her hands on her hips and raised her chin.
"Is that a challenge?" he said, his voice quivering slightly.
"I do love a challenge," she said.
Bruce had to laugh at the woman's boldness of pursuit once more, a bright sound not heard often from his lips these days. "I will take you"
END FLASHBACK
"Bastiana." He said.
No response.
"Wolf." She said, thinking that would work.
Still nothing.
"Ross!" He said.
Harvey found himself backed against the couch with her hand on his throat, not pressing, just controlling him. He blushed and felt anxious about her close proximity and threatening behavior. Harvey stayed quiet and just looked into her eyes.
"Don't call me that."Bastiana warned very quietly.
"Okay…" Harvey said nervously.
"What you want from me, Specter?"She said in a low, threatening tone.
Bastiana's hand was still on Harvey's throat, and she could feel his pulse pounding.
"Charity's Ball"Harvey said frustratedly, feeling very conflicted.
He feels, rather than sees, the dark curve of Bastiana's eyebrow rising. "This shit again?!"
"Get out of my office"
Blood rushing all over the place, Harvey reaches out and curls his fingers around Bastiana's milky wrist. Half on fabric, half on skin, somehow like trying to contain the sea. "You're turning me down again? My dear, my self-esteem is in serious tatters here."
"I don't have time for your ego!." Bastiana answered, turning to Harvey.
"For the agent you had"Harvey said, turning his head toward her.
Jaw tightening, there was a flare of anger in Harvey's eyes. Stormy brown eyes snapped to her for an instant before Harvey's usual armor of indifference slipped back on his face.
"No, I haven't."She lied without a second thought.
And Bastiana couldn't help noticing the tightening of Harvey's face, the clenching of his jaw and the creasing of his brow.
"You were to cozy with him." Harvey exclaimed, looking at Bastiana with all the disbelief a man could muster.
"He is just a friend." Another lie slipped easily out.
And though a tiny smile stretched across his lips it never reached his eyes and his face gone even tighter. Bastiana didn't miss the unconscious jerk of his head, the stiffening of his back, either. "Why are you care ,anyway?!"
''What?!'' Harvey asked confused, his head snapping sharply up, eyes landing on Bastiaan's face.
''Carrreee.'' Bastiana drawled the word, aiming and falling miserably to keep her voice easy and slightly taunting.
"I don't care!"Harvey retorted, and though his voice was measured, when Bastiana darted another glance at him she was taken aback by his face. Which was pale and serious, and a vein was jumping on his face from the way he was biting the insides of his cheek.
"You care"Bastiana said, amusement lacing her tone.
She looked sidelong at him. With a small smile she realised that Harvey's angry glower and barbs were at odds with the gentleness and worry in his eyes.
''Don't be ridiculous Bastiana!'' Harvey scoffed, rolling his eyes. And though she could see Harvey's lips quivering with the urge to smile, he refrained from doing so and simply said with a regally arched brow."I am not fond of people touch my date!"
Bastiana's groan was genuine and pure as she leveled Harvey with an imploring glare. ''I am a master of competency in putting up with you.'' She growled back before turning ahead again."And I will not be your date.!"
And this time Harvey didn't make an effort to hide his satisfied, big smile at Bastiana's retort.
"You will be"Harvey seethed as he threw a file onto Bastiana's desk.
She opens the folder in her hand and begins arranging 8x10 color photos, headshots of a woman in her early forties. There are five photos in all. Bastiana leans over the desk and scrutinizes the photos, Bastiana's eyes narrow dangerously and she cannot help but sharply draw a breath after she looks at the last photo.
They looked one another for a moment.
"How did you get hold of those?"
Harvey raised an eyebrow. "I asked. Donna supplied. They're not locked files, and I was just… I was only trying to find your past, and then it turns out that you have a red marker and that… well. I was interested."
Bastiana's hand was trembling slightly. She clenched into a fist, every muscle in her body tense, and it would be alright. It would be alright.
"You killed somebody."
Always a good start. "Yes. I was high, and I was angry, and I lost control of my car. She died instantly. It haunts me every day, and I will remember and regret until the day I die. That's it. She died. She deserved better."
Harvey was utterly, painfully silent."
"Why the fuck you have this file?"She said calmly, though her voice broke a bit.
"I will publish it"he admitted softly, after a moment.
"What?"Bastiana said, voice a little bit louder, a little rougher, and all in all angry.
Her jaw tightened in an almost angry way, though he could tell it wasn't directed at him, and he shook her head reassuringly.
"Dont worry."He observed, keeping his tone light.
Impulsive yet deliberate, he reached out, knuckles brushing very softly across her cheek as his fingers swept her hair back over her shoulder.
She had stiffened slightly at his touch, head tilting down slightly in that almost-surprise. Her chin bumped against his hand for the briefest of seconds before she looked back up at him and leaned, somewhat unconsciously, into his space.
His grin widened when she met his gaze."You will be my date and this file will be gone"
"Why are you doing this Specter? Why do you want me?" She asked, not understanding his demand. He leaned towards her until his face was inches apart from hers. In reaction to his closeness, Bastiana moved as far back as she could, but there were only a few inches before she bumped into the back of the couch. He smirked and stared at her like a predator at his prey.
"Because." He said as his hand moved forward to caress her cheek. "There's nothing in the world I'd like to own more then you." Her eyes widened at his words, and he continued. "I can get anything I want. Cars, property, girls, anything, no matter what the price. But for some reason, people think I can't have you. I want to change that. And I will. Once you belong to me, I'll—." But he couldn't finish. A slap from the fiery girl had forced his jaw shut. Bastiana's eyes burnt with anger at his words.
"How dare you Specter?" She yelled as she got off the couch and glared at him. "How dare you think of me as an object?" Harvey stood up as well, massaging his aching jaw slightly. She sure could hit hard for a skinny woman.
"I'm not some thing you can own. I'm a flesh and blood person who has a mind." Then she looked away from him in disgust. "i have a gun with me!."
"You're really sick, do you know that?" he snapped at her, hiding his horror and terror behind fierceness.
"It has been often said about me," Bastiana said in a dismissive tone, although she was smirking as her feral gaze flicked."Given that reputation."
"Do it ,use it at me"Harvey's tone is silky, dangerous. He's far too confident.
Bastiana pushes away from the cabinet and focuses her icy blue gaze at the unfortunate male lawyer. "You want to say that again?" she says in a dangerous growl, her blue eyes menacing.
"You gonna kill me like this poor woman"
Bastiana could feel Harvey staring at her, but she didn't care.
Harvey spun on his heels in frustration, then turned back to Bastiana, moving quickly to stand incredibly close to her."I can understand now why Mike doesn't told me about you"Hb
Before she knew what had happened she slapped him. She inhaled a little waiting for him to yell at her. When Harvey didn't look back at her she exhaled and whispered."Get the hell out of my office."
"I don't take orders from you"Harvey barked at her and she glared at him, ready to kill him at the moment only for Travis to play peacemaker."
"Are you ok?"Travis asks Bastiana.
In some ways, Travis was closer to Bastiana than anyone, including herself. He knew how to handle Bastiana. He knew how to warm Bastiana up or nag her back when Bastiana was on the edge of self-doubt, hopelessness or sadness. He knew how to make Bastiana believe in herself, how to chase away the darkness and doubts in Bastiana, and how to make Bastiana laugh and smile. Her brothers have accepted it, because it has always been the way between these two, right from the start Travis became Bastiana's lawyer.
"I am fine"The woman says to her friend while Harvey looked over at Bastiana, trying to read her expression. He saw the inquisitive and demanding nature on her face like it had always been, but now there was an shadow of exhaustion, and Harvey felt it too.
Travis looks at Harvey staring down at him, his blue eyes cold. "What the fuck are you doing here, Specter?"
Harvey quirked an eyebrow."To see my favorite wolfy"
He wanted to turn around and punch Harvey, but he was frozen as he desperately tried to keep his shit together for Bastiana's sake.
"You don't belong here" Travis retorted through gritted teeth.
"I must agree with that"Harvey commented with an almost disgusted air.
An answering smile may have flickered on Travis' lips but it faded almost before it appeared. "We are team A after all"
A small smile played on Bastiana's lips at that and it only widened when she saw Harvey's scowl.
"What did you tell her ?" Travis demanded, though less harshly than before. Admittedly, his curiosity was piqued.
"Why should I tell you?" Harvey questioned, with a slightly teasing tone, seeming to enjoy this power play.
. "Because I asked nicely." Travis enunciated. He felt Harvey shudder slightly and heard his inhale sharply.
Suddenly Travis' threatening voice broke the tension in the room. "Specter! Get the fuck away from my law firm
Harvey muttered a curse under his breath before swinging round to confront their intruder. He didn't raise his tone but spoke matter-of-factly. "Bastiana and I are having a private conversation. Could you give us a moment?"
Ttavis' fists clenched at his side as his body practically shook with anger. The frightened look on Bastiana's face helped to fuel his rage and it was only because of her that he kept some sort of control. "No!" he responded with a fierce growl. "Now get out before I throw you out!"
Harvey stared at Travis down for a few more moments, turning on his heel and striding out of the room a few seconds later without waiting for a response. He couldn't and didn't resist slamming the door behind him as he left, hoping it would help to get the message across.
After Harvey had gone ,Travis looked at his boss who was stared at him from where she stood in the far corner of the room, arms folded over her chest as though she was trying to make herself look as small as possible.
"Hey." He kicked himself internally but couldn't think of anything else to say. She looked upset and angry and, l with her cheeks flushed and her eyes glittering. "You okay?"
"Do I look okay, Tanner?" She glared at him fiercely, moving her arms so her hands could rest on her hips.
"No, not really." He bit back a sigh and half-wished Amy was there to slap the back of his head. "I mean, you look great, but you're upset."
"Very perceptive of you." A little of her anger seemed to drain away and Bastiana let her arms fall to her sides, resting heavily against the back wall of the office.
Bastiana closed her eyes on a sigh and let her shoulders slump."Specter found out about Maria Axmet"
Travis frowned in confusion."What?"
She closed her eyes on a sigh and let her shoulders slump. "He blackmailed me using her for being his date at the Bar's ball"
"Is he stupid?"He almost slapped himself in the forehead and did allow a groan to escape.
She gazed at him for a few seconds, a smile playing on her lips that he couldn't decipher."I cannot understand why he wants me to be his date"
Bstiana lets out a long, grumpy sigh and purses her lips, lost in thought. Travis's eyes are drawn to the deep dimple creasing her right cheek. He wonders if Bastiana really knows how attractive she is. He mentally headslaps himself. Of course she knows. She's Bastiana.
Hotch strode into FBI one morning, a hint of a smile on his face as he arrived at the bullpen. Morgan, Prentiss and Garcia all looked up at him, so he hid the smile with a sip of his coffee. The hot liquid almost scalded his mouth, and the smile dropped right off his face. But the thought that had planted the smile on his face stayed, especially through the fact that they had no open cases, and it looked like it was going to be a slow day.
As he got up and strode down to see Rossi, Morgan got up and walked over to Emily's desk, bending down and saying quietly, "Is it just me, or did Hotch look extremely happy today?"
"He did," Prentiss said slowly, pondering the reason why.
"Wonder who the girl was," Morgan said thoughtfully, his mind straying to the proverbial gutter. Emily's hand slapping him across the face brought him back to the present, and he scowled at her, saying, "What was that for?"
"For picturing Hotch getting lucky with some bombshell," Emily hissed, just as Garcia walked over.
"What do you want, my dear Goodness?" Morgan questioned, his eyes narrowing at the woman.
"Just wondering why boss-man looks so happy today," She mused mused, and Emily scoffed, saying,
"Only Rossi will know"
Hotch smile just thinking Bastiana dances with him at the ball. Rossi was frowning, "Why are you so happy?"
Hotch sighed, "Can't I just be happy?"
"Er ... no." Rossi said honestly, and then frowned realizing that that had come out wrong. "Well that is not true, but the trouble is what makes you happy."
Hotch couldn't help but think that that hadn't really helped his friend's case. So he asked, "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" If Rossi was trying to backtrack he was doing a lousy job.
"I mean that Bastiana Wolf is inside and you're happy which means someone may die." Rossi said calmly.
"Fuck you."
Rossi feigned being angry, "Hey now! I'm just looking out for you."
Rossi said a few things under his breath and none of them were complimentary."I know that you are in love with her"
"Wha-What?!" Aaron spluttered out as he dropped the file in his hand in shock.
"Oh don't play dumb with me." Dave smirked. "We both know you have the H-O-T-S for a certain lawyer. So, as I said, when's it going to happen?"
"Don't be stupid, Dave. There is nothing going on between Bastiana and I. Besides even if I did want something to happen, she is Reid's sister " Aaron retorted.
"Ahh. So you're not denying that you have feelings for her. I've been watching you two for a while and it's obvious she reciprocates."
"Dammit Dave." Aaron crossed his arms and looked out into the empty bullpen. "Ok! Yes! I have feelings for her. I think I am in love with her but I... I just don't know what to do. I was with Haley for so long, and whilst I loved her, it's just not the same. There's just something different about Bastiana and because she asked me to be her date at the Bar's ball doesn't mean thqt she reciprocates."
"She asked you on a date, my friend." Dave said flatly.
Aaron rolled his eyes and shook his head.
The quiet rumble of his phone pulled Aaron away from his musing and he couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips when he saw it was Bastiana.
"Bastiana," he greeted quickly."What can I do for you?"
"I call you to see thay you didn't forget our date tonight"
"I couldn't never do that"
Bastiana laughs.
"Don't come to pick me up. I have something to do and I will meet you at the Plaza"
Aaron frowned at the phone. He didn't like the sound of that at all.
"Is everything okay?"
"No," Bastiana said, her voice harsh and on edge. "No it's really not."
Aaron looked up at Emily, his frown creasing his face even further.
"I have to go"he replied before stabbing at the end button on his phone.
"What was that about?" Emily asked.
"I have no idea. You heard as much as I did,"
"That's not what I'm talking about." Emily was smiling at him in a way that instantly made Aaron nervous. "I'm talking about that smile you got when you saw who was calling."
Aaron scoffed despite the fact that he knew his face was slowly turning bright red, giving him away for sure. He took a second to wonder who else on the team knew. If Prentiss had caught on, he was sure at least Rossi would know as well.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, trying to intimidate her with a harsh scowl.
"Sure," she drawled as she turned and walked away, making Aaron wonder, not for the first time, if it was time for a new team. This one was getting to know him just a little bit too well.
The man walked back to his office to grab some files , thinking about Bastiana.
Whenever Hotch looked at Bastiana he would see beyond the different walls that Bastiana had built for herself. Beyond the stone cold resting face, beyond the sassy comebacks, beyond the anger. And he would see a woman who cares for hee siblings . A woman who has been through the mud over and over again. A woman who's trust for new people is close to non existent. A woman who,.. A woman who he loves. Yes. Aaron Hotchner in love with Bastiana Wolf.
Aaron noticed the way Bastiana's golden brown luciously wavy locks would fall in front of her face. How she would constantly tuck one side behind her ear. Bastiana honey colored expressive eyes. Her long lean fingers wrapping themselves around her coffee mug. How she would smile and laugh along with something one of the others would say.
The way she walked, her long lean body, her tight pants or skirt showing off a perfect ass. The way she wore her pride on the front of people..
Ahhmm." Dave cleared his throat as Aaron jumped, blushing hard.
"Don't think I need anymore proof, hey?" Dave smirked.
"Haven't you got paperwork to finalize before our Holiday's, Dave?" Aaron said all flustered as he tried to put on his stoic facade.
"I should say the same thing about you." Dave tried to suppress a smile but failed. "You're lucky it's me who walked in and not Strauss or any of the others."
Dave put a bunch of files in Aaron's inbox for him to check and sign off.
"By the way, Aaron, I'd take care of that... uhh... problem, before anyone else notices."
Aaron gasped and looked down.
"Fuck! Out! Now, Dave!"
Dave laughed as he walked out of Aaron's office.
'Shit shit shit shit shit! What do I do? Oh God, trust Dave to notice! Dammit!'
"Liv, I am happy for you," Barba assured his best friend for what was probably the fifth time.
"Are you?" She confirmed.
"Yes, womam, I am. I am glad that you've found the woman that you deserve."
Barba and Olivia were walking toward SVU's building after their lunch with Jessica. Barba had meet the woman who stole Captain Benson's heart and found himself scared and fascinated at the same time.
Okay, I'm glad, I just was worried that my date would remind you that you're still single with no prospects at an age where many people are celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary."
Barba, who had been washing a cup at the sink, turned around slowly and fixed Olivia with a glare.
"I wasn't reminded of that, but thanks Liv, thanks a lot."
Olivia winced. "Well, you can't blame me for worrying. When I told you that Jessica and I were dated, you told me to 'stop being a selfish little asshole' and to let you 'mourn your once fruitful love life in peace'."
"That was then," Barba refuted. "I've grown up and accepted my fate since."
Olivia raised an eyebrow at him. "That was six months ago. Also, yesterday you commented 'stop rubbing your perfect fucking love life in my single face' on my Facebook post about how we're excited about the ball, so I apologize if I find that difficult to believe."
"It's your fault for posting about it. What was I supposed to do? Like it and go on my merry way, forgetting about how pathetic my life is?"
"Yes," Olivia replied tiredly. "Also, your life really isn't pathetic. You're the Special Victims Unit's ADA, that's a pretty big accomplishment."
"Well, you're the Captain of the Manhattan Special Victims Unit and you're dating to a tall public defender, so I think you win," Barba refuted.
"I feel like Jess has told you to stop calling her that."
"I like it and I'm not calling her Jess," Barba refuted firmly.
"You could just call him Pearson," Olivia suggested.
"I could also do drugs, just because I can do something, doesn't mean that I will."
"Have you been told that you are a joy to be around?"
"Frequently," Barba replied, looking entirely too satisfied with himself.
"I am having spa with Bastiana, Dana and Rita in two hours for the Ball. At the office will be only Amanda if you need something about a case as Fin , Dodds and Carisi will be at the ball." Olivia started, breaking off when Barba just gave her a look.
Barba's expression twisted slightly. "Of course they will be," he murmured, something bitter creeping into his tone.
Olivia sighed. "Rafa—" she started, and Barba just waved a dismissive hand.
"It's fine," he said, giving her a tight sighed again. "Don't do this," she warned, taking a sip of coffee.
"Do what?" Barba asked innocently, and it was Olivia's turn to answer him with just a look. "I told you, it's fine."He picked up his cup of coffe but didn't take a drink from it, just swirling the amber liquid."Do you know what Caen told me when I ordered her to call Carisi?"
"What?" Olivia asked warily, clearly not trusting the abrupt change in topic.
"They arr not available right now because they making out at the roof pf the building."
Olivia sighed. "Rafa—"
"How the fuck give them the promission to do that. I..I-Iiii."Barba tried to say, but he felt like his tongue was heavy and his brain was dead.
"Rafael," she said firmly, feeling a little bit too much like she was about to talk Noah down from one of his wilder fantasies and wondering what it said about her best friend that talking to him was sometimes like talking to her 7-year-old,"You have to move on.."
"I don't want to"Barba muttered mutinously."Maybe I have a chance.."
Olivia's patience ran out. "You're freaking kidding me," she said, somewhat sourly."Look at them."
Barba followed the finger of Olivia to find Carisi, and of course Dodds, were now walking with a woman between them, instead of directly next to each other. They were all laughing and chatting away in Italian although not dazzled enough not to see the look of pure love and devotion husband and husband exchanged…
Dodds ,Carisi and Lola enter in Dorisi's condo and find Logan ,Mike, Reid and Neal entertaining themselves.
"Red."
"Fuck me."
"Uno, bitch!"
There was a collection of groans as Mike slapped down a red two card. From the couch, Dana rolled his eyes, "Mike, , I think you're a little into that game."
"Whatever."
"I can't... I can't go on like this...", Reid sighed.
"Never have I thought Doctor Spencer would feel defeated at a card game.", Dodds teased.
"This is no ordinary card game. This is Uno! That's on the list with Monopoly, Mario Kart and Poker."
"What the hell did I walk into?"
The group watched as Lola came through the door, circling around them before taking her seat next to her fiance. The two shared a quick kiss in greeting. "Please tell me there isn't going to be any bloodshed in the next few seconds."
"We're playing Uno. Of course, there will be.", Reis chuckled, shifting the infant in her arms so she was resting on his chest.
Neal looked up from the the cards that his family and he were playing with, his gaze wandering over to his twin sister.
Bastiaan was sitting on the couch with the newspaper, and he could spot her glaring at him over the brim of her glasses from time to time.
It made him feel uncomfortable; he hated it when she was mad, but what really unsettled him was that he had no idea why she was angry. He knew that it could be dangerous to have Bastiana's wrath against him or someone– thought he himself probably wasn't any better either – and he guessed that he had to take the risk and investigate what was going on with her today.
"You're really quiet today, sis," he stated after thinking for a few moments, trying to sound casual and a little bit concerned.
Bastiana cocked an eyebrow and just stared at him for a long moment, then she replied: "Nobody plans murder out loud."
"What?"
He couldn't keep himself from gasping; her expression was full of hurt and he still had no idea why. Betrayal swung in her voice as she growled:"It's nothing. Just problems at work."
"Uno out. I win.", Logan smirked.
Within a split moment, Mike found himself with a lap full of Logan, arms around his neck and warm lips against his own. He instantly placed his hands on the small of the other's back, moaning his delight from the kiss, even if it didn't last long.
"Okay, that just earned you something special later."
And he already had that 'something' planned.
"I missed you earlier. Where did you go?" Logan shifted so he could sit beside his fiance, but Mike kept him in his lap.
"I just had to get some things done. Don't worry. I'll let you know soon enough."
"You better."
"Ugh, I swear you two are worse than Dana and me.", Neal sassed, settling himself on his own beau's lap. "And we're married." The blond grinned even wider when he caught the warning glare his brother shot him.
"Except when it comes to law practice. No one can beat you there. .", Lola stated from the nearby kitchen.
"What can I say? I like the prizes I get after winning.", Mike retorted, kissing Logan on the back of his neck.
"But you're a damn baby at Uno.", Lola remarked.
"Fuck you."
"No thank you, Logan. Mickey Mouse wouldn't appreciate that."
"Lola, with me and Dana. We're going for spa I don't trust you to stay here.", Bastiana demanded in that big brotherly tone.
"But I didn't do anything!"
Neal's mouth dropped when she and Dana walked into the foyer of the Plaza. There were lights wrapped along the rails of the double staircase, the floor was polished so much he could see the reflection of his black shoes in them. Flower decorations were stylishly placed, waiters dressed in customary attire offering delicate glasses of champagne to the awed guests. A quartet of violinists playing at a leisurely pace in the corner.
By unspoken agreement the two wound up by the bar. Neal downed his glass of champagne and was reaching for another one when someone reached out and grabbed his arm.
"You might want to re-consider that drink. The last thing we need is for you to be drunk and Bastiana be mad at it"
I'm not getting drunk," he downed the glass and set it on the table immediately reaching for another, "but I need something to get me through this. I'll be with Sonny the whole time."
"The drunk protecting the drunk. You two never cease to amaze me," Mike sighed, rolling his eyes and reaching for a glass himself, gulping it down quickly.
''For the love of god''Dana said walking toward them. She wore a strapless dress which was maroon and black in colour, the bodice hugged her curves, a scarlet ribbon was tied directly under her breasts and a flower in black and maroon sat directly on the seam of the bodice and skirt, the skirt was covered in black lace and was ruffled as it spread toward the bottom. She wore black 2" stilettos. Her brown hair was curled and reached just to were her dress began, her eye shadow was glittery black and her eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner and her lips had a dark red are here to have fun.''
''You look beautiful sister''said Mike kissing her cheek.
"Did you expect something else, Brother?"Dana asked and Neal laughed.
Logan ,Sonny and Michael walk toward them all wearing shiny black tux, their hair was combed back neatly and their face was neat and smooth-shaven.
"Hello, little sister." Said Sonny with a smile. DDanara made a little jump and looked at him with surprise. Then her lips extended in a huge grin.
"Brother!" She let go of Neal' s hand and threw herself at Sonny. He laughed and hugged her too. "How are you?" She asked and pulled away. His eyes started glowing with excitement.
''I can not see the reason to be here''said Logan with awe in his voice, clutching Mike's hand gently.
"I agree!" Dodds beamed.
Carisi gave him a dirty look before sipping his drink,''Your father said that he wants to show off his son-in-law''
Neal laughed and finished his third glass. Dana smirked, ''The other will be jealous, after all Sonny is a lawyer and a detective''
Carisi grinned while placing his glass on the table, grabbing the full one next to it, "That is very true."
''You are a gold ticket, Sonny''
The small group turned aroud to see Jessica and Olivia walking toward them with a big smile over their faces. The lawyer wore a red dress beaded with white glittery almost silver beads. The dress was a halter neck dress and the material split to reveal a bit of cleavage before coming together again at a cross which disappeared around the back. The skirt was simply left to flow down and split at her thigh. Most of the dress was beautifully beaded. She wore silver 2" heels with it, her light brown hair was collected, just the front strands, to tie loosely behind her head, her eye shadow was skin toned and her lips were a gentle pink. While Olivia wore a light brown, strapless dress. The dress had delicate folds until it reached her hip were on side dipped down continuing the gentle folds until that too flowed out into a gentle plain. Her hair was pinned up in loose curls and her eyes were smoky, her cheeks a light blush and her lips a glossy pink. She wore matching 2" heels.
''Miss Pearson''said Mike walks toward them.''You look beautiful tonight''
''I have to agree''Carisi grinned.''Captain , you almost made me wish to been straight just for you''
Both of the brothers laugh as their bosses were readdy to blush right to the roots of their hair.
"Where..."
Jessica was cut off by Reid curse.
"What the fuck is this?"he hissed, eyes wide with shock.
Jessica, Olivia, Logam, Mike, Dana,Dodds, Carisi and Neal widely look at their shocked brother. They follow his sight and almost had a heart attack.
"What the hell?!"
"Why?!"
"What magic is this!" At that outburst, everyone turned to Mike, who shrugged. They turned back to the sight in front of them.
Bastiana Wolf and Aaron Hotchner stood in front of the door of Plaza. The agent wore a black tuxedo while Bastiana was dress to kill.
She wore a white, strapless dress. The v of her cleavage a simple lace then spread into the subtle folds of the bodice, a maroon ribbon was wrapped, like a belt, around her hips, the two white designs acted as loop holes, the skirt of the dress was simply the material hugging her legs until it reached the end. She wore white 2" heels with it. Her blonde hair was tied in a loose bun the gentle curls of her hair were beautiful around the bun, her eye shadow was also a gentle skin tone, her eyes were rimmed in black and her lips glistened in a light red.
Both of them slowly started walking towards the stairs. They were almost there and Bastiana could see how all of the guests turned their eyes towards them. Jealousy, lust, amazement, hatred...these emotions were plastered on all of their faces as they followed us with their eyes. Bastiana smiled. Bastiana loved the attention just as much as her siblings, who were both smiling with dazzling smiles. Bastiana looked at them and once again was amazed at how alike they looked.
Hotch looked around one more time and saw that Neal was waiting for them. Bastiana saw him too and led them to him
Bastiana barely noticed these actions anymore, she had grown accustomed to the looks at such parties as these; the longing of men the jealousy of women. She could care less about what these people thought she only cared about one thing….Specter.
"I'm so uncomfortable." Olivia's voice said breaking Bastiana from her search. "How did women wear these things?"
Bastiana smiled and snuck up to the group who had noticed her arrival.
"You have nothing to complain about that dress doesn't even have a corset with it." Bastiana said spooking the group.
Dana ,Olivia and Jessica
could only stare wide-eyed at them, completely slack-jawed, not believing what they were seeing while the boys looks like they were on the verge of having a heart attack and a stroke at the same time.
Hotch felt Bastiana stiffen in his arms and his voice clipped slightly, "What's going on?"
"You know, why don't you get me a drink?" She said, avoiding his question. "It's a party."
"Okay." Hotch said, a little confused.
Bastiana walks toward her brothers with a big smile over her face.
"Hello guys"Bastiana says kissing Jessica ,Dana and Olivia l's cheek.
"Sister , you're beautiful."She said and then she hugged Dana. They stayed like that for a few minutes before turned to face her two friends with lust and wicked in her eyes.
"You know"Bastiana began taking a spet in the personal space of the lawyer and the captain."I can just leave my date here and have fun just the three of us. I have a dildo at my house."
Jessica and Olivia laugh at Bastiana ,they had used the lawyer firt with them and been flattered. Dana wish she had a camera in her hands because Neal, Logan, Mike, Dodds and Carisi's faces reacted with immediate disgust,Neal going as far as to shut his eyes and turn away from them while Carisi ran his hand over his face.
"Honestly, B…"
"Keep your personal life to yourself, sister."
"What the fuck!?"Mike whispered and Bastiana looks at her brother while Jessica grabs Olivia by her hand taking her away ,stating that she didn't want to be around for World War VI should it arise.
"Why are you with him?"An angry brother asks.
Bastiana sighed and smiled up at her brother."I can do what the hell i want."
"You guys making a sence"Dodds smiled nervously and tried to carfully phrase his answer else World War 3 would erupt between the siblings in the middle of the Plaza.
"I ma here to have a good time and I don't want a permission from you to who date and who doesn't"Bastiana said with a smile all teeth.
"Why are you with him?"An angry brother asks.
Bastiana sighed and smiled up at her brother."I can do what the hell i want."
"You guys making a sence"Dodds smiled nervously and tried to carfully phrase his answer else World War 3 would erupt between the siblings in the middle of the Plaza.
"I am here to have a good time and I don't want a permission from you to who I date and who doesn't"Bastiana said with a smile all teeth.
Neal shivered when he heard Bastiana's cold voice . Carisi's jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists.
Bastiana stiffened, putting down her fourth—fifth?—drink and facing the crowd.
" I see familiar face''Bastiana said looking around the room.''Someone of them doesn't like me'
''I'm sure it's not the first time someone hasn't like you , dear sister of mine''said Mike as the woman grapped a glass of whiskey by the waitress passed in front of her.
''Who doesn't like me?'
She smirked at her family before disappearing as quickly as she came.
"Arrogant bitch,''Reid muttered as he grabbed two more drinks and drained them in seconds. His brothers couldn't have agree more.
Minwhile ,Harvey watches over Miranda's shoulder as she leads Hotch onto the dance floor. Of all the dates she could have showed up with tonight, she had to show up with Aaron fucking Hotchner. His blood boils as he watches Agent's hand flit across her back while they order drinks at the bar and his eyes follow them as they make their way across the room, Aaron's arm leading Bastiana.
She looked incredible. She always looked incredible but tonight in her black open backed gown and long brown curls, she stopped time. He found himself downing a second glass of scotch as he waited for Miranda to return from the washroom, cursing himself for wishing she was here on his arm. He briefly lets his mind wonder what her dress would look like discarded on his bedroom floor but quickly the thought dissipates when Miranda rejoins him and slips her arm between his.
"What a beautiful couple they are"She says watching the two of them laughing and dancing.
Harvey's jaw ticked with jealousy, "They're not together, merely friendly is all."
"Even a blind man can see the love between them."
Harvey's mind flashed back to watching the couple walk into the hall hand in hand. It was enough to make his blood boil.
A hushed silence fell over the room as the two of them took to the centre of the floor and, even though he knew that as many people were looking at Aaron as they were at her, Bastiana couldn't help the prickle of unease that rand down her spine. The music started and Percival allowed his training to take over, sweeping them around the dance floor, the epitome of grace.
She didn't realise that her eyes had been scanning the crowd until Hotch's voice intruded into his thoughts and pointed it out.
"Are you looking for anyone in particular?"
"What? No! Why would I be doing that? Besides, who would I be looking for?"
"I don't know. Maybe a certain lawyer?"
Bastiana didn't have to see Hotch's face to know that there was a sly smile there. "Aaron…" Despite Bastiana's warning tone, she never broke stride in their dance.
"I want to kill him"
"You're serious?" he asked incredulously.
"What happened with you brothers?!"Hotch asks wanted to change the subject of this conversation.
"They were playing the boss," Bella muttered.
"To you? A lawyer?" he whispered to her. "You're joking."
"Sadly no,"
She spotted Carisi amd Dodds that she'd practically ran from at the bar. She was glaring at Neal and Dana in front of her. The pregnant wore a smug smirk on her face. Logan and Mike were on her right, but there was still no sign of Specter.
"So Bastiana, how are you enjoying the party?" Hotch said as the dancers twirled again, moving back and forth in a box step.
"No"Bastiana said with a definite edge to her voice.
"Why?"
"They are waste of time "She said slowly as they whirled around the room again, the slightly bigger Hotch guiding her, "I prefer stay at home watching Supernatural"
Then his lips curled into smirk, and he said in an almost quiet voice, amusement coloring his tone:
"Bitch."
Bastiana's lips twisted into a matching smirk and she replied, "Jerk."
Hotch's shit-eating grin widened.
"That make you the King of Hell"
Hotch smirked. "Does that make you an Angel of the Lord?"
at this Hotch dipped him quite suddenly, only to bring her back up just as smoothly and resume the dance, "Nah, everyone knows they're just dicks with wings."
"Quite true, darling." He replied
He reached the bottom of the staircase, stopping when he saw her.
He was weighing up his options; could he retreat now and still get away with it?
"Don't bother trying to leave," she warned him. "You had a purpose in coming here. Do not let my presence keep you from it."
Biting his tongue to stop himself from making some kind of remark, he steeled himself. There was no way that he was going to let her get the upper hand.
His shoes clapped loudly on the floor as he made his way over to her. He didn't break his stride until he was standing next to her, her emotionless expression in his peripheral vision and – hopefully – his in hers.
He snarled. He turned his head towards her, looking down his nose at her.
"What are you doing here?"
She smirked. "I could ask you the same thing."
"I asked first," he growled.
"Balls is not my thing"
Now, tell me, what business have you here?"
He ground his teeth together, until the pain in his jaw became too much. With each second that he didn't say anything, her smugness increased and, in return, his irritation.
"You know why I'm here," he growled, snapping his head around to stare up at the tablet so he didn't have to look at her.
She laughed, the noise grating on his already fraught nerves.
"I told you that you cannot win against me."
His fingers twitched at his sides.
"What is going on , Reginald?. You can't beat me?"
"You don't get to call me that."
Not here. That wasn't how this worked.
"What about you?"asks Harvey walking toward her.""Why? You prefer a name that isn't even yours?"
"Your date must be worried about you"Bastiana said said looking around for any signs of Harvey's date.
"Aw, what about you? You're not playing boyfriends with this one?" Harvey said with a knowing smirk that made Bastiana want to blend in with the pillar.
"Do you date all the women you fuck? He was just a man. If I was gonna date anyone it'd be someone who isn't a waste of my time." Bastiana hits her glass of champagne on the table and looks up, finallyacknowledging Harvey's presence like she should've done immediately. "Maybe it is time to start dating again, though. Start settling down or something. Have something in my life other than work and you."
"I'm wounded," Harvey says, but he's not. Insulted, maybe, that Bastiana isn't satisfied with his company, but definitely not wounded or hurt or jealous. Definitely not jealous of someone else Bastiana may or may not date.
"No, you're not."
"No, I'm not." Harvey shrugs. "So I guess he wasn't any good, then."
"Like I said- not bad, he is an agent, and I'm not dating him after that. You're just like my brothers, why are they obsessed with the guys I sleep with? They never ask about the girls." Bastiana's expression is inscrutable and intense and irritating. "Are you considering making a switch or something? Because I know some guys who'd totally go for you if you want me to make some calls. Give you tips, maybe."
"No, thanks, I'm good." Harvey blinks rapidly for a second and stops himself short. "Did you just offer me your sloppy gay seconds?"
Bastiana smirks. Harvey hates that expression when Bastiana turns it on him. It's funny when Bastiana brandishes it at Mike; it's not funny when it's used at him.
"I haven't slept with all of them, if that makes you feel any better."
"Much."
Her eyes dropped for a moment, slipping for a mere second to his lips before she looked back up into his eyes. Reaching up to his collar with one hand, she curled her fingers around the white material and brought his head down, kissing him lightly, softly: deliberately making him angry.
He growled, pulling back. He wrapped his thin fingers around her wrist and tore her hand away, holding it out to the side.
She looked up at him triumphantly. His lips curled back into a sneer.
It only took a moment before they were on the other side of the room, and he was slamming her back against the wall next to the tablet. He kissed her roughly, one hand curled into her hair and the other resting on her hip. She reached up, placing her hand on the back of his neck to keep him in place, but they both knew that once they reached this stage, he wasn't going anywhere.
Because that was how this worked: with a fight, and then the two of them ensconced somewhere completely and utterly alone.
she pushed him away and then started to punch Harvey in the stomach and in the face.
"Fuck you ,Specter"She said and again raised her right hand to slap him, but he grabbed her wrist in a vice-like grip. She gasped in pain. He seemed to believe she was gasping in excitement and took it as an invitation to lean into her body.
"I will destroy you ,Wolf."
"Get off of me, you drunken ass!" Bastiaan pulled against his bruising grip on her wrist. He squeezed harder and pulled her arm up painfully behind her back.
Bastiana had enough and hell broke loose when she had punched Harvey and before the lawyer could even react, Bastian grabbed him by the shirt, shoved him through the and hurled him against the closest available wall."I warned you, politely, but you didn't listen."
"You're gonna listen now. There is no next time. If you ever lay a finger on me again I will break every bone in your body with my bare hands, starting with your fingers and toes, then your knees and elbows so that all you can do is lay there, waiting and wondering what bone I'll break next."Bastiana' blue eyes turned almost black as the rage coursed through her body and she jerked Harvey forward then slammed him back against the wall.
Woman and man both sat there staring at each other in shock and disbelief. Never had Harvey been hit by a woman other than his mother. The fact that she had hit him was what surprised him. He didn't dwell on the fact that she hit him, but that she was brave enough to.
"I will take everything but most of all, Mike."She growled.
Pulling her hand from the wall, she released Harvey's shirt and the man slid down the wall to the floor.
Harvey watched her walk away, watching her hips sway from side to side while her dress, hiking it up past her thighs and up to her hips.
Hotch clenched his fists and Donna was stumped.
"Woah…did you see that? Harvey was…Harvey was putty in her hands. He is smooth…my god, she kissed him and punched him"
Hotch couldn't.
We have three options.
1)Bastiana&Harvey
2)Bastiana&Hotch
3)Bastiana&Olivia&Jessica
Tell me your opinion