OLD FLAME
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: R
Summary: Chris returns (sequel to Frank's Match)
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
Chris got out of the taxi in her driveway and paid the fare. She could hardly believe she was actually home. She opened the front door and the musky smell of the house being closed up greeted her. She walked into the house and decided to start opening all the windows to let the fresh air in. Once she did that she looked at her mail that her boss collected and thought it was a good thing she signed up for automatic bill pay at the bank. As she was flipping though her mail, she saw the blinking light on the answering machine. She hit the button and the tape started to rewind. The first couple of messages were unimportant, the third was Julio, which turned out to be too late, and as the fourth one started Chris held her breath as she recognized the voice being Frank's. In the middle of the message she realized that it was from when she was in Washington, if she heard this before the Washington incident she would have actually believe Frank was sincere in his concern. The last message was from her boss, welcoming her home and reminding her that she was due back in the office on Monday.
Frank walked downstairs and said, "The flight Agent Harper was on landed safely in Miami which means this case is officially closed."
Cody said, "In other words, Agent Harper is not to be discussed from this point on."
Frank smiled, "By George, I think there's hope for you Cody. You are finally reading between the lines."
"Oh no, that means I'm actually thinking like you. That can be dangerous."
"Dangerous for you, it might overload your brain."
Everyone actually laughed at that, maybe there was hope for team that Frank was loosing up a little. That would sure easy the tension when they're in the same room.
Frank went back to his office; he liked the joking back and forth. He needs to show his team he is more approachable. He thought that's one thing never even phased Chris, she didn't make any bones about how she felt. Chris was only gone a few hours and he still was thinking about her, she definitely made a lasting impression on him. Against his better judgment he picked up his cell phone and dialed the number.
"Taylor."
"John its Frank Donovan."
"Iceman, how the hell are you?"
"Good, how's it go by you?"
"Same shit, different day. What's up?"
"Need a favor."
"Sure anything, is it in Miami or different locale."
"Miami, I need some surveillance run for about a week."
"What's the scoop?"
"I want you to follow a DEA agent that just got back in Miami. I'll send you a picture and the address. You got my cell number if anything comes up call me."
"Are you looking for anything in particular?"
"No just her movements for the next week. I'm playing on a hunch right now."
"Ok, I'll get right on."
"Thanks." Frank hung up the phone knowing that if Chris ever found out she would go ballistic on him. Yet in order to move on he had to have answers to his questions whether she gave them to him or he found out on his own.
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: R
Summary: Chris returns (sequel to Frank's Match)
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
Chris got out of the taxi in her driveway and paid the fare. She could hardly believe she was actually home. She opened the front door and the musky smell of the house being closed up greeted her. She walked into the house and decided to start opening all the windows to let the fresh air in. Once she did that she looked at her mail that her boss collected and thought it was a good thing she signed up for automatic bill pay at the bank. As she was flipping though her mail, she saw the blinking light on the answering machine. She hit the button and the tape started to rewind. The first couple of messages were unimportant, the third was Julio, which turned out to be too late, and as the fourth one started Chris held her breath as she recognized the voice being Frank's. In the middle of the message she realized that it was from when she was in Washington, if she heard this before the Washington incident she would have actually believe Frank was sincere in his concern. The last message was from her boss, welcoming her home and reminding her that she was due back in the office on Monday.
Frank walked downstairs and said, "The flight Agent Harper was on landed safely in Miami which means this case is officially closed."
Cody said, "In other words, Agent Harper is not to be discussed from this point on."
Frank smiled, "By George, I think there's hope for you Cody. You are finally reading between the lines."
"Oh no, that means I'm actually thinking like you. That can be dangerous."
"Dangerous for you, it might overload your brain."
Everyone actually laughed at that, maybe there was hope for team that Frank was loosing up a little. That would sure easy the tension when they're in the same room.
Frank went back to his office; he liked the joking back and forth. He needs to show his team he is more approachable. He thought that's one thing never even phased Chris, she didn't make any bones about how she felt. Chris was only gone a few hours and he still was thinking about her, she definitely made a lasting impression on him. Against his better judgment he picked up his cell phone and dialed the number.
"Taylor."
"John its Frank Donovan."
"Iceman, how the hell are you?"
"Good, how's it go by you?"
"Same shit, different day. What's up?"
"Need a favor."
"Sure anything, is it in Miami or different locale."
"Miami, I need some surveillance run for about a week."
"What's the scoop?"
"I want you to follow a DEA agent that just got back in Miami. I'll send you a picture and the address. You got my cell number if anything comes up call me."
"Are you looking for anything in particular?"
"No just her movements for the next week. I'm playing on a hunch right now."
"Ok, I'll get right on."
"Thanks." Frank hung up the phone knowing that if Chris ever found out she would go ballistic on him. Yet in order to move on he had to have answers to his questions whether she gave them to him or he found out on his own.
