OLD FLAME
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Chris returns (sequel to Frank's Match)
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
When the alarm clock went off, Frank pushed the snooze button for a few extra minutes. Sleep had eluded him all night; he had pictures of the green-eyed flaming redhead beauty he had briefly met earlier. Frank didn't know the circumstances that made her choose to be a call girl, but he wanted to explore the possibilities. Everyone knew what Frank Donovan wanted he usually had no trouble getting except with one person. He kept reminding himself that he had her once so he didn't need her anymore. But that little nagging voice asked the question, "Who are you trying to fool?" Frank usually discards it yet it kept coming back when the opportunity presented itself.
All four of his team actually beat him to work that morning, which was okay because he stopped on his way for bagels. "Good Morning!" He said cheerfully as he put the bagels in the middle of the table.
Everyone looked at each other than at Frank and in unison said. "Good Morning."
"There's bagels and stuff in the bag. Help yourselves." He offered
"Gee Boss, what's the occasion?" Cody asked.
"Nothing really, I just know that I'm not the easiest person to get along with and it makes it harder because I'm the boss. So I thought I would try and make it easier on everyone."
"Wow, that's a big step for you." Monica said.
"Okay so don't start the psycho analyst shit on me. I'm trying to get use to this new found revelation." He replied.
Jake and Alex were too suspicious to buy into this new persona of Frank Donovan. It was best neither of them said anything. Jake thought back to what he was told when he first started undercover work, "A tiger doesn't change its stripes."
At about six o'clock, Frank called it a day, he was anxious to get home to see if the "Mermaid" would cross his path tonight. He parked his car and walked to the elevator, no sign of the "Mermaid". He entered the elevator, gave one last look before the doors closed and didn't see anything. He surprised himself because he was disappointed.
A couple weeks later, Frank had just entered the garage elevator when he heard a woman's voice.
"Can you hold the elevator please?" She shouted as she was running towards it.
Frank watched the "Mermaid" rushing towards the elevator. She must really be late for her appointment, as she entered the elevator, her heel got stuck in the track and she lost her balance falling into Frank's arms. Frank's immediate reaction was to catch this beautiful woman falling.
Michelle thought, "Great, I've dreamt of being in this man's arms but not like this. I must look like a klutz!"
"Steady, are you okay?" Frank asked.
"I'm so sorry." She said as she tried to stand up but then an excruciating pain shot through her ankle and she cried out in agony.
"Your ankle may be broken, here lean against the wall and I get your shoe out of the track." Frank instructed her.
Frank retrieved the shoe with the broken heel and punch the PH button.
"Please push five." She asked.
"No, I don't think you want your client to see you like this. I'm taking you to my apartment to make sure it's not broken."
"Really, that isn't necessary. I'll be fine."
"The least I can do is take a look at it."
Before she knew it the door opened to the penthouse floor, he easily picked her up and carried her down the hall. When they reached his door, he put her down and had her lean against the wall. He opened the door, picked her up, entered his living room, and put her down on his couch.
"I'll be right back." He said.
As he disappeared up the stairs, Michelle took this opportunity to look around his apartment. The décor was classic masculine but she noticed that he had no photos anywhere to be seen.
"Here take this for the pain." He handed her some pills and a glass of water.
She looked at his suspiciously but when he flashed that smile, she took the remedy he offered.
"Let me have a look at the ankle." Frank said as he lifted her leg and started to gently feel her ankle.
She started to relax as his slender fingers probed her ankle until he press and the pain shot through her making her suck her breath in.
"That's the tender spot, I don't think it's broken but definitely sprained." He got up and went towards the kitchen. She heard him juggle ice and come back with an ice pack to put it on her ankle.
"Here put this on it, it will help a little. Do you need to call the agency to let them know what happened so they can send another girl?" He asked.
"What are you talking---? Wait a minute, agency, client you think I'm a call girl!"
Frank looked at her sheepishly because he just realized he made a huge mistake. He said, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to insult you."
"That's okay, I could see where you would come to that conclusion. Let's start over. Hi, my name is Michelle DuBois. She extended her hand out to him,
He took her hand and said, "My name is Frank Donovan. Nice to meet you."
"Do you need to call whoever you were suppose to meet?" Frank asked,
"Yes, I should." She said as she took out her cell phone.
As she made her phone call, Frank went upstairs to get an Ace Bandage and give her privacy at the same time. He came back down when he felt she was finished.
He took the ice pack off her ankle, started to wrap the bandage around her ankle and said, "This will help for a little while, but you should think about getting it x- rayed."
Michelle was all too aware of his gentle touch as he wrapped her ankle. She said, "By the way, I'm an attorney. My brother lives on the fifth floor and I'm his corporate attorney."
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Chris returns (sequel to Frank's Match)
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
When the alarm clock went off, Frank pushed the snooze button for a few extra minutes. Sleep had eluded him all night; he had pictures of the green-eyed flaming redhead beauty he had briefly met earlier. Frank didn't know the circumstances that made her choose to be a call girl, but he wanted to explore the possibilities. Everyone knew what Frank Donovan wanted he usually had no trouble getting except with one person. He kept reminding himself that he had her once so he didn't need her anymore. But that little nagging voice asked the question, "Who are you trying to fool?" Frank usually discards it yet it kept coming back when the opportunity presented itself.
All four of his team actually beat him to work that morning, which was okay because he stopped on his way for bagels. "Good Morning!" He said cheerfully as he put the bagels in the middle of the table.
Everyone looked at each other than at Frank and in unison said. "Good Morning."
"There's bagels and stuff in the bag. Help yourselves." He offered
"Gee Boss, what's the occasion?" Cody asked.
"Nothing really, I just know that I'm not the easiest person to get along with and it makes it harder because I'm the boss. So I thought I would try and make it easier on everyone."
"Wow, that's a big step for you." Monica said.
"Okay so don't start the psycho analyst shit on me. I'm trying to get use to this new found revelation." He replied.
Jake and Alex were too suspicious to buy into this new persona of Frank Donovan. It was best neither of them said anything. Jake thought back to what he was told when he first started undercover work, "A tiger doesn't change its stripes."
At about six o'clock, Frank called it a day, he was anxious to get home to see if the "Mermaid" would cross his path tonight. He parked his car and walked to the elevator, no sign of the "Mermaid". He entered the elevator, gave one last look before the doors closed and didn't see anything. He surprised himself because he was disappointed.
A couple weeks later, Frank had just entered the garage elevator when he heard a woman's voice.
"Can you hold the elevator please?" She shouted as she was running towards it.
Frank watched the "Mermaid" rushing towards the elevator. She must really be late for her appointment, as she entered the elevator, her heel got stuck in the track and she lost her balance falling into Frank's arms. Frank's immediate reaction was to catch this beautiful woman falling.
Michelle thought, "Great, I've dreamt of being in this man's arms but not like this. I must look like a klutz!"
"Steady, are you okay?" Frank asked.
"I'm so sorry." She said as she tried to stand up but then an excruciating pain shot through her ankle and she cried out in agony.
"Your ankle may be broken, here lean against the wall and I get your shoe out of the track." Frank instructed her.
Frank retrieved the shoe with the broken heel and punch the PH button.
"Please push five." She asked.
"No, I don't think you want your client to see you like this. I'm taking you to my apartment to make sure it's not broken."
"Really, that isn't necessary. I'll be fine."
"The least I can do is take a look at it."
Before she knew it the door opened to the penthouse floor, he easily picked her up and carried her down the hall. When they reached his door, he put her down and had her lean against the wall. He opened the door, picked her up, entered his living room, and put her down on his couch.
"I'll be right back." He said.
As he disappeared up the stairs, Michelle took this opportunity to look around his apartment. The décor was classic masculine but she noticed that he had no photos anywhere to be seen.
"Here take this for the pain." He handed her some pills and a glass of water.
She looked at his suspiciously but when he flashed that smile, she took the remedy he offered.
"Let me have a look at the ankle." Frank said as he lifted her leg and started to gently feel her ankle.
She started to relax as his slender fingers probed her ankle until he press and the pain shot through her making her suck her breath in.
"That's the tender spot, I don't think it's broken but definitely sprained." He got up and went towards the kitchen. She heard him juggle ice and come back with an ice pack to put it on her ankle.
"Here put this on it, it will help a little. Do you need to call the agency to let them know what happened so they can send another girl?" He asked.
"What are you talking---? Wait a minute, agency, client you think I'm a call girl!"
Frank looked at her sheepishly because he just realized he made a huge mistake. He said, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to insult you."
"That's okay, I could see where you would come to that conclusion. Let's start over. Hi, my name is Michelle DuBois. She extended her hand out to him,
He took her hand and said, "My name is Frank Donovan. Nice to meet you."
"Do you need to call whoever you were suppose to meet?" Frank asked,
"Yes, I should." She said as she took out her cell phone.
As she made her phone call, Frank went upstairs to get an Ace Bandage and give her privacy at the same time. He came back down when he felt she was finished.
He took the ice pack off her ankle, started to wrap the bandage around her ankle and said, "This will help for a little while, but you should think about getting it x- rayed."
Michelle was all too aware of his gentle touch as he wrapped her ankle. She said, "By the way, I'm an attorney. My brother lives on the fifth floor and I'm his corporate attorney."
