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
Everyone in the van held their breath; all of them had the same flashback of two years ago when she killed Pierce. Although it happened fast, it was like they were watching a movie in slow motion.
"Chris, he is not worth it. Please put the gun down." Max was pleading with her. He never knew this side of Chris existed and didn't know what to do. Joey came flying out the door because he was told about the confrontation outside. He saw Chris with her gun in the back of Nicholas head and Max pleading with her, this was not a good sign.
"Chris, sweetie." Joey cooed.
She did not answer him and he tried again inching closer, "Chris, it's Joey listen to me, you need to let him go. Put down the gun before someone gets hurt. Don't add to the bloodshed."
Still no response from Chris, Frank watched the scene in awe, she had one man pinned and three begging her to let him go. How much longer should he let this go on before interfering? He didn't have to wait any more for Chris had decided to back away from the man she had pinned.
Once she did that Sal came out, took control of the situation by giving orders, "Nicholas, get back inside, Joey take Chris home and Max you stay here." It was amazing that they all did what he told them to do; there was no question that he definitely ran the family.
Sal and Max were the only two left outside when Sal said, "What the hell happened?"
Max told him what happened and Sal just shook his head, "She's just like her father, kill now ask questions later. When she was little before the family had to move to Miami, her and Joey were inseparable, we thought one day they would get married. The move separated them but every summer she came back and they were inseparable. As she became a teenager, she had her own friends and didn't want to come here. She ended up marrying Marcus and we all know what he did to her. That broke Joey's heart and until today I don't think he's ever gotten over her. I think while she in Chicago, Joey's going to escort her and you can hang with me. Maybe they can rekindled what they loss when she moved."
Chris was quiet in the car just staring out the window. Joey decided to drive along Lake Michigan to the place they used to sit for hours and talk.
"I haven't been here in ages." Chris said as she got out of the car.
"I know. Are you feeling better?" Joey asked.
"Catch me if you can!" She yelled running down the sand to the rocks.
Joey caught her halfway down; they play wrestled until both of them ended falling in the sand. Joey positioned himself where she landed on him to break her fall and then rolled them over. She was now under him, looking up at him and he bent his head to kiss her. He almost touched her lips when he groaned and rolled on his back next to her.
Neither one said anything; no words were needed because they both knew what transpired. Finally Joey sat up and said, "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"Are you going to make me say it? When you already know?"
"No, but you know Nicholas is right, I'm only part of the family in name only."
"You're more part of the family then you think. You're the one that keeps running from the family and me."
"Joey, I love you like a brother, you and I know that it could never be more. There are many women that would make you a good wife/lover."
"Probably, but there's only one that has my heart and always will."
Chris hugged him and said, "I'm the one who's sorry, I know how you feel and you tried to take care of me but I don't love you that way."
"I have accepted that fact, but the ache is still there. Come on let's go." He stood up, pulled her up on her feet and kissed her on the forehead.
Frank blocked out the small talk in the van while they made their way back to the nest. It would be a cold day in hell before he would let a thug raise his son. Frank wondered if the reason Sal had called Chris here was to play matchmaker.
They arrived at the nest and Frank said, "Call it a night, dress nicely tomorrow since we have a funeral to attend. Good Night."
Frank opened the door to the penthouse and heard the soft music; Michelle was on the couch reading.
"Hey." Frank said as he walked into the kitchen.
"Hey honey. I left supper in the oven if you want it. I'll make a plate for you." Michelle offered.
Frank closed the refrigerator and turned towards Michelle with a bottle of beer in his hand said, "No thanks, I'm not hungry."
Michelle glanced at the clock it was late for Frank to have a beer. He must have had a rough night; he's been different since this new case started. She leaned over kissed him on his cheek and turn the oven off.
"I'm going to turn in, don't be too long k?" Michelle said.
When Frank didn't answer, she walked back into the kitchen took his hand and led him to the sofa. She sat down with him and just held him. Frank was in that place again where no one was allowed.
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
Everyone in the van held their breath; all of them had the same flashback of two years ago when she killed Pierce. Although it happened fast, it was like they were watching a movie in slow motion.
"Chris, he is not worth it. Please put the gun down." Max was pleading with her. He never knew this side of Chris existed and didn't know what to do. Joey came flying out the door because he was told about the confrontation outside. He saw Chris with her gun in the back of Nicholas head and Max pleading with her, this was not a good sign.
"Chris, sweetie." Joey cooed.
She did not answer him and he tried again inching closer, "Chris, it's Joey listen to me, you need to let him go. Put down the gun before someone gets hurt. Don't add to the bloodshed."
Still no response from Chris, Frank watched the scene in awe, she had one man pinned and three begging her to let him go. How much longer should he let this go on before interfering? He didn't have to wait any more for Chris had decided to back away from the man she had pinned.
Once she did that Sal came out, took control of the situation by giving orders, "Nicholas, get back inside, Joey take Chris home and Max you stay here." It was amazing that they all did what he told them to do; there was no question that he definitely ran the family.
Sal and Max were the only two left outside when Sal said, "What the hell happened?"
Max told him what happened and Sal just shook his head, "She's just like her father, kill now ask questions later. When she was little before the family had to move to Miami, her and Joey were inseparable, we thought one day they would get married. The move separated them but every summer she came back and they were inseparable. As she became a teenager, she had her own friends and didn't want to come here. She ended up marrying Marcus and we all know what he did to her. That broke Joey's heart and until today I don't think he's ever gotten over her. I think while she in Chicago, Joey's going to escort her and you can hang with me. Maybe they can rekindled what they loss when she moved."
Chris was quiet in the car just staring out the window. Joey decided to drive along Lake Michigan to the place they used to sit for hours and talk.
"I haven't been here in ages." Chris said as she got out of the car.
"I know. Are you feeling better?" Joey asked.
"Catch me if you can!" She yelled running down the sand to the rocks.
Joey caught her halfway down; they play wrestled until both of them ended falling in the sand. Joey positioned himself where she landed on him to break her fall and then rolled them over. She was now under him, looking up at him and he bent his head to kiss her. He almost touched her lips when he groaned and rolled on his back next to her.
Neither one said anything; no words were needed because they both knew what transpired. Finally Joey sat up and said, "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"Are you going to make me say it? When you already know?"
"No, but you know Nicholas is right, I'm only part of the family in name only."
"You're more part of the family then you think. You're the one that keeps running from the family and me."
"Joey, I love you like a brother, you and I know that it could never be more. There are many women that would make you a good wife/lover."
"Probably, but there's only one that has my heart and always will."
Chris hugged him and said, "I'm the one who's sorry, I know how you feel and you tried to take care of me but I don't love you that way."
"I have accepted that fact, but the ache is still there. Come on let's go." He stood up, pulled her up on her feet and kissed her on the forehead.
Frank blocked out the small talk in the van while they made their way back to the nest. It would be a cold day in hell before he would let a thug raise his son. Frank wondered if the reason Sal had called Chris here was to play matchmaker.
They arrived at the nest and Frank said, "Call it a night, dress nicely tomorrow since we have a funeral to attend. Good Night."
Frank opened the door to the penthouse and heard the soft music; Michelle was on the couch reading.
"Hey." Frank said as he walked into the kitchen.
"Hey honey. I left supper in the oven if you want it. I'll make a plate for you." Michelle offered.
Frank closed the refrigerator and turned towards Michelle with a bottle of beer in his hand said, "No thanks, I'm not hungry."
Michelle glanced at the clock it was late for Frank to have a beer. He must have had a rough night; he's been different since this new case started. She leaned over kissed him on his cheek and turn the oven off.
"I'm going to turn in, don't be too long k?" Michelle said.
When Frank didn't answer, she walked back into the kitchen took his hand and led him to the sofa. She sat down with him and just held him. Frank was in that place again where no one was allowed.
