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 tried to reason with her uncle as why she should not go to the funeral and luncheon afterwards, but did not get anywhere. In the end, Joey drove her to the church and on to the cemetery.
Frank and the team were at the cemetery waiting on the funeral procession to arrive. Frank had decided that after the gravesite service, it was time to speak to Chris. He wanted answers both personally and professionally, and he would not stop until he got what he wanted from her.
As the cars arrived and the people made their way to the gravesite, Chris hung back. Joey said, "Come on your uncle is waiting on us."
"No, I rather not be in the front with the family, you go I'll take my place in the back."
"That's not an option."
"Joey, please. Nicholas is among too many people to do what he did last night. Go be with my uncle, I will take full responsibility." She kissed him on the cheek and pushed him towards the front.
Frank was watching the scene between the thug and Chris. He was on her like a hawk, every move she made he was there. Frank did not like this he would make sure to pull any information on him.
Frank looked at his team and said, "Wish me luck!"
Alex put her hand on his arm, "Do you want me to go with you?"
"No, not this time." With that said he opened the van door and headed for the car that Chris came in.
The service ended and everyone was walking back to his or her cars. Chris waited for Joey to join her and they headed towards the car.
Joey had slipped his arm in Chris and held her hand. She looked at him then the ground as they walked, she could not stand the hurt she saw in his eyes. Halfway to the car, Joey stopped suddenly because there was someone leaning against it. Chris looked up straight into Frank's eyes, she immediately felt sick.
She turned to Joey, "It's ok, and I know who he is." She nudged him to start walking again.
A few feet from the car she stopped when she heard, "Hello Chris."
All she said was, "Frank."
They stared at each other what seemed like eternity, until Frank said, "I like to speak to you privately."
"People in hell would like to have ice too." Joey said.
Chris saw the change in Frank's eyes and she didn't want Joey involved so she said, "Joey go on and catch a ride with Max and my uncle. I will meet you at the house shortly."
"Chris, this is not a good idea." He protested.
"Joey, please I'll handle my uncle." Chris pleaded as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Joey could not refuse her as usual, hugged her and left.
"Got him tied around your little finger?" Frank said.
"What do you want?" Chris said trying to keep her temper in check.
"You look good with the new look, a little thinner then I remember." He tried to lighten her mood.
Chris chose to ignore the comment and again asked, "What do you want?"
"Answers." He replied.
"Well, I hate to tell you this but you asking the wrong person."
"I don't think so. Let's start by who's the thug hanging all over you?" 'I detect jealousy in your tone."
"Wishful thinking on your part. Why does your uncle have bodyguards on him and certain family members?"
"If I remember correctly, the last time I was in Chicago I was kidnapped under YOUR protection. Then because of you forcing me into a situation I wanted no part of, he was kidnapped. So life as we knew it two years ago doesn't exist."
Frank continued pushing, "Why are you here?"
"As you are aware, there was a death in my family and I came to support my family."
Frank was getting irritated with her; he could feel the wall emerging. "How long are you planning to be here?"
"Oh, I don't know as long as my family needs me." She answered sweetly.
Frank changed gears in his questioning, "Tell me why there's bad blood between you and Nicholas Demarco."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Chris said.
"Remember who you're talking to. If you don't know what I'm talking about, let me help you. Why did you pull a gun on him last night at the funeral home?"
Chris saw red, "YOU BASTARD!!! What have you being doing following me since I got into town? You have no right!"
Chris pushed Frank's patience, "I have every right since you're---" He stopped when the little voice in his head said, "Don't make this personal, keep your cool."
Frank in a deadly tone said, "Is this so personal, that you forgot what you learned in law enforcement. I am investigating a murder and will use all methods at my disposal to solve this case."
"Oh, I forgot you always justify your motives." She said sarcastically.
"I see we're not getting anywhere here, let me warned you that you have a lot to lose if you interfere in this investigation."
Chris smiled and laughed, "I went up against you once and loss. Why would I make the same mistake?" She walked around to the driver's side of the car leaving Frank standing alone.
Frank yelled, "I'm not finished with you yet." And walked back to the van as Chris got into the car.
She waited until the van pulled away and then let the tears flow. She thought. "How can I tell him about our son? Every time we talk, we're at each other throat."
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 tried to reason with her uncle as why she should not go to the funeral and luncheon afterwards, but did not get anywhere. In the end, Joey drove her to the church and on to the cemetery.
Frank and the team were at the cemetery waiting on the funeral procession to arrive. Frank had decided that after the gravesite service, it was time to speak to Chris. He wanted answers both personally and professionally, and he would not stop until he got what he wanted from her.
As the cars arrived and the people made their way to the gravesite, Chris hung back. Joey said, "Come on your uncle is waiting on us."
"No, I rather not be in the front with the family, you go I'll take my place in the back."
"That's not an option."
"Joey, please. Nicholas is among too many people to do what he did last night. Go be with my uncle, I will take full responsibility." She kissed him on the cheek and pushed him towards the front.
Frank was watching the scene between the thug and Chris. He was on her like a hawk, every move she made he was there. Frank did not like this he would make sure to pull any information on him.
Frank looked at his team and said, "Wish me luck!"
Alex put her hand on his arm, "Do you want me to go with you?"
"No, not this time." With that said he opened the van door and headed for the car that Chris came in.
The service ended and everyone was walking back to his or her cars. Chris waited for Joey to join her and they headed towards the car.
Joey had slipped his arm in Chris and held her hand. She looked at him then the ground as they walked, she could not stand the hurt she saw in his eyes. Halfway to the car, Joey stopped suddenly because there was someone leaning against it. Chris looked up straight into Frank's eyes, she immediately felt sick.
She turned to Joey, "It's ok, and I know who he is." She nudged him to start walking again.
A few feet from the car she stopped when she heard, "Hello Chris."
All she said was, "Frank."
They stared at each other what seemed like eternity, until Frank said, "I like to speak to you privately."
"People in hell would like to have ice too." Joey said.
Chris saw the change in Frank's eyes and she didn't want Joey involved so she said, "Joey go on and catch a ride with Max and my uncle. I will meet you at the house shortly."
"Chris, this is not a good idea." He protested.
"Joey, please I'll handle my uncle." Chris pleaded as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Joey could not refuse her as usual, hugged her and left.
"Got him tied around your little finger?" Frank said.
"What do you want?" Chris said trying to keep her temper in check.
"You look good with the new look, a little thinner then I remember." He tried to lighten her mood.
Chris chose to ignore the comment and again asked, "What do you want?"
"Answers." He replied.
"Well, I hate to tell you this but you asking the wrong person."
"I don't think so. Let's start by who's the thug hanging all over you?" 'I detect jealousy in your tone."
"Wishful thinking on your part. Why does your uncle have bodyguards on him and certain family members?"
"If I remember correctly, the last time I was in Chicago I was kidnapped under YOUR protection. Then because of you forcing me into a situation I wanted no part of, he was kidnapped. So life as we knew it two years ago doesn't exist."
Frank continued pushing, "Why are you here?"
"As you are aware, there was a death in my family and I came to support my family."
Frank was getting irritated with her; he could feel the wall emerging. "How long are you planning to be here?"
"Oh, I don't know as long as my family needs me." She answered sweetly.
Frank changed gears in his questioning, "Tell me why there's bad blood between you and Nicholas Demarco."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Chris said.
"Remember who you're talking to. If you don't know what I'm talking about, let me help you. Why did you pull a gun on him last night at the funeral home?"
Chris saw red, "YOU BASTARD!!! What have you being doing following me since I got into town? You have no right!"
Chris pushed Frank's patience, "I have every right since you're---" He stopped when the little voice in his head said, "Don't make this personal, keep your cool."
Frank in a deadly tone said, "Is this so personal, that you forgot what you learned in law enforcement. I am investigating a murder and will use all methods at my disposal to solve this case."
"Oh, I forgot you always justify your motives." She said sarcastically.
"I see we're not getting anywhere here, let me warned you that you have a lot to lose if you interfere in this investigation."
Chris smiled and laughed, "I went up against you once and loss. Why would I make the same mistake?" She walked around to the driver's side of the car leaving Frank standing alone.
Frank yelled, "I'm not finished with you yet." And walked back to the van as Chris got into the car.
She waited until the van pulled away and then let the tears flow. She thought. "How can I tell him about our son? Every time we talk, we're at each other throat."
