Title: Means to an End
Author: Lisa
Email: lc7685@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own the show, the characters, or anything like that :)
Rating:
Summary: Monica finds herself in a dangerous position after events take a
turn for the worse. Set after Sunshine days, Pre-Truth. Please R/R this is
a WIP :)
Category: DRF/DRUST/DRR...just-all-DR :P Drama, Angst
Sunday 9.47am
Monica woke with a start, taking in too much air as she gasped, realising she wasn't in her bed. She started coughing and in no time there was a hand to her back.
"Where am I?" she asked straight away, still half asleep, turning towards the person at her side.
"You're in the spare room," John replied, watching her carefully. "You had a bad dream?" Monica hesitated, looking around her. It did look like a room John would have in his house. Plain yet co-ordinated. Neat. However, she didn't remember how she got there. Her brow creased. "Monica?" Her eyes snapped back to John and she took another deep breath, realising her heart was pounding.
"I'm okay, yeah, bad dream," she managed. "How did I-"
"You fell asleep and I brought you in here." She nodded slowly.
"Oh. What time is it?"
"Ten to ten, nearly."
"Really?" she asked, eyes wide.
"Yeah, I was coming up to check on you and you were talkin' in your sleep-"
"Oh God, what did I say?" she asked. "I, I don't remember anything, I-"
"You really wanna know?" John asked, raising an eyebrow playfully. She narrowed her eyes.
"Yes," she stated.
"You said, 'FBI FBI Step back.' Then there was a pause and I was about to head back downstairs but you rolled over and you called my name, you sounded scared." Monica swallowed, nodding. "Don't remember anything?" She shook her head.
"No. Was that when I woke up?" John nodded.
"Come on, I'll get you some coffee." Monica nodded as John stood and walked out. He heard her mumble, 'Wonder what it means', and resisted the urge to chuckle. That'd be right. Have a nightmare and try to analyse it. That's Monica. He smiled, realising that he didn't think it was such a bad thing.
He made it to the kitchen before her but she was close behind.
"John why wasn't I in my jeans?" she asked while his back was turned.
"Didn't think you'd be very comfortable. They're on the end of the-" He turned, realising she'd found them and was wearing them again. She smiled.
"Yeah, I noticed." She gave him a suspicious look and he seemed taken aback, but she quickly relaxed and grabbed a mug out of the cupboard, putting it on the bench. "Thanks," she said, smiling as he watched her. "I hate sleeping in pants." John felt his ears burning as he poured her coffee and then one for himself. Was that directed at him or was it a general comment? He had no idea. Monica didn't seem to understand the implications of what she'd said, leaning against the kitchen bench and sipping her drink. John watched her quietly, but not too intensely. "Anyway," Monica started after several more moments. "I should go. Sorry I fell asleep on you last night. I had a good time."
"Yeah," John managed, nodding. "It's no problems, Monica. Any time."
Monica raised an eyebrow. Was that intended to mean she was welcome to come watch videos and eat takeout at his place any time, or she could fall asleep on him any time? She hoped he couldn't see her blushing. After finishing their coffee in silence Monica got together her things. They shared brief and insignificant conversations and she left, wishing him a good day. 'See ya' Monday' seemed to be becoming an awfully familiar phrase between them.
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Category: DRF/DRUST/DRR...just-all-DR :P Drama, Angst
Sunday 9.47am
Monica woke with a start, taking in too much air as she gasped, realising she wasn't in her bed. She started coughing and in no time there was a hand to her back.
"Where am I?" she asked straight away, still half asleep, turning towards the person at her side.
"You're in the spare room," John replied, watching her carefully. "You had a bad dream?" Monica hesitated, looking around her. It did look like a room John would have in his house. Plain yet co-ordinated. Neat. However, she didn't remember how she got there. Her brow creased. "Monica?" Her eyes snapped back to John and she took another deep breath, realising her heart was pounding.
"I'm okay, yeah, bad dream," she managed. "How did I-"
"You fell asleep and I brought you in here." She nodded slowly.
"Oh. What time is it?"
"Ten to ten, nearly."
"Really?" she asked, eyes wide.
"Yeah, I was coming up to check on you and you were talkin' in your sleep-"
"Oh God, what did I say?" she asked. "I, I don't remember anything, I-"
"You really wanna know?" John asked, raising an eyebrow playfully. She narrowed her eyes.
"Yes," she stated.
"You said, 'FBI FBI Step back.' Then there was a pause and I was about to head back downstairs but you rolled over and you called my name, you sounded scared." Monica swallowed, nodding. "Don't remember anything?" She shook her head.
"No. Was that when I woke up?" John nodded.
"Come on, I'll get you some coffee." Monica nodded as John stood and walked out. He heard her mumble, 'Wonder what it means', and resisted the urge to chuckle. That'd be right. Have a nightmare and try to analyse it. That's Monica. He smiled, realising that he didn't think it was such a bad thing.
He made it to the kitchen before her but she was close behind.
"John why wasn't I in my jeans?" she asked while his back was turned.
"Didn't think you'd be very comfortable. They're on the end of the-" He turned, realising she'd found them and was wearing them again. She smiled.
"Yeah, I noticed." She gave him a suspicious look and he seemed taken aback, but she quickly relaxed and grabbed a mug out of the cupboard, putting it on the bench. "Thanks," she said, smiling as he watched her. "I hate sleeping in pants." John felt his ears burning as he poured her coffee and then one for himself. Was that directed at him or was it a general comment? He had no idea. Monica didn't seem to understand the implications of what she'd said, leaning against the kitchen bench and sipping her drink. John watched her quietly, but not too intensely. "Anyway," Monica started after several more moments. "I should go. Sorry I fell asleep on you last night. I had a good time."
"Yeah," John managed, nodding. "It's no problems, Monica. Any time."
Monica raised an eyebrow. Was that intended to mean she was welcome to come watch videos and eat takeout at his place any time, or she could fall asleep on him any time? She hoped he couldn't see her blushing. After finishing their coffee in silence Monica got together her things. They shared brief and insignificant conversations and she left, wishing him a good day. 'See ya' Monday' seemed to be becoming an awfully familiar phrase between them.
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