TITLE : Repercussions
AUTHOR : Karen Gomes (pyrie@hotmail.com)
CATEGORY : Even though it might look otherwise, it's SBR all the way.
RATING : R
SPOILERS : Probably
DISCLAIMER : All of the known characters/premises/plots belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY : An old flame returns in Bailey's life, forcing Sam to confront her feelings for him. But, these feelings could have dire consequences.
NOTES : Part Two. Enjoy. :) Criticism is more than welcome.don't worry, I'll keep the sacrificial burnings to a minimum.
Cheers! Gomes.
--------------- Repercussions (pt.2 ) ---------------
Atlanta
Bailey accelerated, until he was close enough to Sam's car to see her outline through the back windshield. He thought about calling her, but it would distract her too much. «What if she's in trouble?» Bailey was beside himself, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to protect her . . .
Sam knew something was wrong the minute she passed the first intersection. She knew it was a red light - she knew she had to stop. Only thing was, her car didn't want to comply with her demand. "Shit!" Sam repeated; it was soon becoming her favourite word. Luckily the roads were somewhat clear. Glancing in the rear-view mirror, she noticed Bailey's car close behind. «He must be wondering what the hell I'm doing.» She thought to herself. She stepped on the breaks again, and to no avail, the car did not stop. Suddenly, the car jerked forward, then started slowing down and Sam panicked for a few moments. «What's wrong now?!» She decided to risk it, and pulled to the shoulder. The car pulled to a very slow stop, slowly inching and then finally dying down. Sam glanced at her mirror and noticed Bailey had also stopped behind her. She opened the door, but remained in the car, hands clutching the steering wheel. She choked on a sob.
"Sam!" Bailey rushed to her side, and helped her out. He cupped her cheek in his hand and looked into her eyes. "What happened? Are you okay?" Sam nodded, unable to speak. She just looked at Bail, her eyes blank. Bailey kissed her gently on her forehead, he hated to see her in a state of shock like this. It was almost as if she was being terrorized, and Bailey had a feeling who it might be.
Sam narrowed her eyes and looked back at her car. "Someone cut my breaks." She said, plainly. "But I don't understand why I stopped." She walked around the car, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Stopping at the gas tank, she noticed that it wasn't fully shut. "Bail?"
Bailey lifted his head and met her gaze. "Yes?"
"Could you check my gas meter?" Sam asked, carefully unscrewing the lid.
"Empty, or just about." Bailey walked up behind her. He couldn't help but imagine the monstrosities that could have happened, had she forgotten to fill up her tank. "Good thing you didn't fill up, huh?" He asked, giving her shoulder a squeeze. He was so relieved that she was safe.
Liz watched the exchange from the car. Chewing on her lower lip, she debated whether or not to get out of the car. She understood that Sam and Bailey were best friends, but it worried her that they were so close. During the past few hours, Bailey had never mentioned that they were anything more than friends. She got the feeling that he was her protector, but other than that, it never went past friendship. «Which is good for me.» She grinned inwardly. Even when they had been dating when they were both at Quantico - Bailey had never mentioned any feelings towards her. «So why is he so damn attached now?» She asked herself. She had decided to play ignorant, pretending not to remember anything about Sam, but on the contrary, Bailey had often spoken about her. «Maybe he did love her.or at least care deeply, back then. Maybe he just hid it very well.» She shrugged to herself and got out of the car.
"I had a full tank when we got here, Bail." Sam said, placing the lid on the roof of the car. She placed her index and her thumb inside the tube and felt around. She glanced at Bailey and extracted an object.
"Jack." Bailey breathed and snatched the rose out of Sam's hand. "What is his game?" He asked, throwing the rose on the floor. "These fucking cryptic messages, almost killing you only to save you." Bailey pounded his fist on the hood of the car.
It was Sam's turn to calm Bailey down. "Bailey . . . " She grabbed hold of his hand, still balled up into a fist. Gently, she pried it open and laced her fingers with his. "Let's just get back to the center, and we'll figure this out." Sam said, rather calmly.
Bailey took a deep breath. "I just don't want anything to happen to you, that's all." Bailey gathered Sam in his arms, crushing her in a passionate embrace; one arm around her neck, the other arm around her waist. Sam responded by gripping the back of his shirt.
Liz sat on the hood of the car, watching the two caught in their own moment. She cleared her throat, hoping it would grab Bailey's attention. When that failed, she tried a more direct approach. "Handsome?" She walked up to Bailey and Sam.
Sam slowly released herself from Bailey's grasp, though she felt his arms linger slightly longer than needed. "Oh Liz. I didn't know you were here." Sam said, trying to be polite. She felt ashamed that she had come close to two accidents with Liz around. She felt as if this woman was judging her and she knew she couldn't compare to her. «She's won . . . » Sam thought, as Liz looped her arm through Bailey's.
Bailey couldn't take his eyes off Sam. He needed to feel her in his arms again, but she had pulled away. It was obvious to him that she didn't want to exceed a professional relationship. It was obvious and so very painful. He looked over at Liz. «Maybe a relationship aside from Sam will do me some good.» He thought to himself.
Sam closed her cell phone. "I called a tow-truck - they'll pick up the car tonight." She looked down at her feet, unsure what to do next.
"I'll drive you home." Bailey offered in a heartbeat. All three walked to the car, and Sam opened the passenger side, only to have Liz cut in front and sit in the seat beside Bailey. Sam rolled her eyes - an action that Bailey caught and he looked at her quizzically. She dropped her gaze and got into the backseat, scooting over behind Bailey. During the drive home, everyone was quiet - lost in their own thoughts. Bailey would often look in his rear-view mirror, making sure that Sam was okay. One time, their eyes made contact, and Bailey found it hard not to get lost in those crystal blue eyes.
"Bailey? Hon?!" Liz's voice interrupted his daydream. "You just passed a stop-sign back there."
"Oh." Bailey replied, distracted. He glanced once more at Sam and realized that she had been looking at him all the while.
Bailey finally pulled up in front of Sam's house. "Are you sure you want to be alone, Sam?" Bailey asked, turning in his seat. Sam only nodded and stared at the house. Bailey sat there for awhile, just staring at Sam's beautiful face. He enjoyed studying her profile and often realized that her face was permanently engraved in his mind. "You can stay with me, Sam." Bailey offered. He flinched slightly as Liz dug her nails into his thigh and gave him a warning look.
"It's okay, thanks Bail." Sam said softly, and numbly got out of the car. She started walking towards her house but then froze at the doorway. She couldn't go in - she couldn't bring herself to reach for the door. She bit her quivering lower lip and just stared at the door.
Bailey watched as Sam ceased all movement. He was out of the car and by her side in three seconds flat. He gathered her into his arms once more, pressing his body against hers. However, she didn't respond; her arms just hung loosely at her sides. "Sam? Sweetheart?" Bailey looked into her eyes and a vacant look stared back at her. "Christ. She's going into some sort of emotional shock." He said to himself. He guided her back to his car and lay her in the backseat. "I'm taking her home." He said, off-hand to Liz.
Liz crossed her arms over her chest and stared out the window. "You can drop me off at May's Bed and Breakfast." She shrugged.
Bailey felt bad for Liz. He still felt emotions stir in his heart everytime she was near, but it was nothing compared to what his heart was singing, everytime Sam was in close proximity. Even the mere thought of Sam was able to arouse love. Bailey stopped in front of May's and looked at Liz expectantly. "Can I see you again?" He asked her, shyly.
Liz smiled seductively. "I've taken up residence in Atlanta - I'm just waiting until the renovations in my house are complete." She licked her lips and then leaned forward, roughly caressing Bailey's. She forced her tongue into his mouth, tasting him. Pulling back, she smiled, "You always were a great kisser." She opened the passenger door. "Hope I'll be seeing more of you . . ." She trailed off, her eyes diving towards his crotch. Bailey smiled, and waved her off. "Call me." He tossed his business card in her direction. She smiled, and closed the door shut.
Bailey looked back in the rear-view mirror and noticed Sam was sitting upright, staring out the window. "Sam?" He asked.
Her eyes shifted in his direction, but she didn't even bother to turn her head. Sam had seen and heard the exchange between Bailey and Liz, and it sickened her. It almost made her physically ill that Bailey was with someone else, now. That he was going to be having . . . with someone else. «That he loves someone else.» She thought to herself sadly.
Bailey pulled up to his house and opened the door for Sam. "Don't worry : a little rest, and you'll be good as new. I'll cook you dinner, and draw you a warm bath, okay?" He told her, placing his arm around her waist and guiding her to the door.
Little did both the agents know, was that they had been followed. The figure lurked behind some trees, drenched in shade and darkness. Only a small streak of smoke floated to the stars, gently swaying in the breeze, where the trees whispered, "Sam . . . "
TBC
AUTHOR : Karen Gomes (pyrie@hotmail.com)
CATEGORY : Even though it might look otherwise, it's SBR all the way.
RATING : R
SPOILERS : Probably
DISCLAIMER : All of the known characters/premises/plots belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY : An old flame returns in Bailey's life, forcing Sam to confront her feelings for him. But, these feelings could have dire consequences.
NOTES : Part Two. Enjoy. :) Criticism is more than welcome.don't worry, I'll keep the sacrificial burnings to a minimum.
Cheers! Gomes.
--------------- Repercussions (pt.2 ) ---------------
Atlanta
Bailey accelerated, until he was close enough to Sam's car to see her outline through the back windshield. He thought about calling her, but it would distract her too much. «What if she's in trouble?» Bailey was beside himself, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to protect her . . .
Sam knew something was wrong the minute she passed the first intersection. She knew it was a red light - she knew she had to stop. Only thing was, her car didn't want to comply with her demand. "Shit!" Sam repeated; it was soon becoming her favourite word. Luckily the roads were somewhat clear. Glancing in the rear-view mirror, she noticed Bailey's car close behind. «He must be wondering what the hell I'm doing.» She thought to herself. She stepped on the breaks again, and to no avail, the car did not stop. Suddenly, the car jerked forward, then started slowing down and Sam panicked for a few moments. «What's wrong now?!» She decided to risk it, and pulled to the shoulder. The car pulled to a very slow stop, slowly inching and then finally dying down. Sam glanced at her mirror and noticed Bailey had also stopped behind her. She opened the door, but remained in the car, hands clutching the steering wheel. She choked on a sob.
"Sam!" Bailey rushed to her side, and helped her out. He cupped her cheek in his hand and looked into her eyes. "What happened? Are you okay?" Sam nodded, unable to speak. She just looked at Bail, her eyes blank. Bailey kissed her gently on her forehead, he hated to see her in a state of shock like this. It was almost as if she was being terrorized, and Bailey had a feeling who it might be.
Sam narrowed her eyes and looked back at her car. "Someone cut my breaks." She said, plainly. "But I don't understand why I stopped." She walked around the car, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Stopping at the gas tank, she noticed that it wasn't fully shut. "Bail?"
Bailey lifted his head and met her gaze. "Yes?"
"Could you check my gas meter?" Sam asked, carefully unscrewing the lid.
"Empty, or just about." Bailey walked up behind her. He couldn't help but imagine the monstrosities that could have happened, had she forgotten to fill up her tank. "Good thing you didn't fill up, huh?" He asked, giving her shoulder a squeeze. He was so relieved that she was safe.
Liz watched the exchange from the car. Chewing on her lower lip, she debated whether or not to get out of the car. She understood that Sam and Bailey were best friends, but it worried her that they were so close. During the past few hours, Bailey had never mentioned that they were anything more than friends. She got the feeling that he was her protector, but other than that, it never went past friendship. «Which is good for me.» She grinned inwardly. Even when they had been dating when they were both at Quantico - Bailey had never mentioned any feelings towards her. «So why is he so damn attached now?» She asked herself. She had decided to play ignorant, pretending not to remember anything about Sam, but on the contrary, Bailey had often spoken about her. «Maybe he did love her.or at least care deeply, back then. Maybe he just hid it very well.» She shrugged to herself and got out of the car.
"I had a full tank when we got here, Bail." Sam said, placing the lid on the roof of the car. She placed her index and her thumb inside the tube and felt around. She glanced at Bailey and extracted an object.
"Jack." Bailey breathed and snatched the rose out of Sam's hand. "What is his game?" He asked, throwing the rose on the floor. "These fucking cryptic messages, almost killing you only to save you." Bailey pounded his fist on the hood of the car.
It was Sam's turn to calm Bailey down. "Bailey . . . " She grabbed hold of his hand, still balled up into a fist. Gently, she pried it open and laced her fingers with his. "Let's just get back to the center, and we'll figure this out." Sam said, rather calmly.
Bailey took a deep breath. "I just don't want anything to happen to you, that's all." Bailey gathered Sam in his arms, crushing her in a passionate embrace; one arm around her neck, the other arm around her waist. Sam responded by gripping the back of his shirt.
Liz sat on the hood of the car, watching the two caught in their own moment. She cleared her throat, hoping it would grab Bailey's attention. When that failed, she tried a more direct approach. "Handsome?" She walked up to Bailey and Sam.
Sam slowly released herself from Bailey's grasp, though she felt his arms linger slightly longer than needed. "Oh Liz. I didn't know you were here." Sam said, trying to be polite. She felt ashamed that she had come close to two accidents with Liz around. She felt as if this woman was judging her and she knew she couldn't compare to her. «She's won . . . » Sam thought, as Liz looped her arm through Bailey's.
Bailey couldn't take his eyes off Sam. He needed to feel her in his arms again, but she had pulled away. It was obvious to him that she didn't want to exceed a professional relationship. It was obvious and so very painful. He looked over at Liz. «Maybe a relationship aside from Sam will do me some good.» He thought to himself.
Sam closed her cell phone. "I called a tow-truck - they'll pick up the car tonight." She looked down at her feet, unsure what to do next.
"I'll drive you home." Bailey offered in a heartbeat. All three walked to the car, and Sam opened the passenger side, only to have Liz cut in front and sit in the seat beside Bailey. Sam rolled her eyes - an action that Bailey caught and he looked at her quizzically. She dropped her gaze and got into the backseat, scooting over behind Bailey. During the drive home, everyone was quiet - lost in their own thoughts. Bailey would often look in his rear-view mirror, making sure that Sam was okay. One time, their eyes made contact, and Bailey found it hard not to get lost in those crystal blue eyes.
"Bailey? Hon?!" Liz's voice interrupted his daydream. "You just passed a stop-sign back there."
"Oh." Bailey replied, distracted. He glanced once more at Sam and realized that she had been looking at him all the while.
Bailey finally pulled up in front of Sam's house. "Are you sure you want to be alone, Sam?" Bailey asked, turning in his seat. Sam only nodded and stared at the house. Bailey sat there for awhile, just staring at Sam's beautiful face. He enjoyed studying her profile and often realized that her face was permanently engraved in his mind. "You can stay with me, Sam." Bailey offered. He flinched slightly as Liz dug her nails into his thigh and gave him a warning look.
"It's okay, thanks Bail." Sam said softly, and numbly got out of the car. She started walking towards her house but then froze at the doorway. She couldn't go in - she couldn't bring herself to reach for the door. She bit her quivering lower lip and just stared at the door.
Bailey watched as Sam ceased all movement. He was out of the car and by her side in three seconds flat. He gathered her into his arms once more, pressing his body against hers. However, she didn't respond; her arms just hung loosely at her sides. "Sam? Sweetheart?" Bailey looked into her eyes and a vacant look stared back at her. "Christ. She's going into some sort of emotional shock." He said to himself. He guided her back to his car and lay her in the backseat. "I'm taking her home." He said, off-hand to Liz.
Liz crossed her arms over her chest and stared out the window. "You can drop me off at May's Bed and Breakfast." She shrugged.
Bailey felt bad for Liz. He still felt emotions stir in his heart everytime she was near, but it was nothing compared to what his heart was singing, everytime Sam was in close proximity. Even the mere thought of Sam was able to arouse love. Bailey stopped in front of May's and looked at Liz expectantly. "Can I see you again?" He asked her, shyly.
Liz smiled seductively. "I've taken up residence in Atlanta - I'm just waiting until the renovations in my house are complete." She licked her lips and then leaned forward, roughly caressing Bailey's. She forced her tongue into his mouth, tasting him. Pulling back, she smiled, "You always were a great kisser." She opened the passenger door. "Hope I'll be seeing more of you . . ." She trailed off, her eyes diving towards his crotch. Bailey smiled, and waved her off. "Call me." He tossed his business card in her direction. She smiled, and closed the door shut.
Bailey looked back in the rear-view mirror and noticed Sam was sitting upright, staring out the window. "Sam?" He asked.
Her eyes shifted in his direction, but she didn't even bother to turn her head. Sam had seen and heard the exchange between Bailey and Liz, and it sickened her. It almost made her physically ill that Bailey was with someone else, now. That he was going to be having . . . with someone else. «That he loves someone else.» She thought to herself sadly.
Bailey pulled up to his house and opened the door for Sam. "Don't worry : a little rest, and you'll be good as new. I'll cook you dinner, and draw you a warm bath, okay?" He told her, placing his arm around her waist and guiding her to the door.
Little did both the agents know, was that they had been followed. The figure lurked behind some trees, drenched in shade and darkness. Only a small streak of smoke floated to the stars, gently swaying in the breeze, where the trees whispered, "Sam . . . "
TBC