TITLE : Compromising Situation
AUTHOR : Karen Gomes (pyrie@hotmail.com)
CATEGORY : SBR
RATING : R
SPOILERS : Probably
DISCLAIMER : All of the known characters/premises/plots belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY : Bailey's actions leads to Sam's capture by Jack, and revelations ensue.
NOTES : I hope everyone is enjoying my fic so far. Again, criticism is more than welcome.
Cheers!
Gomes.
------------------------------- Compromising Situation (pt.10) -------------------------------
December 30th -- Delta Hospital, British Columbia
Sam awoke lazily, taking her time to adjust her eyes to the surroundings. A soft hue emitted from the sun danced through a naked window, laughing designs on the covers that adorned the bed. She looked around and saw Grace sleeping peacefully in a chair. Tossing her legs over the bed, she remained in a sitting position. «Why am I here? I just can't remember what happened . . .» She pressed two fingers to her temple and began massaging it. «Jack had captured me, and . . . the water! He had put something in the water!» She nodded to herself. «Now before . . . we're here in Vancouver to investigate a series of murders.» She paused and bit her lower lip. "What else, what else?" She whispered to herself, willing herself to remember. «Bailey accompanied me . . . BAIL!!» She stood up; still feeling a little dizzy, she grasped the bed to steady herself.
Grace opened her eyes and saw Sam leaning on the bed. "Hey!" She said, with a warm smile. She rushed over and gave her friend a gentle hug. "How do you feel?"
"Terrible." Sam exclaimed as John walked into the room. "Where's Bailey?" Tears threatened to spill.
"He went home." Grace said softly. "Said he wasn't feeling well."
"He's alive?" Sam choked out. She closed her eyes with relief. "When can I go home?"
"Now." Grace said, holding Sam's arm. "You were given a small amount of diluted Rohypnol, Sam." Grace said, off Sam's concern. "It wasn't enough to create dependency or cause physical harm - just to knock you out for a few hours."
Sam shook her head, forcing herself to remember. "Jack . . . did he -"
"- Bailey said that you were unharmed when he arrived in the cave where Jack had you. Your shirt was cut open . . . " Grace said, guiding Sam to the door. "I guess Bailey came in the nick of time." She said, reassuringly.
"Then he left." Sam shrugged bitterly. "And Jack?"
John stepped up from behind. "Jack's dead, Sam." He said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "An officer in Vancouver shot in, and he fell off the side of the cliff, crashing into the jagged rocks below."
Sam nodded, and smiled weakly. She was finally free of Jack.
***
December 30th -- Vancouver International Airport, British Columbia
As the team boarded the plane, Sam felt relieved. She sat down in her seat with a sigh of contentment, and glanced outside her window. Men with fluorescent orange flashlights busied around, guiding planes, trucks and people to their destined spots. Sam closed her eyes, and rested her head back. She pictured her new life: a two story house, with a white picket fence. She could vividly picture Chloe playing in the backyard with her friends. She would be watching them from the kitchen window, and not worrying about a deranged stalker stealing her child . . . her life. Sam continued to imagine hearing the front door open of her house, and Chloe running to greet whoever was at the door. Chloe would run into the mystery man's arms, and he would give her a big bear hug, causing her to squeal with delight. Stepping into the kitchen, he would place a gentle, but passionate kiss on Sam's lips. Sam opened her eyes; she didn't know how long she had been day-dreaming, but she felt as though she was nearing Georgia. She looked around, noticing that the rest of the team were asleep. «You know damn well who that man was.» Sam told herself. Sam tried to ignore the little voice in her head, but all of her attempts were futile. «You still don't want to accept the fact that he left you.» Sam closed her eyes and a single tear slipped from the corner. «He was in pain.» She tried to reason with herself. «Bullshit and you know it. He didn't want to see you.» Sam got up and headed to the bathroom. Inside, she let the water run cold, and splashed some on her face - cooling herself down. As she dried her face, she looked in the mirror. Her eyes traveled to her neck, and rested upon the necklace. Her brow furrowed as she thought back to the night Jack abducted her. «But, it broke . . . did he fix it?» She gently touched it. Her thoughts were interrupted by the captain's announcement of their arrival in Georgia. Sam hurried back to her seat, and buckled up.
"There you are." Grace yawned and stretched a bit. "Did you have a good rest?"
Sam smiled. "Not as much as those two." She pointed to John and George, both leaning on each other, deep in Slumberland and oblivious to everything around them. Grace and Sam shared a laugh as the plane reached it's destination.
***
December 30th -- Hartsfield International Airport, Atlanta
The team stepped into Atlanta's chilly evening. "Good to be home." John commented as he hailed a taxi. John sat in front as George, Grace and Sam got into the back.
"Where to?" The driver asked.
Each looked at the other. "Home . . . " Sam whispered. The taxi driver nodded, as they each gave their coordinates. Sam was first to be dropped home. As she got out of the car, John called after her.
"Bailey said that he'd see us after the holidays, that means that there are no pressing cases at the moment, so enjoy your time off, Sam." John smiled.
"Get some rest, Sam." George called after and Grace bid her farewell.
Sam greeted the two guards, smiling that she would no longer need anybody to watch over her. «But you know who you would *love* to have to protect you . . .» The voice in her head instigated. Sam shook her head and collapsed on her bed. "I wonder if Bailey's in the office?" She asked herself out loud. She rolled her eyes at her ridiculous question. "Of course he's there." She shook her head and climbed into the shower. Coming out fresh and rejuvenated, she grabbed an apple to munch on the way and hopped into her car. She had to see Bailey.
***
December 30th -- VCTF, Atlanta
Bailey had just stepped out of the shower in the gym located in the VCTF building. He had run a few miles, then hit the punching bag for an hour. His muscles ached, especially his shoulder. It hadn't fully healed, and he had been angry at the fact that his left hook was now weaker than before. «No pain, no gain.» Bailey repeated the over-used pep-phrase over and over. He had stepped into his office, and stripped down to his boxer-briefs, preparing to change back into his suit. He tossed his sweaty shorts and t- shirt into his duffel bag and went to retrieve his suit.
Sam walked into her mentor's office and her eyes almost detached themselves from their sockets. There stood her boss, worthy of the name 'God' in all his glory - and only in underwear. His back was to her, so she figured he didn't realize that she was there.
"Sam." Bailey breathed, still not turning around. He had felt her presence but he didn't want to believe that she was here. He still didn't want to face her, and Jack's words pounded his thoughts. «What makes me any different than Jack?» He cursed himself as he began to put his pants on, but a hand was placed on his arm, urging him to stop. "What are you doing here, Sam?" Bailey asked, avoiding eye contact.
"If I knew there was going to be a free peep-show, I would have been here earlier." Sam grinned, and traced her hand up Bailey's arm.
"I didn't think anyone was here . . . " Bailey tried to explain himself.
She continued caressing his shoulder, past the back of his neck, up to his left shoulder, where here eyes fell upon the circular scar. "Bail . . . " She whispered as she gently placed a kiss.
Bailey moaned softly and the pants fell from his grasp. He was powerless under Sam's touch. "Sam, don't do this . . ." Bailey said, closing his eyes from pain and pleasure.
Sam guided Bailey to the couch, and pushed him down. She then straddled him, rubbing against his growing member. She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. Sam then withdrew and looked Bailey in the eyes. A conflicting war was raging, and Sam saw Bailey's struggle to follow his heart, or follow his mind. "Don't feel bad about what you did at the hotel." Sam reassured him. She bent down to kiss him once more, but Bailey leaned in first and kissed her hungrily. Sam grasped on to his shoulders, fearful that she might fall backwards due to Bailey's power. Her tongue mingled with his, as he gently slipped a hand under her shirt. He cupped her breast through her bra, causing Sam to moan against his lips. She pressed herself harder against his arousal. When the kiss ended, Sam leaned against Bailey's chest, catching her breath. She could still feel his erection pressing against her groin and she rhythmically began to move against it.
Bailey's eyes suddenly grew dark, and he withdrew his hand from underneath Sam's shirt. "I can't do this." He stated, lifting Sam up and dropping her gently on the couch. He retrieved his pants and put on his white shirt, not bothering to button it up. "I'm sorry Sam." He said, not able to look at her. He just stared at the floor.
Sam took a deep breath, as tears stung her eyes. She walked up to him, and looked at him, as a few tears escaped, cascading down her flushed cheeks. When Bailey finally looked at her, she slapped him hard, across the face. "Me too." She muttered, and escaped from his office, leaving behind a confused Bailey.
--TBC--
AUTHOR : Karen Gomes (pyrie@hotmail.com)
CATEGORY : SBR
RATING : R
SPOILERS : Probably
DISCLAIMER : All of the known characters/premises/plots belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY : Bailey's actions leads to Sam's capture by Jack, and revelations ensue.
NOTES : I hope everyone is enjoying my fic so far. Again, criticism is more than welcome.
Cheers!
Gomes.
------------------------------- Compromising Situation (pt.10) -------------------------------
December 30th -- Delta Hospital, British Columbia
Sam awoke lazily, taking her time to adjust her eyes to the surroundings. A soft hue emitted from the sun danced through a naked window, laughing designs on the covers that adorned the bed. She looked around and saw Grace sleeping peacefully in a chair. Tossing her legs over the bed, she remained in a sitting position. «Why am I here? I just can't remember what happened . . .» She pressed two fingers to her temple and began massaging it. «Jack had captured me, and . . . the water! He had put something in the water!» She nodded to herself. «Now before . . . we're here in Vancouver to investigate a series of murders.» She paused and bit her lower lip. "What else, what else?" She whispered to herself, willing herself to remember. «Bailey accompanied me . . . BAIL!!» She stood up; still feeling a little dizzy, she grasped the bed to steady herself.
Grace opened her eyes and saw Sam leaning on the bed. "Hey!" She said, with a warm smile. She rushed over and gave her friend a gentle hug. "How do you feel?"
"Terrible." Sam exclaimed as John walked into the room. "Where's Bailey?" Tears threatened to spill.
"He went home." Grace said softly. "Said he wasn't feeling well."
"He's alive?" Sam choked out. She closed her eyes with relief. "When can I go home?"
"Now." Grace said, holding Sam's arm. "You were given a small amount of diluted Rohypnol, Sam." Grace said, off Sam's concern. "It wasn't enough to create dependency or cause physical harm - just to knock you out for a few hours."
Sam shook her head, forcing herself to remember. "Jack . . . did he -"
"- Bailey said that you were unharmed when he arrived in the cave where Jack had you. Your shirt was cut open . . . " Grace said, guiding Sam to the door. "I guess Bailey came in the nick of time." She said, reassuringly.
"Then he left." Sam shrugged bitterly. "And Jack?"
John stepped up from behind. "Jack's dead, Sam." He said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "An officer in Vancouver shot in, and he fell off the side of the cliff, crashing into the jagged rocks below."
Sam nodded, and smiled weakly. She was finally free of Jack.
***
December 30th -- Vancouver International Airport, British Columbia
As the team boarded the plane, Sam felt relieved. She sat down in her seat with a sigh of contentment, and glanced outside her window. Men with fluorescent orange flashlights busied around, guiding planes, trucks and people to their destined spots. Sam closed her eyes, and rested her head back. She pictured her new life: a two story house, with a white picket fence. She could vividly picture Chloe playing in the backyard with her friends. She would be watching them from the kitchen window, and not worrying about a deranged stalker stealing her child . . . her life. Sam continued to imagine hearing the front door open of her house, and Chloe running to greet whoever was at the door. Chloe would run into the mystery man's arms, and he would give her a big bear hug, causing her to squeal with delight. Stepping into the kitchen, he would place a gentle, but passionate kiss on Sam's lips. Sam opened her eyes; she didn't know how long she had been day-dreaming, but she felt as though she was nearing Georgia. She looked around, noticing that the rest of the team were asleep. «You know damn well who that man was.» Sam told herself. Sam tried to ignore the little voice in her head, but all of her attempts were futile. «You still don't want to accept the fact that he left you.» Sam closed her eyes and a single tear slipped from the corner. «He was in pain.» She tried to reason with herself. «Bullshit and you know it. He didn't want to see you.» Sam got up and headed to the bathroom. Inside, she let the water run cold, and splashed some on her face - cooling herself down. As she dried her face, she looked in the mirror. Her eyes traveled to her neck, and rested upon the necklace. Her brow furrowed as she thought back to the night Jack abducted her. «But, it broke . . . did he fix it?» She gently touched it. Her thoughts were interrupted by the captain's announcement of their arrival in Georgia. Sam hurried back to her seat, and buckled up.
"There you are." Grace yawned and stretched a bit. "Did you have a good rest?"
Sam smiled. "Not as much as those two." She pointed to John and George, both leaning on each other, deep in Slumberland and oblivious to everything around them. Grace and Sam shared a laugh as the plane reached it's destination.
***
December 30th -- Hartsfield International Airport, Atlanta
The team stepped into Atlanta's chilly evening. "Good to be home." John commented as he hailed a taxi. John sat in front as George, Grace and Sam got into the back.
"Where to?" The driver asked.
Each looked at the other. "Home . . . " Sam whispered. The taxi driver nodded, as they each gave their coordinates. Sam was first to be dropped home. As she got out of the car, John called after her.
"Bailey said that he'd see us after the holidays, that means that there are no pressing cases at the moment, so enjoy your time off, Sam." John smiled.
"Get some rest, Sam." George called after and Grace bid her farewell.
Sam greeted the two guards, smiling that she would no longer need anybody to watch over her. «But you know who you would *love* to have to protect you . . .» The voice in her head instigated. Sam shook her head and collapsed on her bed. "I wonder if Bailey's in the office?" She asked herself out loud. She rolled her eyes at her ridiculous question. "Of course he's there." She shook her head and climbed into the shower. Coming out fresh and rejuvenated, she grabbed an apple to munch on the way and hopped into her car. She had to see Bailey.
***
December 30th -- VCTF, Atlanta
Bailey had just stepped out of the shower in the gym located in the VCTF building. He had run a few miles, then hit the punching bag for an hour. His muscles ached, especially his shoulder. It hadn't fully healed, and he had been angry at the fact that his left hook was now weaker than before. «No pain, no gain.» Bailey repeated the over-used pep-phrase over and over. He had stepped into his office, and stripped down to his boxer-briefs, preparing to change back into his suit. He tossed his sweaty shorts and t- shirt into his duffel bag and went to retrieve his suit.
Sam walked into her mentor's office and her eyes almost detached themselves from their sockets. There stood her boss, worthy of the name 'God' in all his glory - and only in underwear. His back was to her, so she figured he didn't realize that she was there.
"Sam." Bailey breathed, still not turning around. He had felt her presence but he didn't want to believe that she was here. He still didn't want to face her, and Jack's words pounded his thoughts. «What makes me any different than Jack?» He cursed himself as he began to put his pants on, but a hand was placed on his arm, urging him to stop. "What are you doing here, Sam?" Bailey asked, avoiding eye contact.
"If I knew there was going to be a free peep-show, I would have been here earlier." Sam grinned, and traced her hand up Bailey's arm.
"I didn't think anyone was here . . . " Bailey tried to explain himself.
She continued caressing his shoulder, past the back of his neck, up to his left shoulder, where here eyes fell upon the circular scar. "Bail . . . " She whispered as she gently placed a kiss.
Bailey moaned softly and the pants fell from his grasp. He was powerless under Sam's touch. "Sam, don't do this . . ." Bailey said, closing his eyes from pain and pleasure.
Sam guided Bailey to the couch, and pushed him down. She then straddled him, rubbing against his growing member. She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. Sam then withdrew and looked Bailey in the eyes. A conflicting war was raging, and Sam saw Bailey's struggle to follow his heart, or follow his mind. "Don't feel bad about what you did at the hotel." Sam reassured him. She bent down to kiss him once more, but Bailey leaned in first and kissed her hungrily. Sam grasped on to his shoulders, fearful that she might fall backwards due to Bailey's power. Her tongue mingled with his, as he gently slipped a hand under her shirt. He cupped her breast through her bra, causing Sam to moan against his lips. She pressed herself harder against his arousal. When the kiss ended, Sam leaned against Bailey's chest, catching her breath. She could still feel his erection pressing against her groin and she rhythmically began to move against it.
Bailey's eyes suddenly grew dark, and he withdrew his hand from underneath Sam's shirt. "I can't do this." He stated, lifting Sam up and dropping her gently on the couch. He retrieved his pants and put on his white shirt, not bothering to button it up. "I'm sorry Sam." He said, not able to look at her. He just stared at the floor.
Sam took a deep breath, as tears stung her eyes. She walked up to him, and looked at him, as a few tears escaped, cascading down her flushed cheeks. When Bailey finally looked at her, she slapped him hard, across the face. "Me too." She muttered, and escaped from his office, leaving behind a confused Bailey.
--TBC--