REFLECTIONS
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 25 years
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
CHAPTER 11
"I ended up kissing your Dad that night, and agreeing to a date for the following night."
Raquel said, "So Dad was getting to you?"
"Maybe just a little. The kiss was not like anything I had experience. I really can't describe it, just that I knew it left me stunned."
Samantha drove home that night with Frank on her mind. She wanted so much to take a chance with him, but knew trouble was in the future if she did. She would go out with him on Saturday and that would be the end of any further contact with him.
Frank was right on time to pick Samantha up the next night, she hadn't really slept the night before and her nerves were on edge all day.
They drove to a quaint little restaurant outside of downtown, which was apparently one of Frank's favorite.
They were seated and order within in minutes of their arrival. Frank said, "Have I mentioned how beautiful you look tonight?"
Samantha smiled, "You just did, thank you. You look nice also, at least all the women you passed, took a double take."
"Didn't even notice, my eyes were on the woman walking in front of me." He said.
"Flattery gets you no where with me."
"I've noticed. Just what does a man have to do?" She remained silent and avoided the questions. Frank said, "Are you getting a list together?"
"No, I told you that I don't do dating well."
"Practice makes perfect, I have responded to that statement."
"Easier said then done, I'm afraid I am a boring date."
"No, actually refreshing. A woman that is not after my body or to get me in a bed."
"I'm sure you enjoy the fact that you have women swooning over you."
"No, it's quite annoying to be truthful. So let's go to a safer subject, why did you become a surgeon?"
"I actually want to be a vet, but animals couldn't tell you what's wrong with them. So I decided to tackle the ones that can."
"I would think it was better with the animals."
"I was too sensitive with them, because they were so helpless. I was a basket case if I even thought about it. With people it's a little easier to become detached."
"A machine without feelings."
"Not all the time. Why did you chose to put your life on the line every day?"
"I just fell into UC, I was actually a hostage negotiator with the FBI before."
"Why did you switch?"
"That's a story for another time. Ah here comes dinner."
"Saved by food." She said as the waiter delivered the food.
"So what would you like to do after this?" Frank asked.
"I thought dinner was it."
"I said a night of fun, eating is the fuel to do it."
"I don't do clubs or anything really. I'm more comfortable at home. Boring homebody."
"Not tonight."
"Well, sounds like you're more experience than me, so what ever you chose I make the best of it."
"That's spirit."
Once they got in his car after dinner he said, "Do you trust me?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Everyone has a choice. Will you let me plan the rest of the night?"
"Sure, a deal is a deal."
"I would like to think that this is the beginning of something more than a deal."
Again she was silent, she just need to get through this night.
Frank drove in silence, hoping that where he was going would not spook her. She said she was a homebody; well he was going to let her be a homebody in his home.
Samantha watched as the scenery changed and realized they were heading to Frank's apartment. Her stomach started to get knotted, panic was slowly setting in.
"Ah, where are we going?" She asked knowing the answer.
"My apartment." He said without missing a beat.
"Why?"
"Because you said you was a homebody. So I don't want to put you in a stressful environment. Video and Popcorn sound good to me."
Not more than two minutes later, her cell phone rang. She was being called in for an emergency, Frank could tell by her response.
She hung up and said, "I'm sorry, I have to get to the hospital."
"I figured, I'll take you there."
"Thanks, I'll catch a cab when I get done."
"No, I'll wait for you."
"That's asking too much of you. I don't know when I'll be done."
"No one asked me to wait for you. I already decided."
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 25 years
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
CHAPTER 11
"I ended up kissing your Dad that night, and agreeing to a date for the following night."
Raquel said, "So Dad was getting to you?"
"Maybe just a little. The kiss was not like anything I had experience. I really can't describe it, just that I knew it left me stunned."
Samantha drove home that night with Frank on her mind. She wanted so much to take a chance with him, but knew trouble was in the future if she did. She would go out with him on Saturday and that would be the end of any further contact with him.
Frank was right on time to pick Samantha up the next night, she hadn't really slept the night before and her nerves were on edge all day.
They drove to a quaint little restaurant outside of downtown, which was apparently one of Frank's favorite.
They were seated and order within in minutes of their arrival. Frank said, "Have I mentioned how beautiful you look tonight?"
Samantha smiled, "You just did, thank you. You look nice also, at least all the women you passed, took a double take."
"Didn't even notice, my eyes were on the woman walking in front of me." He said.
"Flattery gets you no where with me."
"I've noticed. Just what does a man have to do?" She remained silent and avoided the questions. Frank said, "Are you getting a list together?"
"No, I told you that I don't do dating well."
"Practice makes perfect, I have responded to that statement."
"Easier said then done, I'm afraid I am a boring date."
"No, actually refreshing. A woman that is not after my body or to get me in a bed."
"I'm sure you enjoy the fact that you have women swooning over you."
"No, it's quite annoying to be truthful. So let's go to a safer subject, why did you become a surgeon?"
"I actually want to be a vet, but animals couldn't tell you what's wrong with them. So I decided to tackle the ones that can."
"I would think it was better with the animals."
"I was too sensitive with them, because they were so helpless. I was a basket case if I even thought about it. With people it's a little easier to become detached."
"A machine without feelings."
"Not all the time. Why did you chose to put your life on the line every day?"
"I just fell into UC, I was actually a hostage negotiator with the FBI before."
"Why did you switch?"
"That's a story for another time. Ah here comes dinner."
"Saved by food." She said as the waiter delivered the food.
"So what would you like to do after this?" Frank asked.
"I thought dinner was it."
"I said a night of fun, eating is the fuel to do it."
"I don't do clubs or anything really. I'm more comfortable at home. Boring homebody."
"Not tonight."
"Well, sounds like you're more experience than me, so what ever you chose I make the best of it."
"That's spirit."
Once they got in his car after dinner he said, "Do you trust me?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Everyone has a choice. Will you let me plan the rest of the night?"
"Sure, a deal is a deal."
"I would like to think that this is the beginning of something more than a deal."
Again she was silent, she just need to get through this night.
Frank drove in silence, hoping that where he was going would not spook her. She said she was a homebody; well he was going to let her be a homebody in his home.
Samantha watched as the scenery changed and realized they were heading to Frank's apartment. Her stomach started to get knotted, panic was slowly setting in.
"Ah, where are we going?" She asked knowing the answer.
"My apartment." He said without missing a beat.
"Why?"
"Because you said you was a homebody. So I don't want to put you in a stressful environment. Video and Popcorn sound good to me."
Not more than two minutes later, her cell phone rang. She was being called in for an emergency, Frank could tell by her response.
She hung up and said, "I'm sorry, I have to get to the hospital."
"I figured, I'll take you there."
"Thanks, I'll catch a cab when I get done."
"No, I'll wait for you."
"That's asking too much of you. I don't know when I'll be done."
"No one asked me to wait for you. I already decided."