DISCLAIMER: UC: Undercover and its characters belong to the writers, creators, NBC, and a dozen others. NO infringement intended. All other original characters belong solely to the imagination of the author. Also, I know nothing of government operations and this is purely for fun. I hope I don't piss anyone off. If I mention certain groups for entertainment they were from a program at a local Ren fair and I will not use correct group names.
5 An Escort into the Past
True to his word, Frank followed her home after the Fair. She lived in a gated community so when they pulled up to the gate she stopped.
She greeted the guard at the gate with an exuberant, "Hi Jimmy!"
"Hi Connie. How was Fair?"
"Just great. This fellow here is with me."
"What's up with this," the guard countered, " You know better than to bring a stranger home, ma'am."
She laughed, "Oh Jimmy. Quit trying to be a big brother. Just get his badge number and pass him through. You can put him on my list of 'no advance notice' people. His name is Frank Donovan," she said before driving through the gate.
Jimmy did not like this one bit and stopped the stranger to check his ID. Sure enough, he showed a folder with a government badge. Jimmy took the number and details, making a note to check the guy out thoroughly with his friends downtown.
Connie pulled into her drive and Frank pulled in behind her. The two of them exited their vehicles at the same time and he walked her to her door.
He flashed her a boyish smile. "See? Safe and sound just as I promised."
"Thank you, my Lord," she said as she flashed him a smile.
"Would you like to go out to dinner," he asked.
"I am way too tired to go anywhere and I need a shower badly. It was so dusty today."
"I know. I need a shower too, but you do have to eat," he countered.
Connie, not wanting to sound easy, said, "I will just have a sandwich or something quick and fall into bed."
"Look, I will go home, shower and bring something back with me," Frank offered.
She smiled at him. "My, you are persistent aren't you?"
"That I am ma'am." He bowed at the waist and grinned.
She looked into his eyes and thought what the hell. "Okay, just don't be too quick about it. It will take me a bit to get all the dirt out of my hair."
He did a sweeping bow and turned to leave. "Any preference," he called out over his shoulder.
"Surprise me," she answered, and then watched him climb into his car before he backed out of the driveway.
My God, am I ever gullible, she thought to herself and turned to go inside. Once there, she quickly went up the stairs and stripped off her costume as she headed for the shower. No way was he going to catch her not ready.
As he drove home he couldn't help but see her face. God, he knew he would never be able to close his eyes again without seeing her beautiful blue eyes looking at him. The more he thought about her, the more he felt the connection. It was a familiar, yet unfamiliar. He knew what it was even though he was scarcely ready to admit it even to himself.
He shook off the feeling and sped through the gate at his home, throwing a casual wave to the guard. He was in a hurry. He could not wait to be with her again. He had the fastest shower on record that night and then set himself to thinking what to pick up for dinner. "God," he groaned, "What if she doesn't like what I pick? Should I go for sushi or something safer, like pizza?" He really wanted sushi so he decided to go for broke. What the hell. She might like it. She might not.
She came out of the shower, dried her hair, and put on what she called her comfy clothes: a tee shirt and long pants of the same material. They were kind of baggy and …well…comfy. She then dumped her Fair clothes into the washer and started it up.
"What have I gotten myself into," she asked herself as she sunk down onto the couch. "I don't even know this man. Oh well, it should be safe enough, Jimmy has his number." With that, she settled on the couch with a book to wait.
She awoke with a start to the sound of the doorbell ringing. "Oh shit…I fell asleep and I will so look like it." She got up and hurried to the door. Yep, it was Frank standing there with a bag full of styrofoam packages.
"Come in," she said as she opened the door.
He walked in and she led him to the kitchen. "I got sushi…I hope you like it?"
"I love it…as long as I don't have to eat eel, squid or octopus," she replied
He sighed with relief. "I don't like those either, so you have no fear that any of those will creep into the line up."
"Would you like the fifty cent tour? It will give me time to make some tea."
"Not unless you want tea. I am good with water with a touch of lemon. And yes, I would like the tour. Would you like to bet that I can give you the tour?"
"Okay, you're on!"
Without further discussion, he proceeded to take her on a tour of her own house.
"You know," she said, "It was not at all fair to pull up the plans to my house before coming over."
He laughed, "I didn't, you'll see why I know how it looks…eventually. Let's eat!"
She took a black lacquer platter from the cabinet and arranged the sushi on it. "Please get down two of the smaller plates, will you please, Frank?"
He did as she asked and then they brought everything into the den and placed the food on the low coffee table. She prepared the water with lemon and grabbed some moist towels for their hands. When she took everything back out, Frank had already placed cushions on the floor at opposite sides of the table and lit the candles.
"You do have a knack for this type of thing. Is it part of your government training," Connie asked, teasing him.
"No, as a matter of fact, I got it from my mother."
Frank looked up at her and handed her a set of chopsticks. "I didn't know if you knew how to use these, but I figured it couldn't hurt."
"Oh, I am fine with these with the rolls, but I do nigiri the easy way," she replied.
"And that is how?"
"Fingers." She stated simply "I am a klutz with the large pieces."
Just for the heck of it, Connie picked up a tuna roll with her chopsticks and offered it to him. He took it in his mouth and smiled at her.
Oh, my God! What did I just do? Feeding sushi is EROTIC! I am sooo in trouble now!
As she was admonishing herself, Frank returned the favor by holding out a piece of sushi to her. She shook her head and took it in her mouth. I am as good as skewered and cooked now, she thought.
Much to his amusement and her embarrassment, they continued this little game throughout the entire meal. Every time she would try to forget, he would hold a piece of some type of roll out to her and since she started it, she felt she could not refuse. Frank seemed to be getting quite a charge out the whole thing.
Finally it was over and they cleared the plates from the table. Connie put the dishes in the dishwasher and straightened up the kitchen. Then she heard music from the den. It seemed that Frank was not going to let the evening end easily. She walked out into the den to see that the pillows had been replaced on the couch and he was sitting there waiting for her. He stood up as she moved towards him.
"I really am tired," Connie said
"I had hoped to have a bit more time with you," he replied, taking her hands in his. "But I did promise that, on my honor, you would not be harmed. It seems that I must honor your request that I depart."
"Thank you, you are every bit the honorable knight." She bowed her head and curtseyed.
"I wish I could take you home with me. There is so much that I want to tell you and show you. Would you consider it?" Frank was looking at her intently, trying to will her to change her mind. He knew what would happen if she stayed by herself tonight and knew that she should not be alone.
"No, not tonight," Connie answered, even though her mind screamed at her to go with this man. "Everything is happening too quickly. I can't do this."
"As you wish, My Lady. You know how to reach me if you need me. If you call, I will come to you immediately."
He bowed and kissed her hand, readying to take his leave. As he was going out the door, he turned to her. "Will you accompany me to Fair tomorrow?"
"Yes. What time should I be ready?"
"Eight. I have to be there early as part of the fair."
"Eight it is. Until the morrow, My Lord."