TITLE : Mummy Dearest
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 : A series of bizarre murders lead the VCTF team to Brooklyn, and a strange encounter brings Sam and Bailey closer than ever.
NOTES : I probably didn't portray Coop verbatim to the actual character, but this is how *I* see him. But I did tone it down a little . . . you should have seen my original sketch of him! evilgrin
Cheers!
Gomes.
---------------- Mummy Dearest, part 7. ----------------
Comfort Inn, Brooklyn
Sam's eyes fluttered open, as a few stray rays of sun caressed her face. She lay there, basking in the warmth that was cast by Bailey's body. She sighed contently, and arched her back, molding herself into his body. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, she noted that they would have to leave and meet up with the rest of the team in two hours. She shifted her weight ever so slowly, trying desperately not to wake her mentor. She gracefully slid of the bed and glanced back at him. He was still lying on his side, with one arm folded under his pillow, while the other lay loosely somewhat in front of him, where she had once laid. His face was relaxed, and his mouth was partially open. Her eyes wandered over his body, taking in his handsome features and aching to feel love. She stepped into the bathroom to freshen up, and decided to have a quick shower before Bailey woke up.
Bailey's eyes flew open when he no longer felt Sam in his arms. He sat up in a panic, and looked around the room: everything seemed to be in order. He got up and finally heard the shower running. Letting out a sigh of relief, he stretched his tired muscles and reached for his bath robe. A knock on the door deterred him from his current task, and he proceeded to answer it. Bailey began to open the door, when Coop pushed him aside and stormed in.
"Where is she?" He asked, angered.
"I see your hangover has passed." Bailey remarked, and walked towards his bathrobe.
"Malone. Did you trick her? Kidnap her?" Coop began to overreact. He heard the shower on. "You slept with her." It was more of a statement than a question.
Bailey rolled his eyes. "You're paranoid, Coop. Just go home, you're not part of this team."
"I'm taking Sam with me." Coop reached for the bathroom door.
Bailey stopped him. "Let her finish her shower, then talk to her." He paused and dared the ATF agent to defy him. Coop took a step back. "This isn't over."
Bailey shrugged. "Just get out of my room." After Coop had left, Bailey put on his robe and lay down on top of the covers. He closed his eyes and took a series of deep breaths - trying to calm himself down.
"Hey you." Sam stepped out of the bathroom, clad in a terry-cloth bathrobe. She was sure that Bailey must have used it after his shower last night, for his distinct smell still hung off the fabric. She had stood in the bathroom for quite awhile, inhaling and lolling in his scent, hoping that her skin would just absorb it.
"Sam." Bailey smiled. "We have to meet the team in about an hour and fifteen." He got up and headed towards the bathroom. He stopped in front of her. "So. . . about last night . . . are you feeling better?"
Sam nodded and put her arms around his neck. "Thank you so much." She whispered.
Bailey rested his arms on her hips. His hand unconsciously began gently gliding up and down, from her thigh all the way to her waist. His breath was cut short when he heard her moan. "Sam, I -"
" - Sam!" Bailey was interrupted by Coop who barged into the room.
Sam and Bailey broke apart, and Sam walked over to her boyfriend. "What, honey?" She asked, innocently.
Coop opened his mouth to speak but then thought better of it. "Nothing, I was just worried about you, that's all." He moved in to hug her, glaring at Bailey over her shoulder. "I missed you last night."
Sam smiled, though a little uncertainly. "Let's go to our room, okay?" She grabbed his hand and guided him to the room across.
Bailey watched silently as Sam and Coop disappeared into their room. He sighed, wondering what she saw in that gum-chewing jerk, but pushed those thoughts out of his mind. He stepped into the bathroom and closed his eyes; her aroma still hung in the now-misty bathroom. He disrobed and stepped into the shower stall, letting the hot water cascade down his back. He let the water trickle down his face, and slicked his hair back. He began soaping himself and imagined Sam's hands touching him. . . loving him. He looked down and cursed himself for getting so aroused. He turned on the cold water and stayed in until his body got used to the temperature. Stepping out, he grabbed a towel off the rack and reached for his terry- cloth bathrobe. "Damnit." He muttered, realizing that Sam had it. He dried himself off, and wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out to get dressed.
"Bailey!" Sam exclaimed.
Bailey stood there, like a deer caught in the headlights. He grabbed the towel, making sure that it was covering him securely. "Sam, what's wrong?" He asked, instantly concerned.
Sam's eyes roamed over his naked chest; a drizzle of water still present, causing his chest hair to glimmer in the light. She tried to avert her attention elsewhere, but her eyes were feasting his body and she couldn't tear them away. "Um. . . George sent a package, specifically addressed to you. I didn't read it or anything - I mean, it's for your eyes only. . ." She bit her lower lip, knowing full-well that she was babbling. "Sorry, I knocked and there was no answer. . .and then I got worried, so I let myself in, and you immediately stepped out in that towel, and . . ." Sam slapped her forehead.
Bailey smiled. "Hey, next time I'll charge for the show." He tried to lighten the mood.
Sam smiled, and cast her eyes downwards. "So, I'll leave it here," she left it on the desk, "and I'll see you in about forty minutes." She almost ran out of his room.
Bailey's brow furrowed at Sam's behaviour. His eyes fell upon the package and he reached to open it. Inside was a paper, a photo and a black baseball cap with the initials 'S.A.L' on the front. He looked at the picture and then at the paper. Smiling slyly, he rummaged through his bag and pulled out a black t-shirt and a black pair of pants. Quickly dressing and shaving, he put the cap on and checked himself in the mirror. He opened the door and peeped outside: it was deserted. Locking the door behind him, he jogged towards the elevator and descended to the ground floor. He hailed a cab and directed the cabby to drive to the museum.
***
Comfort Inn, Brooklyn
Meanwhile, back at the Inn, Sam was sitting on the bed, listening to Coop rant. "Coop, calm down." She finally spoke up. "I'm hurt that you don't trust me."
"It's not you, babe. . . it's him." Coop replied, childishly.
Sam rubbed his back. "Bailey's been my friend for ages, I would know if he felt anything for me." Sam said, but more as a reality check for herself. The moment in the room when he was touching her had lead her to believe that perhaps there were more feelings present than either of them had realized. But she was sure that it was just her mind playing tricks, stretching the situation so that it would match her fantasy.
"There's still something wrong with him." Coop said, his lip curled.
Sam was tired of listening to him poison her mind about Bailey's intentions. "Look, maybe you should just go home, and we'll discuss this further after the case." Sam suggested. She wanted to break up with him now, but she figured it would be less difficult when her mind was unoccupied.
Coop looked at Sam surprised. "You're breaking up with me?" Sam didn't give a reply, but merely chewed on her lower lip. "I can't believe you're breaking up with me! Is it because Malone's a better lay?" Coop asked, as he began to pack his things.
"We didn't sleep together, okay?! What can I do to make you understand that we are just friends!" Sam raised her voice. Coop looked at her defiantly. She dropped her voice. "Look, let's just talk about it when we get home." Sam tried to reassure him. "We'll chat, over dinner or something."
Coop shook his head. "Forget it, Sam." He smiled sadly. "I guess I just wanted to believe that you loved me, and only me."
"I thought I did." Sam stated, upset that she hurt him.
"No, you knew all along." Coop spat out, bitterly. "Your moans don't lie at night. It was always his name - night after night. I tried to ignore it, pretend you didn't say it, but I knew I could never live up to your fantasy, Sam. No man can . . . except for the fantasy himself." Coop shouldered his bag and opened the door.
Sam watched him as tears rolled down her cheek. She wasn't sure if she was crying because of breaking up, hurting him or realizing how deep her love for Bailey went. "I'm sorry." She choked out.
He shrugged. "It happens, huh?" After a long pause, he turned around and looked at her. "It was a hell of a ride. . . thanks." He turned and left, walking his way to a new chapter in his life.
Sam glanced at the clock. She squared her shoulders and tried to compose herself for their meeting. Walking over to Bailey's room, she knocked a few times. She tried the doorknob, and found it to be locked. Maybe he's already downstairs. She heard voices from John and Nathan's room, and rushed downstairs, hoping to catch Bailey before their meeting. She had come to a decision, and she knew that, one way or another, it involved Bailey in her future.
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 : A series of bizarre murders lead the VCTF team to Brooklyn, and a strange encounter brings Sam and Bailey closer than ever.
NOTES : I probably didn't portray Coop verbatim to the actual character, but this is how *I* see him. But I did tone it down a little . . . you should have seen my original sketch of him! evilgrin
Cheers!
Gomes.
---------------- Mummy Dearest, part 7. ----------------
Comfort Inn, Brooklyn
Sam's eyes fluttered open, as a few stray rays of sun caressed her face. She lay there, basking in the warmth that was cast by Bailey's body. She sighed contently, and arched her back, molding herself into his body. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, she noted that they would have to leave and meet up with the rest of the team in two hours. She shifted her weight ever so slowly, trying desperately not to wake her mentor. She gracefully slid of the bed and glanced back at him. He was still lying on his side, with one arm folded under his pillow, while the other lay loosely somewhat in front of him, where she had once laid. His face was relaxed, and his mouth was partially open. Her eyes wandered over his body, taking in his handsome features and aching to feel love. She stepped into the bathroom to freshen up, and decided to have a quick shower before Bailey woke up.
Bailey's eyes flew open when he no longer felt Sam in his arms. He sat up in a panic, and looked around the room: everything seemed to be in order. He got up and finally heard the shower running. Letting out a sigh of relief, he stretched his tired muscles and reached for his bath robe. A knock on the door deterred him from his current task, and he proceeded to answer it. Bailey began to open the door, when Coop pushed him aside and stormed in.
"Where is she?" He asked, angered.
"I see your hangover has passed." Bailey remarked, and walked towards his bathrobe.
"Malone. Did you trick her? Kidnap her?" Coop began to overreact. He heard the shower on. "You slept with her." It was more of a statement than a question.
Bailey rolled his eyes. "You're paranoid, Coop. Just go home, you're not part of this team."
"I'm taking Sam with me." Coop reached for the bathroom door.
Bailey stopped him. "Let her finish her shower, then talk to her." He paused and dared the ATF agent to defy him. Coop took a step back. "This isn't over."
Bailey shrugged. "Just get out of my room." After Coop had left, Bailey put on his robe and lay down on top of the covers. He closed his eyes and took a series of deep breaths - trying to calm himself down.
"Hey you." Sam stepped out of the bathroom, clad in a terry-cloth bathrobe. She was sure that Bailey must have used it after his shower last night, for his distinct smell still hung off the fabric. She had stood in the bathroom for quite awhile, inhaling and lolling in his scent, hoping that her skin would just absorb it.
"Sam." Bailey smiled. "We have to meet the team in about an hour and fifteen." He got up and headed towards the bathroom. He stopped in front of her. "So. . . about last night . . . are you feeling better?"
Sam nodded and put her arms around his neck. "Thank you so much." She whispered.
Bailey rested his arms on her hips. His hand unconsciously began gently gliding up and down, from her thigh all the way to her waist. His breath was cut short when he heard her moan. "Sam, I -"
" - Sam!" Bailey was interrupted by Coop who barged into the room.
Sam and Bailey broke apart, and Sam walked over to her boyfriend. "What, honey?" She asked, innocently.
Coop opened his mouth to speak but then thought better of it. "Nothing, I was just worried about you, that's all." He moved in to hug her, glaring at Bailey over her shoulder. "I missed you last night."
Sam smiled, though a little uncertainly. "Let's go to our room, okay?" She grabbed his hand and guided him to the room across.
Bailey watched silently as Sam and Coop disappeared into their room. He sighed, wondering what she saw in that gum-chewing jerk, but pushed those thoughts out of his mind. He stepped into the bathroom and closed his eyes; her aroma still hung in the now-misty bathroom. He disrobed and stepped into the shower stall, letting the hot water cascade down his back. He let the water trickle down his face, and slicked his hair back. He began soaping himself and imagined Sam's hands touching him. . . loving him. He looked down and cursed himself for getting so aroused. He turned on the cold water and stayed in until his body got used to the temperature. Stepping out, he grabbed a towel off the rack and reached for his terry- cloth bathrobe. "Damnit." He muttered, realizing that Sam had it. He dried himself off, and wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out to get dressed.
"Bailey!" Sam exclaimed.
Bailey stood there, like a deer caught in the headlights. He grabbed the towel, making sure that it was covering him securely. "Sam, what's wrong?" He asked, instantly concerned.
Sam's eyes roamed over his naked chest; a drizzle of water still present, causing his chest hair to glimmer in the light. She tried to avert her attention elsewhere, but her eyes were feasting his body and she couldn't tear them away. "Um. . . George sent a package, specifically addressed to you. I didn't read it or anything - I mean, it's for your eyes only. . ." She bit her lower lip, knowing full-well that she was babbling. "Sorry, I knocked and there was no answer. . .and then I got worried, so I let myself in, and you immediately stepped out in that towel, and . . ." Sam slapped her forehead.
Bailey smiled. "Hey, next time I'll charge for the show." He tried to lighten the mood.
Sam smiled, and cast her eyes downwards. "So, I'll leave it here," she left it on the desk, "and I'll see you in about forty minutes." She almost ran out of his room.
Bailey's brow furrowed at Sam's behaviour. His eyes fell upon the package and he reached to open it. Inside was a paper, a photo and a black baseball cap with the initials 'S.A.L' on the front. He looked at the picture and then at the paper. Smiling slyly, he rummaged through his bag and pulled out a black t-shirt and a black pair of pants. Quickly dressing and shaving, he put the cap on and checked himself in the mirror. He opened the door and peeped outside: it was deserted. Locking the door behind him, he jogged towards the elevator and descended to the ground floor. He hailed a cab and directed the cabby to drive to the museum.
***
Comfort Inn, Brooklyn
Meanwhile, back at the Inn, Sam was sitting on the bed, listening to Coop rant. "Coop, calm down." She finally spoke up. "I'm hurt that you don't trust me."
"It's not you, babe. . . it's him." Coop replied, childishly.
Sam rubbed his back. "Bailey's been my friend for ages, I would know if he felt anything for me." Sam said, but more as a reality check for herself. The moment in the room when he was touching her had lead her to believe that perhaps there were more feelings present than either of them had realized. But she was sure that it was just her mind playing tricks, stretching the situation so that it would match her fantasy.
"There's still something wrong with him." Coop said, his lip curled.
Sam was tired of listening to him poison her mind about Bailey's intentions. "Look, maybe you should just go home, and we'll discuss this further after the case." Sam suggested. She wanted to break up with him now, but she figured it would be less difficult when her mind was unoccupied.
Coop looked at Sam surprised. "You're breaking up with me?" Sam didn't give a reply, but merely chewed on her lower lip. "I can't believe you're breaking up with me! Is it because Malone's a better lay?" Coop asked, as he began to pack his things.
"We didn't sleep together, okay?! What can I do to make you understand that we are just friends!" Sam raised her voice. Coop looked at her defiantly. She dropped her voice. "Look, let's just talk about it when we get home." Sam tried to reassure him. "We'll chat, over dinner or something."
Coop shook his head. "Forget it, Sam." He smiled sadly. "I guess I just wanted to believe that you loved me, and only me."
"I thought I did." Sam stated, upset that she hurt him.
"No, you knew all along." Coop spat out, bitterly. "Your moans don't lie at night. It was always his name - night after night. I tried to ignore it, pretend you didn't say it, but I knew I could never live up to your fantasy, Sam. No man can . . . except for the fantasy himself." Coop shouldered his bag and opened the door.
Sam watched him as tears rolled down her cheek. She wasn't sure if she was crying because of breaking up, hurting him or realizing how deep her love for Bailey went. "I'm sorry." She choked out.
He shrugged. "It happens, huh?" After a long pause, he turned around and looked at her. "It was a hell of a ride. . . thanks." He turned and left, walking his way to a new chapter in his life.
Sam glanced at the clock. She squared her shoulders and tried to compose herself for their meeting. Walking over to Bailey's room, she knocked a few times. She tried the doorknob, and found it to be locked. Maybe he's already downstairs. She heard voices from John and Nathan's room, and rushed downstairs, hoping to catch Bailey before their meeting. She had come to a decision, and she knew that, one way or another, it involved Bailey in her future.