Part 5
It was coming close to nine o'clock. The evening was now getting dark and the streetlights outside started to flicker on.
Since Face's telephone conversation with Amy, the guys had been sitting in the van watching the entrance to Amy's apartment building, unsure if anything would happen. Everything looked quiet and the van they'd placed the tracker, hadn't moved, so it meant they were still listening in on Amy.
"Colonel" Murdock pointed in the direction of someone walking to the entrance of the apartments "I spy with my little eye, something beginning with C".
"Creep!" Face replied to the game, also spotting Greg. "Very good Murdock, at least I'm not the only one who thinks this guy's a creep!"
"Interesting," Hannibal said. "If he is linked to this key, they sure want it pretty bad."
"But what if he isn't linked to the key, Colonel?" Murdock asked.
"Then, he sure wants something else pretty bad," Face replied sarcastically.
"Oh he's linked alright. Its just too coincidental." Hannibal confidently.
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As a usual woman's mind works, Amy had got side tracked into sorting some more things in her apartment before getting into her bath. She'd decided to get it over and done with and then she would try to relax as best she could in her bath. She still had the radio on lightly in the background to comfort her. She tested the bath; it had gone cold a little, so she added some more hot water. While the water run, she finished her glass of wine, got undressed and wrapped a towel around her head, so that her hair wouldn't get wet and then got in the hot bath. The hot water relaxed her tense, stressed body and she laid in the bath relaxing, bubbles gently fizzing and popping around her. She'd probably been in the bath ten minutes when she heard a knock at the door. She thought it was getting close to nine o clock, so it could be Face. She wished she'd told him to use the spare key now she'd given him.
She got out of the bath, wrapped a large bath towel around her, but removed the towel from her head and just checked her hair in the mirror before walking to her front door. She left wet footprints in her carpet where she walked, still dripping with water.
"Who is it?" she shouted through the door and then checked the peephole, just to check if it was Face before opening the door.
"It's Greg!"
"Greg!" Amy opened the door. "Wasn't lunch with me enough?"
"Are you kidding?" He smiled at her.
"Look, Greg, I've had my apartment done over, I'm really not sure I'm in the mood for idol chitchat".
"I've brought wine" Greg persisted holding a bottle of red wine in his hands.
"OK, OK, one glass, I could probably do with a drink after this evenings shenanigans!"
They walked over to the kitchen area, where Amy fetched two glasses and a bottle opener. Greg opened the bottle of wine and poured it into the glasses.
"Do you mind if I get changed?"
"mmm... I'd rather you didn't, you're looking pretty hot". He eyed her up and down.
"What? In a bath towel?"
"Yeah, but I can imagine that beautiful damp body of yours underneath that bath towel," and he moved forward and placed his hand on her cheek, brushed her hair slightly off her face and moved in to kiss her. Amy hesitated initially, but didn't resist, she closed her eyes and let him kiss her. She remembered that kiss too well.
Greg released the kiss, smiling at her and then passed her a glass of wine and she took a large sip from of it. It felt like her heart was pounding so loudly he would be able to hear it.
"Greg, I'm not sure we should be doing this." Amy's mind was filled with confusion.
He took her other hand and led her to the couch, where they both sat down.
"So, what happened this evening?"
"Oh, don't ask! My apartment was done over. So I've spent the whole evening putting it roughly back together again."
"So maybe I've come at the right time to keep you company, huh?" He said as he placed his glass on the coffee table, took Amy's out of her hand, who'd nearly finished her glass and placed hers also onto the coffee table too. Greg hesitated towards Amy initially but kissed her again, passionately, gently holding her head in both arms, stroking her hair and her neck. Amy just melted into his arms. It had been a long time, but she remembered his touch.
"Greg, I'm not sure about this." Amy pulled away. "It's been a long time."
"Amy, it's been too long, too long babe!" and he moved towards her to kiss her again, this time with little resistance from her.
Amy and Greg kissed passionately on the couch. This was a man she'd been in love with for over four years. They'd always been good together, he knew what made her tick, he knew what buttons to press and he was pressing them all correctly right now. Before she knew it, he'd gently undone her towel, so she was lying naked on the couch and Greg was on top of her kissing her passionately. She groaned slightly, undoing his shirt to feel his bare chest against hers.
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In the van, they could hear exactly what was going on in Amy's apartment and weren't feeling very comfortable about listening to it. Face leaned forward to turn off the volume on their bug in Amy's apartment, but Hannibal stopped him.
"Hannibal, I don't think we should be listening to this," Face said a little uncomfortable with what he was hearing. "This is Amy we're listening to!"
"Face, if this guy is trouble, then we need to keep a listen out, for Amy's sake". Hannibal replied.
"I don't like it either, Faceman, but Hannibal is right, if something goes down, we need to know about it!" Murdock agreed.
"Oh, something's going down by the sound of it" Face responded sarcastically. He sat back in his chair; his expression in his face was of unease.
"You know, what I don't like about this is, if this guy, really is in on it. Then he knows he's being listened to, too! Right?" Murdock said pointing a finger to the speaker in front of them. "Then this is just a game to him, he's just using her. If he hurts her…"
"Yeah, you got a point Murdock." Face interrupted. "I know what this creep is doing! He wants me to catch them in the act," Face looked at his watch and pointed to the time. "Creep! He's using her! I wanna..." Face was ready to get out of the van.
"Amy will come to her senses in a minute, she's a girl who's got her head screwed on," Hannibal hoped. "What Greg doesn't know, is that Amy knows she's being listened to, too!"
Face fiddled with his collar, as he usually did when nervous or agitated. Murdock sat back and put the cap over his face, as if this would blot out what they were hearing. BA just sat in the drivers seat with a disapproving look punching his fists and cracking his knuckles, which unnerved the rest of the team slightly.
"Yeah, if he hurts Amy, you guys are the least of his worries, you wait until he meets me!" BA growled to himself.
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Greg and Amy continued to kiss passionately on the couch. Amy's body had totally given in to Greg; it had been a while since a guy had touched her in this way. While his left hand remained stroking her face and hair, his right hand travelled down her body, gently caressing her breast, down the side of her stomach so it tickled slightly, where she gave a slight giggle, to holding her buttock. He lifted her leg and caressed her thigh and the back of her knee, positioning himself between her legs. He started to undo his flies. He insert his fingers into her vagina, she was moist, ready for sex. She arched her back and moaned slightly in pleasure by his touch. He wanted her; he wanted to claim her back. He had his eyes open and watched her face with a slight grin on his face that Amy couldn't see, her eyes were closed and her body was asking for him to enter her. She could feel him hard and aroused against the softness of her stomach. He undid his flies and adjusted himself, she pushed at his pants as if to get them off and opened herself up for him, moaning and breathing heavily with the kissing.
"Oh Amy, honey," Greg whispered into her ear. "I've wanted this since I laid eyes on you."
Just as she felt his penis touch the lips of her vagina, Amy's eyes shot open.
"NO! Stop! This isn't right!" she said shouted firmly. She struggled, trying to sit up and push Greg off of her. "No, we can't do this!" She suddenly remembered that the apartment was bugged. Not only were some strangers somewhere listening to her but also, so were the guys! This thought alone stopped her in her tracks. Her body still tingled with the excitement of sex. God what was she thinking. How could she have been so stupid to fall for him again?
"Amy, come on. This is like old times." Greg was kneeling on the couch, his flies were undone and he was totally exposed, ready to make love.
"No, Greg. Not tonight." She got off the couch, wrapping the towel around her; she finished her glass of wine to calm her nerves and rushed to her bedroom. Her body still aroused by what had just happened on the couch, "I've gotta get dressed."
Greg followed her to her room, tucking himself back into his pants and opened the door where she was frantically putting on her underwear.
"Greg, please give me some privacy!" She tried to usher him out of the room.
"Oh babe, I've seen it before, come on! You were hot for it" Greg persisted. "Come on, don't leave me like this, I'll have to take a cold shower otherwise!"
"No, Greg, now get out! Take a bloody cold shower!" Amy said angrily.
"You worried lover boy going to catch you in the act?" Greg took hold of her and held her very close. She could feel he was still aroused. He tried to persuade her to continue their passion by caressing her naked body. He flicked the bra strap she'd just put on off her shoulders and slowly wrapped his arms around her to gently stroking her naked back. Amy had a momentary relapse by his gently caressing but then came back to her senses.
"No!" Amy pushed him away. "I'm sorry, OK. This just got out of hand. It's been a long time Greg. You've been back in my life not even two days, after two years! You can't just expect to walk into my life, as if nothing's changed. Things have changed! I've changed! Now get out, whilst I get dressed, please." And she pushed him out of her room, and closed the door behind him. "I'll be two minutes."
Within two minutes she'd emerged wearing a short white cotton dress, with a belt hanging off her hips, so that the dress was pulled so it was slightly baggy up top, and hung off one shoulder. The skirt was short showing off her beautifully tanned legs. It was the first thing she grabbed from her wardrobe and wondering whether it was appropriate after what had just happened. Her face was still a little flushed from their earlier antics on the couch.
"I poured you another glass of wine." Greg said as he handed it to her. She took a sip. She was already starting to feel light headed with the wine she'd already drunk that evening. Was he trying to get her drunk?
"Look, I think you should leave."
"Please Amy, I don't want to leave it like this," Greg glanced at his watch. "Look I'm sorry, I just still have feelings for you."
"Greg, you can't do this to me. This is not a game."
"Look, lets take a walk, gets some air, huh?" Greg suggested. "Catch up on old times or something. I want to know more about you, get to know you again. Can we at least try to become friends?"
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The team sat anxiously in the van, listening to the conversation.
"Oh god, Amy, don't go for a walk with that creep!" Face panicked; half ready to jump out of the van he opened the side door, thinking it was his time to turn up. "I'm going, Hannibal!"
"Face, hang on!" Hannibal said stopping him in his tracks "Murdock, if she goes, follow by foot, but hang back a bit OK. Face, put this on." Hannibal signalled to BA, and BA handed Face a bug.
"What's this for?" Face asked. He took the bug from BA and fastened it somewhere where it couldn't be detected.
"Plan B."
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"Greg, its really late. I really think you should leave."
"Oh, come on, it'll be nice. It's a mild evening; we can prowl around the city, like the good old days. We can talk; catch up, if that's what you want? Maybe we can go and find that old café we use to sit at, huh?"
Amy hesitated for a while. This was Greg. She was safe.
"Oh, OK…let me get my boots on."
Greg smiled at her.
