The Fugitive Mr. Nanny!

a Witness : A Bodyguard Romance x The Nanny Affair crossover fan fiction || Rating: M || Non OC Characters: Andy Schuyler (GS from Anna), Cassian (male), Sam Dalton (female), Robin Flores (female), more to be added

Author's Note

Hi! I'm very sorry for not giving an update so long. I was still very busy with my research proposal also I caught COVID19. Yeah, it sucks. But I'm really doing better this time! Enjoy.

Chapter 5

Cassian POV

"Uh… yes. I am friendly and all," said Andy awkwardly, his handsome face blushing red as a simmering pumpkin. I struggle to hold my laughter inside me. He looks adorable when he is flustered. Does he assume Tomas knew what we did back in the room? Does his brain try to re-enact our delicate scandalous make-out?

"Now, Mr. Newbury, let me do some recap for you. You will be applying as a move-in nanny for Samantha Dalton, heiress of Dalton Enterprises. She and her twin sons will be in their family's summer house in Nantucket this summer. You will be attending an interview in her office tomorrow at 10 a.m. sharp. The Daltons are unhealthily obsessed with punctuality; therefore I'd drop you in front of the office 15 minutes early. And you, Marshal Keane, you will be the temporary replacement of their current driver who will be taking a paid leave this summer. I want you to carefully observe and be always ready whenever he needs you or when his safety is compromised. Is there any questions? Is my explanation clear enough to both of you?" I cannot deny that I gulp hard when Tomas says when he needs you. My perverted side of brain travels to unchartered territories, imagining about all those nasty, sexy things Andy, eh, I mean Niamh, might need me for.

Oh shit, I cannot do anything indecent to him while he is a witness in my protection. My common sense knocks me hard as Tomas claps his hands loudly in front of my face.

"Earth to US Marshal Keane. Are you even paying attention?" He scoffed playfully, and then breaks into giggles that make me and Andy laugh. He always looks and acts as a merry person who never has any problem in his life, in and out of the office. Also his… extensive positivity is as contagious as the flu. This kind of personality is rare among cops and I deeply respect him for that, even if I sometimes wonder if all that was simply a façade.

"No, sir, no questions asked." Admittedly a little startled, I jump a little and snap it out with a stern tone. A slow coy smile blossoms from Andy's lips, and he winks mischievously at me.

"Okay. Well, then, I assume our debriefing is clear. Now, I have booked a hotel room for the three of us. Get all the sleep you can, lads. Tomorrow will be a big day."

As soon as we arrive in this hotel room Thomas talked about, he pulls out his pajamas from his suitcase and sprints into the bathroom. I just started taking off my shirt when I caught Andy staring confusedly at me.

"Mmm, Cassian, do you usually sleep with clothes on or clothes off?" he asks.

"I sleep naked. Like, totally." Oh, hell. I totally forgot the three of us will sleep together in the same bed tonight. Especially after what happened between me and Andy before, keeping our hands off each other will be a difficult task we absolutely have to do. I can't have my superior in office catching us hooking up in the same bed as him, as he's a very traditional Catholic, or so I used to know.

"Is Inspector Otto okay with that, I wonder?" He blushes.

"Uh, I dunno. I'll ask him." As that, he steps out of the bathroom with his Peppa Pig pajamas. Every time we were staying in a hotel on our mission together, I would always ask him why the fuck did a senior police officer had a cartoon-motif pajamas and he would always say he cherished it because was the first birthday gift his eldest daughter gave him. His sentimentality sometimes makes me wonder what made him chose to be a cop, let alone in the United States. The fact that he always done his job in flying colors has made me even more confused of him.

"Inspector, would you mind if I sleep bare-naked?" Instead of answering my question, he breaks into a huge laughter.

"What is this attitude adjustment, Cass? You usually strip without hesitation in front of me. You never bother to ask before. Just go ahead. As long as I'm asleep, I won't be seeing you naked. The one you should be asking is Mr. Newbury over here. How do you usually sleep, Niamh?" he turns to Andy, who suddenly blabbed incoherently.

"Uh… Mm… Yes sir, I usually sleep with clothes on. But I sure won't mind if Marshal Keane here wishes to sleep however he pleases." His surprised face slowly turns into a coy grin. What the hell, Andy. This devilish night is gonna be very long and torturous.

"I cannot believe I was tasked to protect someone who would easily throw me under the bus over a simple inconvenience, my ego hurts," I give him a playful smack on his shoulder.

"Come now, gentlemen, I'm tired. There's only one bed, but there's also a comfy couch over there. Who shall share the bed?" Tomas let out a yawn.

"I'll take the couch, sir" Andy immediately sits on the couch. Thank God. I cannot think about what happen if I share the bed with him, even if I want it so bad it hurts. A little time later, both Andy and Thomas has fallen asleep in couch and in bed, respectively.

But I can't sleep. So, I decide to get some coffee, put on my clothes and slowly step out of this room.

Andy's POV

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I abruptly wake up from that weird dream and check my pants. There is a very, very small hint of wetness, which means I was turned on because of the dream. Damn, I've never thought I would ever imagine about having sex with a woman. I was pretty sure I'm gay since I came out to my parent in my senior year of high school. How could this happen? I merely did some little research about this Mrs. Samantha Dalton, which happened to be reading several articles about her from mass media. Um, one of them might have involved her figure in a bikini, but even then I didn't feel anything. How could this be?

Ding! Ding! My phone alarm rings gently, the screen shows that it is now 3 a.m., perfectly disrupts my overthinking about the issue at hand. I finally realize that Cassian is not in this room. Where would he go at this late hour? Should I go out and look for him? Regardless, I put on a bathrobe – wouldn't want any stranger to see me in my sleeping attire, which is not pajamas, especially that I'm turned on – and walk outside. Just as I closed the door slowly to avoid waking up Tomas, Cassidy appears from the edge of the lobby with two cups of mmm, coffee perhaps, in his hands.

"I went out for fresh air and caffeine," he half-shouts while approaching me, "usually I need both of these cups but since you were awake, want some?"

"Oh, thanks," I take one cup from his right hand, "I had a… peculiar dream so I can't sleep now."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he tilts his head at me, "somewhere more… um… private? Since judging from your face right now, you'd be embarrassed if my dear superior heard about it." His face slowly turns into a coy smirk. Oh Jesus. Please don't say he saw my arousal.

"Uh… okay."

"C'mon, I know a place," he grabs my hand, "we don't have much time." He starts walking and pulling me forward, following him. Soon enough, we arrive in front of a wide door, with a large "KITCHEN – STAFF ONLY" written above it.

"Wait right there, Cass," I free my hand from his grab, "we're trespassing?!"

"What, are you afraid?" He smirks.

"Uh… yes. You're a cop, Cass. This is definitely against the law." He chuckles wryly.

"Either I'm lucky or the owner of this eatery was my old friend," he pulls out a key and unlocks the door, "because I just ask for his permission to access this whole place for myself before 8 in the morning, and he said yes! Now come on, we go inside or not?"

As soon as I stepped in, Cassian shuts the door and locks it. The air suddenly feels warm as he lifts me up, twists me in the air, and puts me onto a counter. I don't know who starts this, but some mere seconds afterward I'm kissing him deep.

"Andy," he whispers in a hoarse voice, his eyes dark of desire as his hands roam on my body, "I think we must stop. More than this can cause us trouble!"

"Screw… it… I-I can't… fight … any… longer… Ugh!" I struggle to formulate words as he presses his lips again to mine, my mouth opens to let his tongue in while letting out a moan..

TO BE CONTINUED