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 Keane (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 very busy doing my research proposal. However, I'll start doing better by scheduling a new chapter every month! Enjoy!

Chapter 6

Cassian POV

"Screw… it… I-I can't… fight … any… longer… Ugh!" Andy struggles as our lips become one. He throws his arms around my neck, deepening our already heated kiss as his head tilts down to allow me further access to his mouth. Both of us pull away to take deep breaths, and against my will my thumb starts to brush along his cheekbone. He smirks coyly and tilts his face around and 'accidentally' my index finger is in front of his lips. Those lips starts sucking it, painfully slow, and without me knowing my middle and ring finger get their way into his mouth.

I pull out my fingers from his comfortable, coaxing mouth and immediately stop in the middle as I heard an insistent knock on the door. He looks at me, baffled.

"Uh, Cassian? I thought we're free until eight?"

"Yes, I am sure of it. Wait, let me open the door," I pull myself out of his embrace and walk to the door, holding my shotgun I brought before with one hand and unlocking the kitchen door with the other. And when I finally unlock the door...

Nobody's there. Like, absolutely no body. I'd guess someone heard our indecent voices and wanted to tell us we need to make smaller noise or something like that, but it is literally an empty restaurant.

"Cassian? Who's that?" My Marshall instincts start kicking in. Someone is here, and that person is hiding somewhere. Observing our surroundings like an eagle, I walk slowly, encircling the perimeters of the restaurant, when suddenly...

"CASSIAN! HELP!" Andy shouts. Ignoring my feelings, I sprint into the kitchen, only to find Andy is not there anymore. Fucking shit. Where is him?!

"Cassian- HMFFPPF!" It's him again, but now his voice sounds muffled. I dare myself to look at the floor and... His phone is here. And I hear a sound of gun clicking just behind my neck.

"You failed, Keane. Just like you always do." I knew this voice anywhere. It's my...

BAM! A gunshot flies past my neck, leaving me unscathed but sliding straight into Andy's phone, and the phone explodes.

"AAANDYY!" I jump out and scream from the top of my lungs, waking up Tomas and Andy. Andy stares at me in horror, while Tomas look concerned. Jesus, it was a horrid dream.

"Marshal Keane, are you okay?" Tomas slowly wakes himself up and pats my back awkwardly. I still cannot regulate my breathings, I feel so powerless and anxious. My whole body trembles, and the worst of it all... is that he appeared in my dream. Again. After hours and hours of psychologist visit, trying to dispel him from my entire cognition.

Without my realization, I am already breaking in tears. Tomas and Andy run into my sides, trying to comfort me. This feels wrong. Especially with Andy. I am supposed to protect him, not the other way around. Both men hug me tightly, as if they knew what I went through. They don't. It took me a while to regain my composure. I look down at Andy's face which dwells in my chest, feeling a little bit ashamed that I, his guardian, is crying like a scared child in front of him. Everyone is silent, until a loud siren-like sound blares from afar.

"Sorry, it's my phone," said Thomas timidly, "it's five a.m. already. Get up gentlemen, and hit the shower, it's going to be a long long day." He steps out from our embrace and walks to the bathroom, I guess.

"Hey," Andy calls me, his voice is barely above whisper. "What's up? Are you okay?"

"Oh, hey" I reluctantly reply. "I'll be. It's just a bad dream, nothing more." Suppressing those painful memories back to my unconscious, I managed to pull a shy smile at him, "I'll protect you as I should. Don't worry." He looks concerned.

"Okay." His voice trembles. Fifteen minutes later, I guess, we pull out from the awkward hug. The door opens and Tomas shouts from inside the bathroom.

"Well, who next?" Tomas smiles at us, already in his full uniform, as if he's ready to go for work.

"What's with that face, Marshal Keane? You know I'm always the earliest lil birdie in our office. It's just habit." says Tomas casually as I stare at him as if he has three feet. Andy giggles.

"You first, Cassian. I don't usually take a bath before six in the morning. Or..." he embraces my shoulder and whispers very, very carefully to my ears, "we can bathe together."

I sprint to the bathroom before he even gets the chance to answer. The last thing I ever want to find out is the reaction of my conservative Catholic supervisor when he sees his best Marshal ravaging the very witness he is supposed to protect. Inhaling hardly while cursing myself internally, I disrobe and turn on the shower. Now, nothing stands between me and releasing all the loads Andy's act has brought into my manhood just now.

...

Andy POV

Cassian sprung out of my embrace and ran to the bathroom. Traces of desire and embarrassment is quite clearly depicted from his brightly blushing cheeks. Almost one hour later, I was thinking of joining him into the bathroom when Tomas called me.

"Why haven't you bathed yet Niamh? I have told you, the Daltons have unhealthy obsession with punctuality!" He reprimands me in his usual, playful tone. Very unusual for a higher-up among American policemen, but it helps me a lot. I feel like I can trust him.

"Oh, sorry, Sir. I'm not used to take a bath this early."

"Now, Mr. Newbury, you better start getting used to it, since you'd be working with someone who takes a bath at 4 a.m." said Thomas, still in his playful tone, then he shouts at the bathroom, "Marshall Keane! Bathe faster please, our witness needs his bath!"

A few minutes have passed idly when Cassian finally emerges from our bathroom, wearing only white towel that encircles and covers the area between his navel and his knee. Ooh yummy, but it's glaringly obvious that I cannot rip that towel in front of his boss. It's almost like he's too innocent to see such thing. Yeah, almost. He's older than both of us anyway.

"Move, soldier, move! Thy time hath come!" yells Tomas as he smacks my shoulder and pushes me onward into the bathroom powerfully. Judging from the way he speaks, you would think I'm going to face the wrath of God instead of cleaning my body in a running water.

Another twenty-ish minutes passes as we are walking outside the hotel building, eating bunches of delicious pastries Cassian bought in store. Yes, bunches. Both policemen walking with me at the moment are hungry monsters who ate almost everything when I'm already full with just two slices of sandwich. I wonder how did either of them manages to maintain such muscular physique with this beastly eating. Yes, I've checked out on Tomas and he's still got a decent body for his age. This is another level of unbelievable.

"Want some more?" Cassian offers me yet one more Nutella-glazed baguette from his hands while Tomas is gone somewhere else. I shake my head, so he breaks it into three pieces with equal length and puts them back to the paperbag. A few minutes later a black limousine emerges, and when it stops in front of us, Tomas is magically already inside it. Like, hello, how did you get this Sir? Do cops have license to steal legally these days?

"Quit drooling and get into my car, boys," he shouts as my jaw drops on the floor, "we don't want to make Mademoiselle Dalton waitin'." Oh, it's his own. As we step in, Tomas has already ignited the gas.

"Fasten your seatbelt, boys," said him, "'tis gonna be fast and furious". And there he goes speeding all the way, honking everyone else in his way. How did they even accept this guy into the police force in the first place? I stare at Cassian, expecting him to answer these questions which I couldn't even say. He simply gives me a wan smile, as if he's really used to this, which baffles me even more. The final straw of my confusion emerges when this limousine suddenly stops in front of a magnificent skyscaper, unharmed.

"And... yup, here we are. 7:45 AM, fifteen minutes early. Exactly as I promised you." Tomas exclaims excitedly. Cassian visibly sighs, relieved.

"What?! But we departed from that hotel at like, 6:45, and you were speeding speeding! How far was the journey?" I blurt in my failure to apprehend all these bizzarenesses.

"Let's just say we passed like, two states, and leave the details with Satan himself. Just like an old saying, the Devil is in the details, right?" He chuckles, obviously trying to joke to save his dignity, but absolutely nobody else laughs, while Cassian rolls his eyes and mutters something that is possibly in Irish. As we enter the building, a distinctly elegant woman walks confidently toward us.

"Mr. Niámh Newbury? My name is Stella and I was sent to inform you that Ms. Dalton has arrived at her office just now. She is waiting for you. Follow me."

"Oh, yes, that would be me".

I was walking like three steps toward Stella when Cassian is already trying to make space between me and her, but she firmly raises her hands.

"You do not need to worry, Marshall Keane, Marshall Otto," says she in her unexpectedly aloof face, "Mr. Newbury is in excellent hands and guaranteed security. Now, please let me do my job."

I try to look cool, calm, and collected as I follow Stella across the grandeur of the Dalton Incorporated, but as soon as i step inside Ms Dalton's office, all my efforts went into vain as I see her presence sitting on her desk. How could she be even more gorgeous in person?

Ms. Dalton gestures for me to come in and sit on the chair in front of her. She stares at me so intensely that my breath catches itself at her gaze.

"I'm sorry for my tardiness, Mr. Newbury, I've got quite a packed schedule last night. Have you waited for long? I'm glad you were able to come in, anyways." She looks me over from head to toe and her lips part in a soft exhale. Wait, did she just say tardiness? What the hell, she arrived before me! Or before us, I guess. Her presence made me forget about Cass and Tomas for a while.

"I see you dressed to impress me. I like it. You already look that you belong here. It's nice to officially meeting you, Mr. Newbury." She shakes my hand and I feel an unusual tingle when our skins brushes against each other. Like, really unusual. I feels like we're going to do something illicit. This never happened to me with any other woman before her, why now?

"Can you tell me what made you apply for this nanny position? I have to say I'm quite astonished that I'd get a male applicant. Most men do not look at this occupation with respect, they'd think that paying proper attention to children is something that should and could only be done by a woman." Shit, I wasn't prepared for this one.

The interview lasted for like two hours or some. However, I somehow managed to formulate adequate answers, judging from Ms. Dalton's reaction. She nodded several times, took notes, and shown increasing interest. I do hope she's actually interested, though. I'm nervous as hell.

"And now to the last question, Sir," said her in a professional manner, "what advice would you give the younger you if you are given a chance, here and now?"

"I... will tell myself to be braver. Sometimes I miss plenty of opportunities because I am afraid of failure," and afraid of my cover being blown. She smiles.

"'Kay. Thank you for your answers, Mr. Newbury," she stands up from her table, "the next stage of our interview will be arranged in my house."

"Um, does this mean I get the job?" Out of nowhere I spout up that BS from my mouth. Damn you nervousness!

"You'll know as soon as we finish with that." She whispers this into my ears walks past me in her 10 centimeters high heels that made her look at least one centimeter taller than me. Well, the last time I measured my height I'm 175 centimeters tall, relatively short for a Caucasian male person. But what catches my attention is not her height, it is her soft, silky voice when she whispers, it is her breezy breath that tingles my ears. I feel strangely embarrassed, a little bit turned on, and my heart throbs faster than normal. Oh Jesus, I need Cassian. Desperately.