Perp-loving Cop-hater Part 2

Author's Note: A continuation of the last chapter. This one got a little silly (and OOC) a couple of times but I went with it—I hope you like it.

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"Yeah, this is perfect," Ressler sighed as they entered the bedroom at the top of the stairs next to the washroom.

It didn't fit much more than the double bed.

"I can sleep in the RV with my parents," Ressler said with a huff.

"No, we'll be fine," Liz said as she took his arm. "It'll be like a grown-up slumber party."

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"The only grown-up slumber parties I have attended involve either sex or hunting," Ressler said with a chuckle.

"Well, I'm thinking of going vegetarian so I don't plan on killing anything, but you may get lucky with option 1," Liz said as she smacked his chest.

"Hilarious," Ressler countered as he placed their two bags in the miniscule closet on a shelf. "Are you really okay with this?"

"We've known each other for six years and I have seen you at your worst and your best, I think I can see you in your pjs," Liz smirked.

He chuckled.

"Knock, Knock," Kevin said as he stood at the door to their room.

"Hey Kevin, congratulations," Ressler said as he approached the man and hugged him.

"You must be his girl?" Kevin asked Liz.

"She's not…" Ressler started.

"I'm Liz," she held out a hand to shake his. "Thanks for having us at your wedding."

"I wasn't sure you'd make it, you seem to be avoiding family like…"

"Just busy with work," Ressler said.

"When are you going to stop supporting the establishment that puts innocent people behind bars Donnie?" Kevin asked him with a slight sneer.

"Funny," Ressler said as he smacked his arm a little hard.

"Honestly, I don't know how you can collect a pay check from…"

"Maybe it's all the people who can have their lives back because the person who hurt them can't anymore," Liz said, taking Ressler's side and coming on strong.

"Ohhhh, we've got a live one here!" Kevin joked.

"No, just a woman with strong opinions," Liz smirked at him. "But, it's a wedding, hey? No place for business talk. You ready for tomorrow?"

"Right," Kevin nodded. "I am, Milly and I just need to talk mom off her ledge."

"She mentioned the band thing…" Ressler said.

"We never said we weren't booking one," Kevin sighed. "She just hears what she wants to hear."

"Uncle Craig?" Ressler asked.

"You know my dad, he always sides with her, even if he knows…"

"Even if he knows what?" Aunt Patty arrived behind him.

"That we never agreed to no band, mom," Kevin huffed.

Patty stepped into the room and the very small space felt claustrophobic with four grown adults standing around a double bed with their backs pressed to walls.

"I'm not talking about this anymore," Patty said sternly. "I said you could have the damn band but no one, and I mean no one, agreed to that before today."

Liz exchanged a look with Ressler that said, 'maybe we should leave?' and he nodded.

"I just wanted to see if you'd settled in," Patty said as she turned to Liz and Ressler. "Donnie, there are towels and face cloths in the closet and, I'm sorry, you two are the last to arrive so you got stuck with grandma's sitting room."

Liz looked at Don perplexed.

"My grandma lived with my Aunt Patty in her final years, and this was her TV room because she couldn't do the stairs very well," Don explained.

Liz nodded.

"This is great," Liz smiled at Patty. "Thank you for not making us sleep on the street."

"Oh, heavens no!" Patty said with a chuckle. "The Richardson's down the road are taking any overflow, because it looks like your cousin Melodie is out on parole. She's staying with them with her girlfriend."

Don nodded. "It'll be good to see her again."

"We're starting a game of football in the south field if you wanted to join us," Kevin said as he stepped backwards out of the room. "Milly would love to meet you."

"Thanks Kevin, I'd like to meet her too," Don nodded and looked toward Liz.

"I love football," Liz smiled at them. "I'd just need to change."

"Well, I'll be off," Patty said. "If you have any weapons that need storage, we have…"

"We didn't bring our guns to Kevin's wedding Aunt Patty," Ressler chuckled.

"Oh, okay, good, because it's getting a little full," she said before she left.

"Who brought a gun to a wedding?" Liz asked under her breath as the door closed behind Patty.

"I can name a few people," Don chuckled. "Let me just get my sweats and I'll change in the washroom."

Liz nodded and he slid past her to get to the closet. She sat down on the springy bed and looked around the room at the lavender wallpaper. "How long has your grandma been gone?"

Almost a decade," Ressler said as he walked past her.

"This room looks like 1993," Liz said.

Ressler stopped and looked around at the walls, the bed spread, and the carpet. "Yeah, I'd say that's about right."

He started toward the washroom and halted when he saw his cousin go inside with all of her toiletries ready for a shower.

"Hey Donnie!" Moira yelled to him before she shut the door.

"What?" Liz asked from behind him.

"Occupied," Don said. "I'll see if the one downstairs is…"

"Just change here," Liz said as she nodded with her head for him to come inside.

"You sure?" he asked.

"I've seen you naked, or almost naked several times," Liz said. "I think I can see you change into sweats."

He chuckled and shut the door behind him, peeling off his shirt and, when it was at the point where it covered his face Liz looked unabashedly at him and withheld the sigh that was sticking in her throat before quickly turning toward the closet to grab her things from her bag. When she turned around next he was doing up the string on some shorts and the show was over, sadly.

She pulled her shirt over her head and reached for a tank top.

"I can wait outside," Ressler said, his hand on the knob.

"It'll be 2 seconds," Liz said before she pulled down her pants and pulled up a pair of running tights.

He pretended to not notice how her ass cheeks snuck out of the bottom of her underpants as she bent over to pull her pants up.

She reached for an elastic and pulled her hair back into a ponytail before placing her hands on her hips.

"Ready?" He asked.

She smiled and they were off to play football.

It wasn't supposed to be tackle football, but the third time his 24-year-old cousin Hugh tackled Liz 'accidentally' Ressler decided he needed to be tackled. She hadn't been hurt, it wasn't that, it was that Hugh was quite obviously using football as an opportunity to roll around with a very good looking woman.

The play was called and, instead of being part of the play, Ressler went right for Hugh and took him down, hard.

"Donnie, what the hell?!" Hugh said as they lay on the ground together.

"Stop pulling your shit with Liz," Don said, his voice a clear warning. "You tackle her again, in a no-tackle game, and I'll take you down harder next time."

"They were accidents…" Hugh said, trying to get out of his part in this.

"Bullshit," Ressler said as she stood and reached down to help Hugh up.

"Get a drink everyone!" Kevin yelled.

"You mind explaining that?" Liz asked Ressler as they walked toward the table with drinks.

"He was doing it on purpose," Ressler said.

"Yeah, I know," Liz said. "He's a nice kid. A little insecure and misguided, but…"

"It's no-tackle," Don reminded her as she handed him his water and took hers.

"You jealous?" Liz asked him, surprised.

"No," Ressler said.

"Really?" Liz asked.

"Liz, if I wanted to roll around with you, or anyone, I wouldn't need to pull this stupid football accidental tackles to do that," Ressler said as he put back his water.

"What would you do?" Liz asked him.

He smirked at her. "Wouldn't you like to know."

She watched him run back out onto the field and heard Kevin say something about a bachelor bonfire and that this would be the last play.

When they were done, Ressler beelined for the washroom when he saw it was free and she heard the shower start in less than a minute.

Liz changed out of her sweaty clothes and sat in a towel with the door closed, waiting for her turn to shower. Luckily, most of the football participants were friends of Kevin and Milly and went to their own homes to shower. It looked like, besides them, only Hugh needed a shower from football.

She heard the shower stop and then nothing for the longest time. Was he doing all of his grooming when she needed a shower?

She got up and walked into the hallway, slightly embarrassed to be only in a towel, but noted only two six-year-olds seemed to be around. They may have been Moira's kids, Liz wasn't sure.

"Hey, I need a shower too," Liz said as she knocked on the door.

"Thank god," Ressler said from the other side of the door.

"Are you okay?" She asked, suddenly concerned.

"I was so excited to see the shower open, I forgot my towel, so it's either put on a bunch of sweaty clothes and get dirty again, or use a very small hand towel to get the three feet to our room."

"I'd go with hand towel," Liz said as she crossed her arms and leaned against the door.

"Liz, this isn't…"

"If you are going to say funny, you are completely wrong, because this is hilarious," Liz laughed. "Does the hand towel have any stitching on it, because that could chafe."

"What's going on?" one of the girls asked.

"Donnie forgot his towel," Liz explained to them, leaning her back against the door. "Do you think he needs to learn a lesson and bring his towel next time?"

"Liz…" Don's voice warned her.

"He needs to learn the hard way," the other little girl said.

"I agree," Liz smiled at them before they scampered away.

"Hear that Ressler?" Liz asked as she leaned against the door and crossed her arms over her chest. "The masses have spoken, you need to learn…"

Just then the door opened slightly behind her but her weight on the door caused it to open completely and she fell onto her ass on the washroom floor, almost banging her head in the process. She landed with the viewpoint of a very wet, very naked, Donald Ressler standing over her.

"Jesus Christ, Liz," Don said as he covered his bits with one hand, kicked her legs out of the way, and slammed the door to the hallway with his free hand.

"Why did you open the door?" Liz asked as she scrambled to stand in the small washroom with him taking up so much room with his nakedness.

"I was going to show you the size of the…" he reached for the hand towel and held it over himself. "…hand towel."

"I got to see the size of everything," Liz snickered.

"Not funny," Ressler said.

"Holy shit Ressler, you…you need a towel," Liz laughed.

"You think?" He asked as he continued to hold a small hand towel with a windmill on it in front of himself.

She went to step outside and heard adult voices in the hallways.

"Shit," Ressler whispered. It was Moira, her husband Mike and their two girls talking about the bonfire.

"Okay, I'll get in the shower, give you my towel, you go back to the room and get me a towel and, I swear to god if you pull any shit and don't bring me a clean, large, dry towel I will tell everyone at the wedding that you have erectile dysfunction."

Ressler looked at her wide-eyed.

"I'm not joking," Liz warned as she stepped into the shower, closed the curtain and then flung her towel over the top for him.

"Thank you," Ressler said taking it and drying himself off quickly as she started the shower and he stepped outside with her towel wrapped around his waist.

His cousin Moira walked toward the door to use the washroom.

"No, Liz is in there!" Ressler said as he stepped back in front of the door.

"You just came out," Moira said, her brow furrowed.

"We, uh, overlapped," Ressler said as he stood firmly in from the door where a shower could clearly be heard.

"I remember when Mike and I used to overlap," she said with a snicker. "That's how you get twins, Donnie."

"I think being Irish is how you get twins," Ressler chuckled as he watched her walk away.

He went back into their room and grabbed a large, clean, dry towel for Liz, opened the washroom door and placed it on the closed toilet seat before shutting the door and going back to their room to quickly change into jeans and flannel before leaving her space to do the same.

The bonfire, like all things on the Doyle side of the family, was large. His understanding was that the big bonfire was for everyone, but there would be a separate party that would technically be Kevin's bachelor party, possibly somewhere in the woods, or a bar, or involving ATV's…he wasn't sure. Ressler found seats for him and Liz on a log next to his cousin Moira, who seemed to have the most in common with Liz, and Milly, who they had meet at football, but had spoken with little.

"Milly, Aunt Patty told me you're a nurse?" Ressler asked as one of his cousins handed him and Liz each a beer.

"Yes, I work at the senior's home in town," Milly said with a smile.

"You like that?" Liz asked.

"I like old people," Milly said. "I think I was always meant to be old."

Ressler and Liz nodded.

"I better go get Kevin started on the games," Milly said as she got up.

"There are games?" Liz asked.

"Yeah, she plays them with old people, so I asked Mike for more interesting ones for us later, once Milly and the old people have left," Moira joked.

"She's really nice," Ressler said as he looked at Milly with her long skirt, baggy sweater, and Brooks runners. She looked like she was Amish.

"She's simple," Moira said, and Liz almost spit out her beer.

"Moira, you can't…" Ressler started.

"All of Kevin's girlfriends are," Moira said. "You live in DC, you don't know."

"But he obviously loves her," Ressler said, not sure what she meant.

Moira turned and looked at Liz. "Kevin likes a woman who doesn't outshine him. Who won't question his decisions, who will have kids, bake for school events, take the kids to karate, and have his dinner ready every night. A woman he can be a big shot to."

Ressler and Liz exchanged a look.

"I'm just saying it how it is," Moira said. "That's what he wants, and he's marrying it. Good for him! Everyone has a type."

"Good guy, who can also be ohh so bad," Liz said under her breath.

Ressler looked at her and smirked and Moira laughed.

"Sorry," Liz blushed.

"What's your type Donnie?" Moira asked as she looked at Liz.

"I don't have a type," Ressler said before he took a pull from his beer.

"When you were younger it was those grunge girls," Moira said. "Remember the one you brought home for Christmas one year? She had so many piercings Uncle Fred sat next to her all night counting them."

"Moira, please don't…"

"Tell Liz about your past girlfriends?" Moira joked.

"I was…maybe 19," Ressler said. "I'm 39, I think my tastes have refined."

"I'd say so," Moira smiled at Liz.

Kevin whistled and everyone looked toward the bonfire. He had a speech thanking everyone for coming and invited Milly to come and stand with him while he spoke. Milly looked like she wanted to crawl under a rock. He handed it over the Milly who introduced the first game, a version of musical chairs but with wood stumps of varying heights placed all over the place in a good sized area, as the chairs.

Liz got out of the game quickly, unable to find a stump to sit on when the country music stopped. Ressler stayed in longer, but only for another couple rounds. The next game was called Great Winds Blow and, from what Liz could tell they needed to get to a stump first if they did what the person in the middle said. Last two standing had some sort of last standoff.

"The Great Winds Blow for everyone who has been to more than 10 states!" Milly called and Liz and Ressler , along with several others grabbed stumps.

One of the people out walked into the middle.

"The great winds blow for anyone who, this month, has gone more than 2 days without a shower!" the man called.

Liz and Ressler grabbed stumps.

"You?" She asked, surprised.

"The trip to Maine, my hotel washroom was disgusting," Ressler said with a chuckle.

She nodded, she could only imagine him skipping a day out of desperation.

A few more people got out and one person stepped in.

"The great wind blows for anyone who loves sushi," she called.

The group thinned out considerably with that one and there were only a handful of them left.

"Okay, this is too tame," Kevin said as he got to the middle. "The great wind blows for anyone who has slept with a co-worker."

Liz and Ressler found stumps and she tried to mask her surprise at his past; he wasn't meeting her eyes and that intrigued her.

"And we are down to our last two!" Kevin announced.

Liz and Ressler looked around and it was only them left.

"You go Donnie!" Someone yelled in the crowd.

"The great wind blows," Mike said as he stepped forward. "for anyone who likes to wear panties."

Liz sat down and cheered as Don stayed standing.

Everyone laughed and Don turned red.

"Panties don't fit my frame," Don laughed.

"Okay, we have the last game of the evening before the boys go their way," Milly said. "The newlywed game!"

Ressler raised an eyebrow.

"So, find a partner, it doesn't have to be your hubby, and pull up two stumps!"

Liz grabbed his arm and they found stumps. Ressler and Liz were handed paper and marker and a list of questions and they turned theirs back and answered them.

"You don't know me this well," Liz snickered as she wrote.

"I don't think you'll get any of mine right," Ressler said.

"You were honest?" Liz asked, thinking he was trying to trick her.

"Completely," Ressler nodded as he hid his answers in a pile at his feet.

One of Don's uncles with a desire to always be a game show host stepped forward and ran through the rules. Don and Liz, by virtue of placement around the group were always the last to respond and laughed through the answers provided by the other pairs. It was the person in the left who answered the first set of questions.

"What were they wearing when you first met?"

Kevin got their answer correct and it sounded, to Don, that she basically always dressed like she was Amish.

Moira's answer for Mike, that he was wearing a dress, was surprising until she explained he was acting in a play.

"Purple shirt and suit jacket and pants," Ressler said as Liz lifted her card to indicate exactly that.

"Which one of you is the better driver?"

Aunt Shannon got her answer wrong and her husband explained that 3 accidents in one year do not make a good driver.

Kevin explained that Milly was just in the process of getting her license.

"She's going to say she is, but clearly I am," Ressler said as Liz held up her card with almost the exact same words on it.

Everyone laughed.

"What is his or her ideal date?"

The funniest answer came from his cousin and her son, who's ideal date would be ice cream and go-carts.

Apparently, Milly's ideal date wasn't much different, which was alarming.

"Wing Yee's, a nice walk to an independent theatre, an old movie with loads of popcorn, and a late night drink," Ressler said.

Liz looked at him shocked and flipped her card. It read Wing Yee's, an old movie, and a cute outdoor bar.

She smiled wide and she whacked him with her card.

"Which TV couple are you most like?"

Apparently, Kevin thinks he and Milly are the couple from Everybody Loves Raymond, and Moira thinks she and Mike are Charlotte and Harry from Sex and the City.

"Booth and Bones," Ressler said.

Liz flipped her card and it read Mulder and Scully.

"Really?" He asked, surprised.

"Yours is probably the better answer," Liz chuckled.

Then the couples switched.

"If your partner was an action hero, which one would they want to be?"

Kevin would want to be the Flash, Milly was right.

"Captain America," Liz said and Ressler sighed and turned his card which read Superman.

"Really?" Liz asked.

"No one tops him," Ressler smirked.

"What was your partner's first job?"

Moira's was dressing up like a princess for birthday parties.

Mike's first job was picking up road kill for the city.

"I know you were a lifeguard, but I'm not thinking that was your first job so…camp counselor?" Liz said.

"Nope," Ressler laughed and flipped his card. "Arby's drive thru cashier."

"Really?!" Liz asked.

"I was 14," Ressler smirked.

"What is your partner's hidden talent?"

There was some snickering around with some of the younger couples.

Milly said Kevin's was cooking, that he can make a nice chicken.

Mike said Moira's hidden talent was her ability to deal with any emergency as an EMT but be paralyzed by a grease fire in their kitchen.

"He plays classical guitar and actually has a pretty good singing voice." Liz said as she looked at Ressler.

He looked at her surprised she knew that and flipped his card which read Play Guitar.

"How do you know your partner is lying?"

Milly said Kevin doesn't lie and the crowd burst out laughing.

Aunt Shannon said her husband starts to hum under his breath.

"He nervously licks his lips," Liz said as she looked at Ressler. "I know you aren't telling me everything when you do that."

Ressler turned over his card which said "Me? Lie?"

The crowd laughed and Liz whacked his shoulder.

The game was over, and a bunch of men were getting on ATV's to get to the bachelor portion of the party.

"Donnie, you coming?" Mike called.

Ressler looked at Liz, he didn't want to abandon her with his family.

"Go," she said with a smile. "I'll sit and chat with them and then head up to bed."

"You sure?" Ressler asked.

"Spend time with your family," Liz said as she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, surprising both of them.

"I'm sorry, I didn't…" she laughed nervously.

"No, it was…nice," he said as he grasped her shoulder.

Ressler turned and walked toward an ATV, taking a helmet, and hopped in the passenger seat next to Mike and they took off.

Liz watched him drive away into the darkness, still not sure why she suddenly kissed him. Maybe it was the newlywed game that brought her feelings for him to the surface.

"Liz!" Moira called. "I'm going to make Milly play a dirty game."

Liz chuckled and joined a bunch of Don's cousin for the Uncensored 5 Second Rule Game.

They laughed and drank their way through the questions and answers everyone provided until it was almost midnight and some ATV's started to come back.

"Stripper Costumes!"

"Kitten, School teacher, Nun!" Wanda yelled.

The group clapped and took another shot.

Milly, who had not been drinking, turned to Liz.

"Best places to have sex!"

"Bed, Shower, Wilderness!" Liz yelled.

The group clapped and everyone took a shot.

"Liz and Donnie are doing a shower tour," Moira chuckled as she spilled some of her shot.

"The shower is just really sexy because you're hot and wet," Liz said, her words slurring and her torso rocking from side to side.

"It is, is it?" Ressler's voice came from behind her.

"Don!" Liz cheered as she clumsily stood and hugged him, placing her full weight onto his frame.

"How much has she had to drink?" Ressler asked.

"We christened her," Moira chuckled. "She's an official Doyle."

Ressler could smell the alcohol on her breath and in her hair.

"Shit Moira, she can't handle her alcohol like you," Ressler said as he felt Liz let go of him and plunk herself back on a log and then grab her tailbone because she did it too forcefully.

"I'm fine," Liz insisted.

"Sure, you are," Ressler said as he looked at the others. "Really?"

"We like her Donnie," Wanda said. "And we've learned a lot more about you!"

Don shook his head, he didn't know what Liz had revealed, but his cousins wouldn't let him forget.

"A scar that looks like a heart on your upper thigh…"

Ressler shook his head and looked down at Liz.

"Come on, let's get some coffee in you and get you to bed," Ressler said as he helped her stand and walked with his arm around her waist toward the house.

"Night Donnie!" Moira called to him. "Don't hog the shower!"

He got a cup of coffee and some Tylenol into Liz, but the stairs were proving to he an issue so he slung her over his shoulder and carried her upstairs taking off her shoes before tucking her into her side of the bed and pulling on a t-shirt and pajama pants and carefully getting into bed beside her.

When he woke in the morning it was to a less-clothed Liz with her body laying practically on top of his.

He reached around her and felt down her body feeling only panties and nothing else. His lower half could feel every inch of her, especially her breasts, pressed into his body.

"Jesus Christ," Ressler sighed, thinking she would think he undressed her when he absolutely had not. He took a deep breath, prepared to defend himself, and shook her gently.

"Liz," he said quietly. "Liz…"

She stirred slightly, but nothing.

"Donnie, did you two want breakfast?" His Aunt Pam knocked at the door.

"Sure, we'll be down in ten Aunt Pam," Ressler said.

"What?" She called back.

"Yes!" Don yelled through the door as he lifted the sheet a little higher to cover Liz's back more.

The door opened an inch and Pam looked in at him laying with Liz on top of him.

He was surprised.

"I said yes, Aunt Pam!" Don said loudly.

"I couldn't hear you Donnie," she said, seemingly unperturbed by him laying in bed with a possibly naked woman on top of him.

"Thanks Aunt Pam," Don said as the door closed.

"Jesus Christ," he said again as he shook Liz a little more harshly.

"Liz, Liz you need to get up and…uh…get dressed," Ressler said as he started to roll her off him, but then seeing her bare breasts pulled her back. It was an impossible situation.

She groaned and he smiled, at least she was getting up.

"Liz, when I put you to bed, I only took off your shoes and…"

"Did I get naked?" Liz asked as she raised her head up and was surprised to see him below her. "Oh."

"I woke up this way," he said with a smirk. "I'm not complaining, but I'm not sure how you ended up on top of me in just your panties."

She dropped her head to his chest embarrassed.

"I get naked when I get drunk," Liz sighed as she reached for the sheet and carefully started to wrap it around herself to make her exit off him. "I'm sorry, I should have warned you."

"That's an interesting…"

"I don't know why," Liz said as she sat up with the lavender sheet wrapped around her. Ressler rose up on his elbows and looked at her.

"It's okay Liz," Ressler smirked. "I was just…surprised. How's your head?"

"Foggy," Liz said.

"Come on, let's get some food and coffee into you," he said as he rose. "My Aunt Pam just invited us down for some breakfast."

She nodded absently and started to look around for her clothes.

Ressler picked up her bra off the floor and handed it to her.

"Thanks," she sighed.

He changed quickly as she laid back on the bed, with her eyes closed, and the room spinning slightly trying to will her head to not explode.

"I'll see you in 5?" Ressler asked, his hand on the doorknob to go out.

She nodded and sat up reaching for clothes to get dressed.

"And Liz, I warned you about the Irish and their booze…" Ressler reminded her.

That earned him a bra flung at him, which he caught and chucked back at her before quickly closing the door before she could retaliate.

To be continued…