Noir et Blanc
Chapter: 2
Pairing: Robert and Holly
Rating: PG
Robert arrived back at the Police Station a few hours later to find Holly sitting behind her desk, scribbling on a piece of paper. "What have you been doing?" he asked as he sat down on the edge of her desk.
"I've been here." she replied. "Answering the phones and taking messages."
"The entire time?" he asked.
"Yes the entire time." Holly answered, avoiding eye contact with him. "I did exactly as you asked."
He nodded. "I see." he said. "Then why has your car been moved three inches?"
"You measured?" she asked, pretending to be outraged. "I can't believe you did that!"
"Calm down, doll." he grinned. "You and I both know that you couldn't stay here if you're life depended on it."
"Okay, I surrender, you caught me red handed, Commissioner." she replied, not being able to stop herself from smiling. "So what's my punishment from breaking the rules? Yet again."
"I think a good spanking is in order."
"Don't you think that's a little harsh?" she asked as she batted her eyelashes. "All I did was follow you over to the Quartermaine Estate."
"Well, I'm just glad that it wasn't anything big." he sighed. "Otherwise you might have been in a real jam following me over there like that."
"There was no harm done." Holly said. "And besides I got to see you knock him out with just one punch."
"Spencer is nothing but a boozehound, you could have knocked him out." he commented. "But I did get two tickets to the soiree at the Quartermaine's this weekend for my good deed. I thought that perhaps you would like to accompany me if you didn't have other plans."
Holly smiled. "Of course." she answered. "I'd love to go."
If there was one thing Robert enjoyed it was spending time with Holly. She had worked for him for almost a year. Occassionally the went out together for work related events such as the Policemen's Ball or a charity event to benefit the local underprivileged kiddies. She often accompanied him on stakeouts, keeping him company and surprisingly enough when she was with him the hours flew by. When he worked tedious cases she would stay at the station with him, pumping him full joe and often inspiration until all hours of the morning. She was the classiest broad he knew.
He more often than not found himself drowning in those chocolate eyes of hers. He always gave her his undivided attention, not wanting to miss a single word she said. And he absolutely loved watching the way she sashayed into a room like she owned the entire joint. There was no denying it, he was dizzy with the dame.
He wasn't deluding himself, he knew that she had been around the block a few times, but that by no means meant that she did a lot of skating around. She wasn't chippy in the least. She had been known to hang out in some of the gin mills and dives around town, hanging out with the butter and egg men. She would get all dolled up to go out with some cat that wasn't worth her time. Robert couldn't count the number of times where he just wanted to grab her and spill his guts about the way he felt, but somehow he resisted the urge.
Perhaps whilst they were at the Charity event at the Quartermaine's they could take a moonlit stroll down by the lake. And perhaps he could finally taste those cherry red lips that he laid awake in bed thinking about.
tbc...