Noir et Blanc
Chapter: 4
Pairing: Robert & Holly
Rating: PG
Robert was walking along with docks and back toward the police station. He couldn't seem to get Holly and her soft, sweet lips out of his mind. And he knew that she felt something for him too by the way she kissed him back, by the way she pushed him away telling him that things might get out of hand if they didn't stop. She was going to be on his mind all night long and he knew that he wasn't going to be able to get a wink of sleep whatsoever.
He was almost at the station when he heard a scuffle in one of the nearby rundown warehouses. He drew his gun out of his coat pocket and quietly rounded the corner. Luke Spencer, the man who thought he was the toughest mob man in all of Port Charles was roughing up some guy about money issues.
"Spencer." Robert said loudly as he stepped into view. "Let him go."
"Oh yeah, wise guy?" he scoffed. "And what are you going to do if I don't?"
"Then I just may consider pumping your sorry carcass full of lead." Robert replied. "Now let him go!" he demanded again. "And reach for a little air whilst you're at it."
Luke flung the guy away from him, who immediately took off running. "If you think it's going to be that easy then think again." he said as he pulled his gun and aimed it at Robert. "Your laws mean diddly squat to me, Scorpio."
"I don't care if they mean anything to you or not." he replied. "But this is my town and as long as you're here your going to abide by them."
"I think there's only one way to settle this, Scorpio." Luke said as he cocked his gun. "And that's a good old fashioned shootout."
"You and I both know that a shootout would be the be the biggest mistake that you could make right now." he warned. "I'm not a local thug, I'm the big cheese in this town and your just a scummy mob man."
"Shouldn't you be inside where it's warm?" he asked. "With that pretty little dame, Holly? The two of you are quite the item aren't you? I mean its obvious that your dizzy with the dame. So why be out here mucking up my business when you could be pitching woo with that little kitten?"
"She's my secretary and my friend."
"Your friend?" Luke laughed. "Did you know that your 'friend' used to, and still occassionally does frequent, the gin mills and the juice joints? She used to be a canary in one of the clip joints in Manhattan where all the cats with money used to snap her up for a night or two and it wasn't just to hear her pretty little voice."
"You shut your yap about Holly." he warned. "Just take your ugly mug and screw on out of here."
"Don't like hearin' the truth, Commissioner?" Luke asked. "Can't handle the information that your girlie with the great gams was, and probably still is a bit, chippy? How do you think she affords that swanky, uptown apartment of hers?"
"That's a load of bunk and we both know it." he replied. "Now I'm not going to want to tell you again to get out of here."
"Or what?"
"Or I'm going to start shooting." Robert warned.
"Not if I shoot you first." he said, aiming his gun directly at him.
Robert did his best to duck out of the way, but he could feel the lead as it slid across his thigh. Reacting as quickly as he could he got off one shot at Spencer as he ran in the opposite direction. He wasn't sure if he hit him or not, but if he did it didn't phase him because he kept going. Robert looked sown at the tear in his pants, noticing that he was going to have to be patched up.
Ten minutes later he found himself outside of Holly's apartment door. He knocked ever so softly and was surprised at how quickly she opened the door. "Robert!" she said as she noticed the blood on his hand. "What happened?" she asked as she helped him inside and over to the sofa. "Who did this to you."
"Spencer." he breathed out. "He was completely lit."
Holly looked down at the wound on his leg. "We have to get this cleaned up." she said as she headed for the bathroom.
"I was hoping you would say that."
She appeared a minute or so later with a first aid kit. "What were you and Spencer arguing over?" she asked as she sat down on the coffee table in front of him. "It had to be something heated for shots to be fired."
"Oh, it doesn't matter." he said. "I'm just glad he has bad aim."
Holly smiled briefly. The only thing she could think about was that he could have been killed. "Robert." she said. "In order for me to dress your wound you're going to have to take your trousers off."
Robert looked at her for a few long moments. "Of course." he said as he stood up and removed them. He felt a little shy at the situation, but didn't let it show. "It's not bad is it?" he asked as he sat back down. "I don't want to have to see a doctor."
"It's just a flesh wound." she said as she began cleaning it up. "You got lucky."
He looked into her dark eyes. "I sure did."
tbc...