I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
-Bang Bang
"I hear the new task force leader is a piece of work" Thoros murmured as they descended in the elevator. Sandor stood staring at the silver doors in quiet determination, he had no need for stupid small talk, even if he was relatively good friends with the rest of the men. Trant excluded of course.
"I hear she's a real bitch" Trant injected, because of course he did, he always went for the bitch comment. Sandor felt his eyes roll so far back into his head that it almost hurt. Bronn must have seen it from his position leaning against the doors Sandor was currently staring at.
"What have you heard?" Bronn asked.
"I hear she just got out from the academy" Trant snorted, and Beric scoffed out a laugh.
"Oh come on Trant, you're exaggerating. She was a field agent for four years before she started working her way up the ranks"
"Four years hardly merits enough points to become the leader of a super secret task force working from a black site" Trant grumbled.
"She must be a very special woman" Bronn said with a smirk, glancing at Sandor who paid him no mind.
"I hear she's quite the looker" Beric said and Thoros whistled.
"Oh she is, I saw her file. Legs for miles and tits too incredible for words. She is welcome to be a bitch as much as she likes as long as she wears v necks" Thoros laughed and Trant and Beric joined in.
"You're terrible" Beric sighed and Trant was about to say something when the elevator started to slow down and Sandor said the his first words in over 30 minutes.
"Shut up" Trant closed his mouth with a pissed off look on his face, and then the elevator doors slid open.
The team, of which Sandor had been assigned leader of, had been transferred from FBI main office to this new black site. Trant had been a new addition and Sandor wasn't sure what he was doing with them, they didn't need anyone else. Thoros was the computer guy, Beric the one with the legal connections (he had worked as a lawyer before which came in handy), Sandor was the bad cop and muscle, and Bronn was responsible for the sarcasm...as well as breaking a few legs from time to time. Their job was unclear, but that hadn't stopped them before.
In classic FBI fashion they were all dressed in black suits, but in true Sandor fashion he had his suit jacket balled up in his hand since no suit ever seemed to fit over his torso. And the tailored ones were way too far over his paygrade to use for chasing down bad guys and ruining them over and over again.
He had spotted her the second the elevator doors slid open, she stood with her back to him watching some monitors as she listened to what the squint sitting in the chair infront of her was saying. Her long red hair was in a braided bun at the base of her neck. Her suit was in a soft grey color that must have been tailored, the way it accentuated her curves was classy yet sexy, typical Sansa.
She turned around when she heard them approaching, her pale pink lips widened into a smile as she met his gaze.
"Sandor" She breathed and he could practically feel his team, part from Bronn, catch their breaths as the beautiful Sansa Stark, their new boss and task force leader, walk up and threw her arms around his neck.
To be honest he was quite surprised as well, but he took the chance and let his arms come around her and let his fingers skim the sides of her waist. When they pulled apart she kept her hands on his biceps, and maybe he imagined her feeling them up, wishful thinking.
"It's so good to see you" She smiled and he let her infectious smile transfer to him and felt the sides of his mouth pull upwards slightly.
"It's good to see you too little bird" He saw a soft blush spread over her cheeks and she let her hands fall from his arms, and he cursed himself for yearning for her touch again.
Sansa turned her gaze to his team, her demeanor instantly turning professional with a turn of her head and she stepped around him to greet them. When she got to Bronn he winked at her and she smiled and gave him a short hug. The fact that the three of them had worked with each other before became painfully obvious to the rest of the team.
"Gentlemen, I won't waste time with more pleasantries. We have an escaped criminal on our hands and the entire task force resources will be directed to finding him and bringing him to justice, before he kills someone" Sansa stated and the tech guy to her right brought up pictures of a blonde little shit Sandor knew all to well.
"Joffrey Baratheon" He growled and he heard Bronn let out a mumbled curse. "How the hell did he get out?"
"That is for you to find out" Sansa said and Thoros instantly went to search for an available computer.
"You couldn't find him for your self?" Trant asked and Sandor threw him a death glare, but before he could slam him into the ground Sansa spoke up.
"Why waste our efforts when we can find someone who knows his mo and solve this problem faster than anyone?" Sansa asked and then turned to Sandor "You are after all the best, aren't you?" He saw hope in her eyes, the small smile on her face and those baby blue eyes warmed him up from the inside out.
"Aye, little bird. We are"
"I know, I asked for you" She murmured and time seemed to pause as they stood there staring at each other. It had been so long since he had last seen her, yet here she was, the same in everyway that counted, still annoyingly perfect. But her ivory had turned into steel, and he was pleased to see it. He smirked a little and saw a blush spread on her cheeks again before he turned to walk over to coordinate his team.
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After spreading out the team, Thoros and Beric to Joffreys last known location, Bronn and Trant (to Bronn's huge displeasure) to the Baratheon estate to talk to his siblings. Sandor had planned to go alone to the max prison Joffrey had been placed in but the little bird had come along as well.
So when they returned to the car after questioning the guards and known prison friends, the shit head didn't really have any since he was placed in isolation but they had questioned those he talked to all the same, they settled into a heavy silence. There were plenty of words unsaid between them, and they hovered in the air like a thunderstorm waiting to throw out its first lightning bolt.
"So, how have you been these last three years? You look good" Sansa said and he glanced at her from his place behind the wheel. There had been another attempt to fix the scar tissue on the side of his face and it had worked surprisingly well, he still wasn't the handsomest thing around but he wasn't horror film material anymore.
"The doctors did a great job, I'll give it another shot in six months and then we'll see if they can fix me some more" He grumbled.
"I wasn't talking about the scar, even though I agree it looks good" He glanced at her again and she plucked a stray piece of hair back behind her ear. "What have you been up to since I saw you last"
He thought back to the night three years ago when he had last seen her, they had just put the Baratheon shit behind bars after a full year of being taunted and played by him. He remembered what he had asked of her and how she had rejected him, though he couldn't blame her, birds didn't run with dogs.
"I traveled"
"Where?" He glanced at her again when her voice came out sounding strange.
"I toured Australia"
"...I always wanted to go there"
"I know"
"...Did you enjoy it?"
...Not as much as I could have "Yeah, it's an amazing country"
They sat in another heavy silence but they were only minutes away from the black site now.
"What have you been up to little bird?"
"Oh, mostly working my ass off"'
"I heard about the Baelish case, nice work"
"Thanks, although I can't take all the credit. I had an amazing team, I'm calling in the analyst I had during that case. I think she might be useful"
"Best make her pretty then so Thoros doesn't feel offended" Sansa snorted and he smiled a little.
"Well, she's the only miss California who works as an analyst for the FBI, so I think he'll be good"
"Right. And you should take all the credit, no one else put themselves up as bait for that psycho to chase" He said and glanced at her and she was visibly embarrassed.
"That was a stupid move Stark" He said and her fiery eyes turned to him.
"Well I caught him all the same, didn't I?"
"Yes and you could have been kidnapped and killed in the process" He had heard the news of the Baelish case while he was in Australia, how he had drugged them and dressed them to fit his beauty ideal and eventually killed them. And when Sansa had taken the case, the perfect image of that psycho's perverse fantasy with her red hair, pale skin and blue eyes, Sandor had never felt such horror before. He knew that Baelish would try to take her, and he had been right.
"But I wasn't. I'm not some defenseless little girl Sandor, I can handle myself. Me taking the case was no coincidence, it was the plan all along for me to act as bait" Sandor gripped the steering wheel harder.
"And it was a fucked up plan"
Sansa sat there in silence for a long time before saying anything else "Well it worked, and I'm not going to let your whining ruin that for me" He turned his head to stare at her and her steely blue eyes met his. They were hard as steel for a long while until her face seemed to soften.
"I don't want to argue with you Sandor. I'm too glad to see you again...and I'm really happy that you're here"
"I can imagine" Sandor replied and glanced at her surprised look, it looked like she was about to say something more but he turned to look at the road, the site was visible now. "No one knows that psycho the way we do, I can imagine it's nice to have someone else here who knows what he's on about"
Sandor parked and turned off the car inside the warehouse, the abandoned look of it not hinting to the location underneath.
"Yeah, exactly" Sansa murmured and he paused to look at her. She opened the car door to get out and he did the same. He could ponder her strange behavior when he caught the bastard who tried to kill him three years ago.
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"Joffrey Baratheon, the man behind the crossbow killings four years ago in Washington DC." Sandor threw up a picture of Joffrey's face on the see through glass board and attatched a magnet over the mug shot, before he turned to the team of people behind him. It was his team as well as all other operatives in the black site, they were around fifteen people who would focus their efforts on Joffrey, while the rest of the people working the site...did something else he supposed.
He caught Sansa's gaze briefly before he continued. "Two days ago he escaped Dreadfort maximum prison, it was an inside job which makes it possible that the guards have been bribed. The Baratheon's have money despite both parents being dead, although it seems unlikely that the siblings helped him escape." He picked up a red sharpie and started to draw circles on a DC map.
"His previous murders have taken place at these ten separate locations but they all coincide within this area which is where he finds his victims who are all residents within the area. His victim profile is a woman between 20 to 25, intelligent, college student, all set for a successful future, there has been no other physical similarity between the girls other than their generally attractive appearances"
He turned to look at the crowd behind him. "This is his hunting ground and where he feels safe, if we find him we will find him here" He gave a sharp tap at the map behind him. "We will do a systematic search of the area, paired up-"
"Excuse me sir, sorry!" He turned to glare at the analyst sitting by the desk Sansa was leaning against. The beauty queen analyst Margery Tyrell turned to look at him with an apologetic look, that was surely fake. She covered her headset mic and looked at Sansa.
"I intercepted a call from the police, they found two bodies in only three miles from the dreadfort" Sansa frowned at her.
"And their significance to this case is?"
Margery looked honestly apologetic this time "You're not going to like it"
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42 minutes later Sansa stood staring down at the two bodies laying on the leaf covered ground in the forest where Margery said they would find them. She looked up when she saw Sandor duck underneath the tape closing off the crime scene to walk up next to her. His gaze also glued to the bodies.
He stopped next to her and she fought the impulse to wrap her arms around him to hide.
"I'm going to kill him" She heard him growl deeply and she reached out to take his hand, that didn't even hesitate to take hers.
The people on the ground, one woman and one man, laid on their backs, their hands reaching for the one next to them but they would never reach each other. They had both been shot in the head, execution style, but there was no blood on the scene so they must have been killed elsewhere and then moved here. Probably because it was close to the prison and since they swept the perimeter looking for Joffrey he knew they would find them here.
The woman was tall, she had red long hair in a side braid and blue contact lenses, one of which had slipped to the side just a little to reveal the brown color underneath. The man beside her was tall as well, and muscular, he had shoulder length black hair although the right side of his head was recently burned and the hair there charred away. That injury had been determined to have taken place before he died.
"I'm going to kill him" Sandor growled again and Sansa could do nothing else but stare down and their entwined hands, she couldn't look at them anymore. She squeezed Sandor's hand harder as if to keep the vision of the victims hands reaching for each other but never touching away from her head.
She wouldn't let go this time.
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The swat team slithered through the darkness, silent as shadows despite their heavy equipment. The only light in the shut down construction site coming from the flash light attached to the swat teams guns, as well as the feds coming behind them. Sansa did as she was told and moved behind Sandor as his giant frame covered hers as she slipped into the small warehouse and sneaked against the walls. Their guns raised with their flashlights, constantly ready for the suspect to come out from any corner. Sandor, who led the operation, moved to stand to the side of a closed door and did a quick sign to one of the swat guys who placed himself to the other side of the door.
She felt a bead of sweat inch its way down her back under her white shirt and bulletproof vest. Her heart picked up the pace as Sandor counted down with his fingers, and then the swat team kicked down the door and rushed into the room.
"FBI on your knees!"
"Drop the gun!"
When Sansa and Sandor slipped into the room behind swat, all flashlights were pointed towards the center of the small room, illuminating the pale and gaunt figure of Joffrey baratheon and a crying girl he was holding at gun point.
"Drop your gun" Sandor said in an even voice as he pointed his own at Joffrey.
"Only if you drop your own Clegane" Sandor said nothing, and out of nowhere Joffrey started to laugh.
"Oh how sweet, there she is after all! Behind your back as always, sweet agent Stark. Or can I call you Sanssssaaaa"
"Shut up and drop the gun, you know it's over. You're outnumbered and outgunned, let the girl go and I won't shoot you"
Joffrey laughed again.
"It's never over Clegane, I always have another card to play. As for the girl-" He pulled her hair and she yelped in pain as she cried. "You can have her"
Sandor stood perfectly still and silent as he waited for the catch, nothing was this easy with Joffrey.
Joffrey turned his green slimy eyes to Sansa who was partly visible behind Sandors back. "As long as sweet Sansa comes to fetch her"
Sandors veins filled with both ice and a hot rage at his words. "Let her go or I will shoot you"
"Sandor" Sansa whispered behind him but without letting go of Joffrey with his gaze he replied.
"Stay back, Agent" He hissed and Joffrey laughed at them.
"And here I thought you were the dog and not her, she's the one with the power isn't she Clegane? Come get her Sansa"
Sansa stepped up next to Sandor who hissed at her to get back but she ignored him.
"If he moves, just shoot him" Sansa said and Joffrey nodded to her gun.
"Drop it"
"Absolutely not" Sandor bit out, still not letting his gaze move from Joffrey.
"He is outgunned, remember" Sansa whispered and gently lowered herself to her knees to drop her gun. Before she slowly made her way towards Joffrey and the woman he held captive.
"Katherine, Kitty, it's going to be okay" Sansa said as she slowly got closer to the crying woman. She met Joffreys cold eyes as he moved the gun from Kitty's head towards her instead.
"Sansa!" Sandor!
"Yes Sansaaaa, this wasn't very clever of you was it?" Joffrey taunted, but his smile quickly turned sour as they both heard something move quickly left of them. His gun turned to another target and fired. Sansa grabbed his hand and delivered a sharp blow to the underside of his elbow, breaking his arm in various places. She threw away his gun just as the swat team descended on him, and she quickly moved a screaming Kitty out of the way into the arms of another swat member who quickly escorted them to the door-
Then she saw him, Bronn by his side who pressed against his throat as if he was choking him. But there was so much blood. His dark brown eyes met hers and for the first time since she had met Sandor Clegane a year earlier, she saw that he was scared.
"We need an ambulance!" She shrieked and then got down to her knees next to Sandor, who had started to turn very pale. "Oh Sandor, please hold on, please!"
"Sansa" he souldn't be talking, that would only make the blood loss accelerate through his throat. "Sansa" how could he talk when his mouth wasn't moving?
"Sansa!"
She jerked awake with a gasp and then stared into the brown eyes of the man who had just moments before been bleeding out on the floor of an abandoned warehouse.
"Sandor!"
"Do you always sleep in your office little bird?"
Sansa stood up and walked away from the sofa to her desk. "Yeah I guess I passed out while working last night" when she turned to look at him he had a look of clear suspicion on his face.
"Little bird, if you're scared of going home alone, just tell me and I'll come with you" he had no idea how much she wanted him to do exactly that.
"I'm not scared. I admit that the bodies in the woods put me off balance, but that is exactly what Joffrey wants and I won't let that happen" Sandor nodded.
"Fair enough. What was your dream about?" She looked at him questioningly, she wasn't sure how much she wanted him to know how Joffrey's reappearance disturbed her. "You said my name" he said with a small smirk and she blushed.
"Wipe that grin of your face" she said, a blush spreading on her cheeks and a smirk spreading on his. "I dreamt about the night we caught him, the night he shot you"
Sandor's expression turned pensive for a moment before he started to pull at his tie a bit and then pulled down his collar just a little. She stepped forward and gently put a hand to his neck to look at the scar there.
He could feel her cool breath on his skin and her warm hands touching his neck and chest. He swallowed hard before he started to fix his tie back up, and Sansa reluctantly took a step back.
"It healed, I always heal"
"And I'm very happy that you do, every time" she said with a small smile as she pushed a wayward curl behind her ear.
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"Do think they're fucking?" Bronn asked as he leaned against Margery's desk looking up at Stark's office. The blinders were only partly closed so they could see the interaction happening inside the office.
"Or at least that she wants to fuck him?" Bronn asked, knowing full well that Sandor already wanted to fuck Sansa. Margery sighed as she stared up at the window wistfully.
"Oh I think so. She talked about him an awful lot when we worked together" bronn looked at her with a raised eyebrow and she nodded "True. She was always going on about how brilliant he was and how strong and dedicated he was. I asked her once if she liked him but she brushed me off, but you can spot that blush for miles and miles"
Bronn nodded approvingly and was about to say something when Thoros shot up from his chair and started to run up the stairs leading to Sansa's office. Sandor met him halfway, noticing his sprint across the room.
"What is it?"
"I got a possible location on Joffrey!"
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Sandor watched as the little bird flew around the recently stopped vans and call out the strategy they were going with. Swat was on the way, but they were not going to wait. As the other units raced around the apartment building to cover various exits and take other entrances in to surround the bastard if he tried to run, Sansa made her way over to his team. Fitting herself into a bulletproof vest as she did and throwing away her suit jacket into one of the vans.
"Everyone got an earpiece? Then let's go" and they followed her into the apartment building, making their way to the cellar.
They stopped before the lower level door.
"Trant stay here and guard the front door and elevator" Sansa ordered and Trant looked like he was about to protest but thought better of it when she nailed her eyes into him with a look that said what would happen if he disobeyed her. Good girl.
"Sansa get behind me" Sandor said and she looked at him in surprise.
"No-"
"For god sake woman-"
"The last time I did you got shot"
"Because you didn't stay behind me, now please" Sandor could feel how fast his heart was beating "please get behind me"
"We don't have time for this" Beric interjected and he was right.
Sansa opened the door and let Sandor slip in first before she fell in behind the men.
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At the surface again, surrounded by lockdown tape and sirens wailing and news teams scurrying around the outside of the tape trying to get details from anyone close. Sansa and Sandor watched as the body bag containing Joffrey Baratheon was pushed into a coroner van and driven off. Sansa's hair was plucked out of her braid and fell in curls down her shoulders, billowing a little in the wind. Sandor has folded up the sleeves of his shirt and picked up a cigarette.
Sansa looked at it in surprise "I thought you quit?" He exhaled the smoke through his nose and nodded.
"I have, this is just celebratory" he passed her the cigarette and she shook her head with a smile and breathed in. And then promptly started to cough, making Sandor laugh heartily and taking it from her.
"Have I taught you nothing?" He wondered and she wiped the smoke induced tears from her eyes.
"And I thought I taught you how to quit" she said with a smile and he took one last drag of the cigarette before he threw it on the ground and crushed it under his boot.
"That's loitering, I could fine you for that"
"You would never catch me"
"I would"
"You wish"
They looked at each other and smiled. Then Sansa's smile turned pensive.
"It should feel wrong to be this happy about another person being dead. But I'm not sad"
"Joffrey wasn't a person. And you shouldn't be sad"
Sansa nodded and leaned her head against his shoulder. He looked down at her and for a moment he fantasized about kissing the top of her head. Thoros, Bronn and Beric walked over to them and Sandor watched as the ambulance drove away.
"How is he?"
Bronn shrugged "bruised and battered, he'll be fine. Trant never had a pretty face to begin with anyway"
"What do we do now?" Thoros asked and Sandor looked at Sansa, who had moved her head from his shoulder the moment his team arrived.
"Now we go back to base, and you get some well deserved rest" she said with a smile and they went to get into the cars.
"What about you little bird?" Sansa looked at Sandor across the hood of the car and shrugged.
"I'm going to organize the paperwork for the case and write rapports. Maybe drink some wine as I do" Sandor snorted.
"That doesn't sound relaxed at all" Sansa was about to shrug off his concern when he spoke again "let's get back to base and I'll take you home. Then you can go with us to Snow's...if you want"
She was aware that he didn't ask her for a date, but if she wanted to she could just pretend. She blushed and jumped into the car and then looked over at the driver side where he sat down.
"I'd like that, thank you"
In the backseat the three grown men were huddled together studying the exchange and Bronn elbowed both of them in their respective sides to turn their attention to his phone where it said in capital letters:
THEY ARE SO GOING TO FUCK
The three men nodded at each other with smirks on their faces until they saw the glare Sandor was giving them in the mirror, making their smiles fall instantly.
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Sandor sat on Sansa's couch in her apartment. It was a good neighborhood she lived in, and close to her parents as well, although not too close. He was glad to see that she settled well. He got up to check the view from her window when he spotted something catch the moonlight on the windowsill. He walked over and picked up the small glass wolf that he had given her when she had turned 23, her birthday had been postponed for three months due to her being busy chasing down Joffrey, but the night they caught him, he had his chance.
She had husky's when she was a child, and she had told him how much she had adored her white husky, Lady. But the closest he could find was a wolf. And she had loved it all the same.
"I wish I had come with you when you asked" he turned around and saw Sansa leaning against her bed room door frame. Her red hair loose and flowing over her blue silky peplum. He put down the glass wolf.
"Don't mention it, three years is a long time and you climbed your way through the ranks instead. You wouldn't have had this job had you come with me" he walked over to lean against the back of her white sofa and looked at her.
"But I would have been happy if I had come with you" she slowly made her way to him and stopped in front of him to play with his tie.
"You only say that because we will never know. I could have been your worst nightmare" she snorted out a laugh.
"I doubt it"
"Aren't you happy, little bird?" Sansa stopped fiddling with his tie and looked into his deep brown eyes.
"Not really. I missed you" Sandor felt his mouth go dry at her words. "I still miss you, Sandor"
He crossed his arms over his chest and cleared his throat. "What are you saying Sansa?"
She bit her lip hesitantly before she stepped between his legs even more and brought her hands to his neck.
"That I'm in love with you"
Then she finally pressed her pink little lips against his. She moaned in relief when he pulled her to him hard and reciprocated the kiss.
After a while She broke the kiss just a little and he shivered by how sexy her heavy breathing was "do you think we could just stay here tonight, or do you want to go to the bar?"
"Fuck the bar" he growled and caught her lips again. He placed her hands on her ass and then wandered to her thighs and then picked her up. She tightened her grip around his neck and let him carry her to the bedroom, where she kicked the door close.
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The beeping of her alarm made her groan in annoyance, but the quick movement beneath the sheets next to her brightened her mood instantly. Sandor reached over her body to turn off the alarm. Then he hugged her from behind and kissed her shoulder.
"Not a morning person are you, love?" She grinned stupidly at the endearment as she turned around. Adjusting herself under the cover so that her naked body was pressed up against his. He smirked and kissed her before he eventually turned her over on her back and climbed on top of her. She felt like the cat who got the cream as she cuddled up against him and felt his erect cock press against her stomach.
"Do you think your friends will notice that you're wearing the same clothes as you did yesterday?" She asked between kisses and he frowned at her.
"What? You mean you don't have anything my size?" She laughed and resumed to kiss her neck. "I can swing by my apartment on my way to work and change" she arched her back reflexively as he closed his mouth on one of her nipples.
"But that means that I'll probably have to leave in a few minutes" he said after stopping the delicious torture on her nipple. She cupped his face and brought it up to hers and kissed him deeply. She smiled mentally as he groaned when she wrapped her legs around his waist and brought his cock against her wet pussy.
"Fifteen minutes please" she purred and raised her hips to make his tip slide in.
"Sansa..."
"Ten?" She raised her hips even more and rotated her hips slightly to bring in even more of him.
"Sansa"
"Five minutes, that's an order" she said with a breathless smirk and he laughed before finally giving her what she wanted and slid all the way into her, making her mouth pop open and back arch.
"Yes ma'm" they had done plenty of tender sex the night before, now he needed it rough. He leaned back and grabbed her ankles from around his hips and straightened them in front of him, and she then folded them over his shoulders. The new angle sending shivers down his spine.
"Do you still stretch, little bird?" She nodded with a smirk and he decided to test her. So he leaned forward, all the way until she had her thighs pressed against her chest. And she smirked naughtily at him which ignited something deep within him and he started to pound into her.
Sansa couldn't help but wail stupidly every time he hit the right spot and she could see how pleased he was every time she did so. But it still wasn't enough.
"Touch me" she gasped and he leaned down to kiss her hard before leaning back and pulling out. The sudden loss of contact left her feeling empty but just as soon as he pulled out he grabbed her hips and nudged her to lay on her stomach and she rolled over. His hands still caressing her hips pulled her up to all fours, one hand sneaking to her front to rub her clit and the other one guiding himself into her.
He rubbed her slowly and only moved in and out with his cock in slow movements. Just to annoy her.
"Sandor for fuck sake!" She gasped.
"Tell me what you want"
She felt shivers race through her spine at the sound of his husky voice and pushed back against him to take him deeper.
"fuck me"
"Say it again" he breathed into her ear as he picked up the pace of his strokes both on her clit and his pushing into her.
"Fuck me" he grabbed a handful of her hair and puller her up to him so that his front was pressed against her back. He dropped her hair and squeezed her breasts.
"Yes ma'm" he whispered and felt her shiver as he kissed her neck one last time before he pushed her down to all fours again and then proceeded to fuck her senseless.
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Sandor stepped out of the elevator, his hair still dripping a little from his rushed shower. He threw a quick look up at Sansa's office as he sat down by his desk.
"Hey Sandor!" He looked up as Bronn and Beric walked over to his desk. "We were thinking about going to the track later, wanna join?" Beric asked and Sandor nodded.
"Yeah sure. Did you fill in your rapports?"
"Yes, as opposed to you. What got you so late this morning? And where did you go yesterday?" Bronn asked suspiciously and Sandor glared at him.
"My sink decided to flood, that's why. And I needed time alone yesterday" he said and opened the file on his desk and started to fill in his rapport. To his huge displeasure they didn't move so he glared at them again.
"He's lying" Beric stated and Bronn nodded.
"His tells are hard to notice but he's definitely lying" Bronn pondered and then looked at Beric. "I have a theory"
"Shoot"
"He never left Stark's apartment last night" Sandor gave Bronn a death glare but his oldest friend just smirked. "That would explain Stark's walk this morning"
Beric looked at him intrigued "explain"
Bronn glanced up at the office where Sansa was standing up talking to someone on the phone, flipping through some papers on her desk.
"Well she looked awfully relaxed this morning"
"That happens when we catch escaped psychopaths who wants you dead" Sandor growled and Beric nodded.
"Yes it would. But many a woman has left my bed with that particular walk...I know what it means"
"Not enough hard evidence, you're merely projecting at this point." Beric said and Sandor was about to tell them both to piss off when a voice called his name.
"Sandor can I speak with you? As well as get your rapport" he looked up at Sansa who stood leaning against the metal railing outside her office. Her black pencil skirt hugging her lower body and deep blue shirt making her both look professional and good enough to eat at the same time.
"I haven't finished it yet" he called back "give me five minutes"
"Next time you will get it done on time, I do not tolerate tardiness" she said and walked back into her office. Hips swaying seductively as she did. He was both turned on and extremely annoyed, she was the one who had made him late. That bloody woman.
Beric and Bronn turned to look at him before slowly backing off to their own desks again. Sandor slammed down his pen to the file and started to fill in his take on the Joffrey case. Fume coming through his every pore as he did. Everyone was wise to not get close to him during this time. He glared up at Sansa's office as the blinders closed entirely.
Four minutes and thirty seconds later he slammed his file shut and headed up the stairs with it. When the doors to Stark's office slammed shut Bronn let out a slow whistle and turned to Margery who had her desk next to his, his luck never ceased it seemed.
"So they didn't fuck after all, not with that pent up frustration Sandor has"
Margery snorted out a laugh and shook her head. "Men"
"What?"
"You're so unobservant"
"What?"
"Of course they fucked. It's all over them"
Bronn frowned but then smiled "and how do you know?"
"You focus far too much on Sansa's walk to notice far more obvious things."
"Like what?"
"Like Sandor's walk and how his rushed shower left his hair still a bit wet, and not to mention the way Sansa has been staring at him ever since he stepped out the elevator, blushing like a newly scandalized bride from the Victorian era. She also brushed her hair in a hurry, you can tell by the still tousled part at the back of her head even though she tried to hide it by putting it up in a pony tail. The tousle is a tell tale sign of her head being pushed back and forth against a pillow" Margery smirked naughtily. And Bronn nodded, impressed.
"You're good at what you do"
"I am...she also texted me this morning about it and we're talking about it over drinks later" she smirked and pushed her glasses up her nose before turning back to the code on her computer. Bronn was left to stare at her with an incredulous look on his face.
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Sandor slammed the door behind him, visibly annoyed. "I get that you're the boss and all, and I'm all for the yes ma'm shit in the bed room but do not talk to me like that when you put me in that situation in the first place" he continued to growl at her as she walked around her desk took the file from his hands and put it on the desk behind her, but he trailed of when she put her hands on his chest and then pushed him down into the chair to the side of him.
"What are you-" Sansa caught his lips with hers as she sank down to her knees and spread his legs so she could kneel between them. She held his gaze as she started to unzip his pants and unbuckle his belt. He swallowed hard when her hand grabbed his growing penis in her hand through his underwear.
"I'm sorry I made you late, and that I called you out. It wasn't fair" she reached up and pulled down his underwear to free his now fully erect cock. She gave it a hooded look, she was indescribably sexy, before she met his eyes.
"Do you forgive me?" She asked, a slight pout as she did. He swallowed hard before speaking.
"That depends entirely on where you're going with this" she smirked up at him before she spread her pink lips and wrapped them around his cock. His head fell back instantly as her warm mouth and tongue started to stroke him mercilessly.
"Holy fuck, little bird" he growled and gripped the edges of his seat. "Is this what they teach you at Catholic school?" He could feel the vibrations of her short laugh around him and reveled in the very different sensations. After coasting along the edge of his impending orgasm for what felt like a glorious eternity he pushed her head back gently before spilling himself in his hand. Sansa jumped up from her kneeling position and opened her desk drawer and pulled out a box of tissues, which he used to clean himself up with.
"I change my mind, you can order me around as much as you like if this is how you plan on rewarding me" he chuckled and she smiled as she cuddled into his lap.
"You have no idea how long I have been wanting to do that" she purred and he hugged her to him in a hard embrace.
"You are going to be the death of me" he said and she kissed his cheek.
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At the end of the day, when the team gathered their things, there was a good mood over the group. Broon was trying to talk Margery into a date which she declined playfully everytime he came up with a reason for it to happen.
Beric and Thoros were giggling to themselves as Thoros tried to hack into Trant's computer (he had requated a transfer to another team) and change the backround picture to something the bureau did not approve.
They were all going to go to Snow's, Sansa's brothers bar, for drinks. Sandor watched his team in amusement as he leaned back against his desk, all while sneaking glances up at Sansa's office. She was on the phone with someone while studying her computer screen intently.
"Ready?" Bronn asked as he and Margery walked over to him and Sandor nodded. Beric and Thoros ran after them towards the elevator. Sandor met Sansa's gaze just as she stepped out of the office. Her blue eyes sending waves of something he couldn't name through his body.
The wailing sound of Margery's phone playing Who run the world started playing and she whipped it up to answer.
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just a minute after the elevator doors closed they opened again and the team poured out, their attention currently on Sansa standing in the middle of the room, waving a file.
She smiled "Now that you all had a short break, let's get back to business" She looked at Sandor, a smile tugging at her lips. "We have another case"
Hope you like it!
In my mind this is a mix of bones and the blacklist, I love both shows dearly. I won't guarantee more chapters since I don't know if I'll have the time, but if I do I would love to get back to it.
Some changes to the characters: Sansa is 26 in this story, Sandor is 34.
Let me know what you think.