Title: Behind the Bandana
Rating: R
Pairing/Character(s): Homicide/OC
Summary: She wore a mask hiding her true self, till someone finds out what she really is.
Warnings: cursing, sex (later on)
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,765
Chapter #: (5/10)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: So it's been longer than a year since I've updated this story and worked on it. I figured I would dust if off now and start working on it again and hopefully finish it before another year passes and I don't work on it again. Enjoy!

"Tag match! Tag match! Tag match!" Homicide said quickly holding up his hands to calm her before she went berserk. "It'll be me and you verses Chris Sabin and one of his friends."

"But I don't wrestle," She said quietly.

"I know, but they don't know that," He said slowly "We'll work it out so you don't have to do anything but the things you know."

"Great, punching, huracanrana and some other small moves great part I will have in that," She said spitefully taking a sip out of her drink again. "I hate Russo."

"Join the club," He said smiling "But don't worry, we're going to go to the place early so we can get you working on some stuff."

"Won't people think that's a little odd?" She asked slowly.

"That's the brilliant part about getting there before everyone," He said winking at her.

"That's like 10 o'clock," She said laughing "You hate getting up before noon."

"It's all for you babe," He said as their food came.

Their table turned silent as they slowly ate their food. Reagan avoided his gaze, biting her lip she thought about calling Chris to let him know. Her only problem was how to ask for Sabin's number without seeming odd. She knew that Homicide had his number; she would have to take his phone in the night and call him.

"What are you thinking about?" Homicide asked quickly as she looked up from her half eaten plate.

"Nothing special," She said blushing as she picked at her steak. "Just how I'm going to repay you for this extravagant dinner."

"I can think of some ways," He smiled. "But you did that before."

"I love you," She said laughing quietly.

"I know you do," He said slowly placing down his silver ware.

"What?" She asked quickly her heart racing as he reached out and took her hand.

"Nothing," He said looking confused.

"Don't do that," She sighed leaning back in the booth.

"What did I do?" He asked.

"You said 'I know you do' very slowly and quietly and looked solemnly at me," She said glaring.

"I'm sorry baby I didn't mean for it to be taken that way," He said biting his lip.

"Stop it!" She said frantically.

"Okay okay," He said laughing "Trying to lighten the mood."

"Too late," She sighed rolling her eyes going back to her food.

After their romantic dinner, Homicide took Reagan on a nice moon lit walk on the beach across from their neighborhood. She couldn't wipe the smile from her face, she forgot entirely about calling Chris. As Homicide removed her small coat when they got back to their house he kissed her as he told her he was going to go take a shower.

"So tempting," She sighed as he kissed her neck lightly.

"You know you want to," He laughed quietly as he laced his fingers with her tugging on her arm lightly. "We haven't in forever."

"I know," She said biting her lip.

"Something stopping you?" He asked quietly as she held her place.

"Someone," She said quietly to herself.

"Rea?"

"No, I mean--"

"Look babe if you don't want to I'm not going to force you," He said kissing her lips lightly. "I know you're tired."

"Yeah, tired, I think I'm gonna get ready for bed now," She said slowly. "Rain check?"

"Of course," He smiled before walking off into the bathroom.

Reagan bit her lip again as she tried to figure out how to call Chris without Homicide knowing about it. Quickly she walked to her room, changing into her sleep clothing she sat on the bed. The phone was in the bathroom, Homicide always carried his phone in his pants, and she just had to get it away from him. Quickly pushing herself off of the bed she ran to the bathroom. Pressing her ear against the door she smiled as she heard the water running. Slowly she opened the door a crack and grinned seeing the phone sitting on the counter. Quickly she grabbed it and shut the door.

"Good thing he takes long showers," She said aloud grinning as she searched through his phone contacts trying to find Sabin's. "There it is,"

Biting her lip she walked back to the bed room, shutting the door she looked down at the phone. Chris Sabin's number highlighted she didn't know what to do. Slowly walking over to the bed she collapsed on the bed as she still stared at his phone. Her hand shook as she reached her thumb to the call button. Once the display screen say calling she put the phone up to her ear. After about three rings a familiar voice answered.

"Cide?"

"It's Reagan," She said quickly her voice quaking.

"Reagan!" He said happily as she sighed. "What—uhm, why you calling?"

"Uhm, Nelson, he told me something that I thought you would be interested in," She said slowly not sure how to go about the topic.

"Really? What did Cide have to say?" Chris asked quickly.

"We have a match against each other," Rea said slowly.

"We? Which we?"

"Me, and you…well it's a tag match. Me and Homicide against you and who ever you choose," She bit her lip as the other end of the line went dead silent. "Chris?"

"Oh, well—glad you told me," He said laughing nervously. She could just picture his cheeks lighting up from the blush. "Why did you tell me?"

"I--" She opened and closed her mouth why did she call him? "I don't really know. I suppose I just wanted to warn you."

"So I could take it easy on you when you are in the ring?" He asked slowly.

"No, you can beat my ass for all I care," She said biting her lip. "But for Nelsons sake, you know he'll be protective of me. If you beat the shit out of me he'll kill you."

"Why is he even allowing you in the ring?"

"Because I have had some training, but he doesn't want me to get hurt," She said shrugging.

"Don't they know that you—uh are a girl?" He asked hesitantly.

"Of course they do," She said laughing as she twisting a strand of hair around her finger.

"You think they are going to tell me and my partner?" Sabin asked.

"I doubt it, including you only about six other people know," She said sighing.

"What do you think will happen if everyone found out?" Chris asked slowly as her heart raced at the thought. She did not want him to tell everyone or in the match mess up what she had with LAX. "Don't they realize that something might happen during the match?"

"Suppose that's why he told me he didn't want me in the match all that much," She sighed "I don't blame him; I can only do a handful of moves."

"They'll be on me won't they?" Chris said laughing, her stomach flipped at she pictured his smile again.

"Most likely," She smiled too "You are the only one who knows and wouldn't try to rip off my bandannas and ten layers of clothing."

"How many layers do you have?" He asked laughing again. "And those can't be your clothing."

"I've got on three and no they certainly aren't," She said rolling her eyes "I have to have a huge belt just to be able to keep the pants up."

"Nice mental picture," He said slowly.

"Hey!" She said laughing. Her heart leapt into her throat as she heard that Homicide was out of the shower. "Uhm Chris I have to go, Nelson's about to walk into the room. I—I'll see you at the tapings. Meet me in our spot around 2 o'clock, we'll talk."

"Can't wait, bye," He said hanging up quickly.

"Bye," She said shutting Homicides phone off.

"Babe have you seen my phone--" Homicide opened the bed room door and looked around then noticed Reagan sitting on the bed with it in her hands. "Oh you have it, where did you find it?"

"Bathroom," She blushed "My phone was charging I had to call my Mom."

"Oh well not at least I know I'm not losing my mind," He said throwing his dirty clothing in their laundry hamper. He smiled as he looked at her laying on the bed smirking up at him. Suddenly he jumped on the bed and onto her. She laughed as he kissed her lightly. "You look beautiful."

"Stop it," She giggled as he tickled her sides lightly. "You know I don't like to be tickled."

"I know," He said as he started to rub her sides. "But it's a nice lead into this."

"Again you greedy bastard," She laughed as he rolled off of her. "Awww, I was ready and willing."

"We can save it for the morning," He said kissing the side of her head.

Chris placed down his phone and stared at it quietly. He wasn't sure that that even happened, it didn't seem like it was real. She had called him—of course it was about his job but still it didn't seem right. He was going to be in a match with her, and before the match was even going to take place they were going to meet. Chris didn't know how to react to either of it. Turning away from his phone he slowly walked into his bed room. Stripping off his clothing he fell into the bed. Staring up at the ceiling he couldn't help but smile.

He wasn't sure was this new feeling was that he was experiencing but he liked it. He was just hoping it wouldn't turn into love. She had Homicide and she was in love with Homicide, he would never tear them apart. Even before he met Reagan he remembered how Homicide would talk about her. The look in his eyes said it all about them: he was in love with her and would do anything for her.

Groaning Chris turned onto his stomach burying his face in his pillows. Before he went to sleep he had to get her out of his thoughts so his dreams wouldn't be filled with her smiling face, her beautiful face and haunting eyes. He opened his eyes quick and tried to get her out of his mind, but it didn't seem like it was going to happen. Sitting up quickly he pulled back the sheets. Crawling into them he wrapped them around him, with a smile on his face he drifted off to sleep picturing Reagan running into his open arms and kissing him.