Chapter 16 – Save You
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the Rhodes family and Grandma's rules. We all know who do!
I would like Tinks to know that I am still praying to the Holy parents and Blessed Child for her safe recovery. And all the saints. (Like I wasn't going to put this in LOL!) And I owe you for the title, so hugs, kisses, first-born child…all yours! Thanks for letting Rebecca go shopping hehehe.
I would also like to say something on a slightly more serious note. There seems to be a great deal of plot and story stealing going on on this site at the moment. I know some people are quite upset about this. This site is supposed to be a place for us to unleash our imaginations. It doesn't matter if we write short pieces, work with each other to develop stories or bat ideas off each other. It doesn't matter if people aren't even that well rated. What's important is that FanFicton exists – for some of us it's an incredibly important outlet from the daily grind.
What is most upsetting is that the people who are taking things do so and sometimes don't even do anything remotely good with it. I have no issues if people want to use my OC or even some of my ideas – all I ask is that where it came from is acknowledged and people ask me first. I know a lot of people feel the same way.
Additionally, we all need to respect each other here. There's a lot of hate from people who don't like others' OCs. Why? We all have the right to self-expression and our own imaginations.
As always, the story has been M rated for a reason and I never know where these two are going so…
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Rebecca stood in the hall, looking into her apartment. All she could see was utter destruction. Crockery smashed, paintings ripped, photo frames smashed on the floor. Her couch had been slashed and everything turned out. The walls were filthy, the curtains ripped from the curtain track. Flack was on his cell again. It had rung shortly after he'd hung up on Mac.
"No, I can't take this one," he was saying angrily. Rebecca turned to him, their eyes meeting.
"Aside from the fact that it's two doors down from my apartment, Sergeant, I, uh, have a personal connection to this one."
Rebecca watched Flack's jaw set in that stubborn tone as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the line dig themselves into an even bigger hole.
"Sergeant," he bit off, "I can't take this case because the victim is my girlfriend. That good enough a reason for you?"
His eyes met Rebecca's again, apologetically. This was not how either of them had wanted their colleagues to find out. And, knowing the gossip mill at NYPD, everyone would know, from the Chief to the beat cop, within a few hours. Muttering a few acknowledgements, Flack finished his call and dumped his cell back in his pocket. He came back over to her and took her in his arms, his chin resting on top of her head.
"Come on," he said, "Let's go get some coffee. They'll be here soon."
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After the CSI team, consisting of Hawkes and Mac, had arrived and processed her apartment, Rebecca has gone briefly in to take a look; to see if anything could be salvaged. Nothing could be. Flack had taken charge and called her insurance company. Once the team had finished processing, Rebecca had gone into her bedroom to discover her wardrobe trashed, her beloved Rangers gear shredded into tiny pieces. Whoever it was had taken a knife to her bed, the mattress now having springs and ticking coming out from several different places. At least, she thought, she'd had the presence of mind to take her keys, her cell and her bank cards to Flack's. There was nothing she could tell them – she hadn't been in her apartment. She hadn't seen anyone. It was another dead end to the whole incident. Then she walked outside, to where several uniforms were milling around. Jess Angell was the detective assigned to the case. Between the calls and the PD arriving, Flack had given her a pair of his track pants. The few looks she'd got from the uniforms had quickly been stopped by a glare from Flack.
Rebecca sat down on the stoop, her arms folded, the ground cold underneath her bare feet. Jess came over and sat beside her, tossing her a pair of flip flops.
"Thanks," said Rebecca, slipping them on, "I appreciate it."
"I'm only sorry our feet aren't the same size," replied Jess, "This was all I got."
"It's no biggie," said Rebecca, "I just need to do some shopping urgently. I have absolutely nothing."
"Yeah," replied Jess, "I am so sorry. I saw your apartment. Looks like the guy really saved his rage for your bedroom. Do you need somewhere to stay?"
Rebecca gave her a look she saved for the dumbest of questions: her "You're shitting me, Sherlock?" look. Jess laughed.
"Let me guess," she said, "Now that you've been outed to the entire department, Flack's doing his whole protective and bossy routine. He gonna let you out at all?"
"I doubt it," replied Rebecca, drily, "He seems to have this whole superhero thing going on now. He's already requested a few days off from the Chief. He told me he wants to look after me." She snorted, "Keep me under his beady eye more like."
"He just wants to protect you," said Jess, "I think he loves you. He just doesn't want to see anything happen to you."
Rebecca smiled. Then she tugged at her t-shirt.
"Well, now that I'm co-habiting, albeit under very odd circumstances, with one of New York's finest, I think I need to review my wardrobe," she said.
Jess put her arm around Rebecca's shoulder and smiled at her.
"Which, seeing as I got off shift ten minutes ago, is where I come in!" she replied.
Just then, Flack walked out of the building and down the steps. The women turned to look at him. He lifted his eyebrows in an exaggerated fashion at the sight of the two of them together.
"Do I want to know what the two of you are cooking up now?" he asked.
Jess just grinned at him.
"I'm taking your girlfriend shopping," she said, "Trust me, Flack, it'll be all good. First stop the NHL store!" finishing the sentence with a mock salute.
"Just no teeny shorts again," he said, "And please don't get matching outfits again," he added.
The two women dissolved into laughter at the memory of their very drunken sleepover. Flack just muttered under his breath and headed off to the diner on the corner.
"Double latte, drip and whatever I'm having?" he shouted back at them.
"You got it!" they yelled, smiling at each other.
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The women had hit Fifth Avenue with a vengeance. Since Rebecca had spent a great deal of time in Europe, she was a big fan of H & M, so that had been their first stop, Rebecca managing to stock up inexpensively on all sorts of basics. Then they'd hit the Gap, Banana Republic and Macy's. They'd even gone to get their hair done. At least, thought Rebecca, she had the basics down, enabling her to have enough clothes for work, leisure and running to see her until the check came in from the Insurance. Jess had reminded her about make-up and they'd gotten her her toiletries. After a couple of solid hours, they had retreated to a Dean and DeLuca for lunch, a coffee and a breather. Jess, who had come off the night shift, looked exhausted, thought Rebecca guiltily. She put her hand over the other woman's.
"Jess," she said, "You should go home. You must be exhausted."
Jess stifled another yawn and shook her head.
"You gotta be kidding," she said, "We are not done yet! You don't have enough shoes yet!"
Rebecca laughed. Dressed in a Banana Republic t-shirt, some Adidas trainers and some Gap blue jeans, she felt a great deal more human. The leather jacket Jess had insisted on her buying looked good too. The make-over on the Benefit counter in Macy's had also served to cheer her up no end. Now she felt more human. The rest of her purchases were in a growing collection of shopping bags at their feet. She was especially pleased with her Mandarina Duck handbag – a red creation with numerous sections to it. Then she frowned. There was one thing missing. Jess noticed the frown.
"Are you ok Bec?" she asked, concerned. Rebecca shook her head. Tears were forming now.
"Talk to me," said Jess, shifting her chair round the small table so that she could put her arm around her friend's shoulder, while fishing in the bag from the drugstore for the box of paper tissues they'd bought, "They will catch the asshole that did this, we will."
"I know," replied Rebecca, with a sniff, wiping her eyes, "It's just that all my gorgeous underwear is gone. That red dress is ruined."
Jess tried and failed to suppress a laugh.
"You have some crazy asshole stalking you, who in all probability is the same perp who trashed your entire life and you're worried about your sexy panties," she said.
Rebecca nodded. Jess tipped her head to one side.
"Well, I can't say as I blame you, seeing as you have one hot, sexy man on tap 24-7 now," she mused, then grinned wickedly, "And, girlfriend, I have just the solution to your problem!"
Jess stood and pulled a confused looking Rebecca to her feet.
"First stop, replacement frock," Jess said, "Second stop, Frederick's of Hollywood!"
And she grabbed half the bags from the floor and propelled Rebecca out of the small coffee shop.
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After that, they'd stopped once at the NHL store so Rebecca could replace most of her Rangers gear. She'd even picked up some Stanley Cup branded gear on sale for Flack, which she knew he would love, in addition to a frankly much nicer tie than he was used to wearing. Jess had insisted, saying it was going to be expected that any of Flack's girlfriends take on his terrible taste in ties, or, as Jess put it, "His downright disgusting fugly ties", trying to make Rebecca promise to burn them all now she had all areas access to them.
She had taken a cab back to their apartment building, dropping a fit-to-drop Jess on the way.
It took her a few minutes to struggle up to their floor with all the bags and she wandered past her own apartment, trying not to look at the yellow tape that criss-crossed the doorway. She let herself into Flack's apartment.
"Hello?" she called out, "Baby, you here?"
She heard a muffled thump and curse coming from behind the closed bedroom door. Dropping the bags by Flack's hockey gear, she made her way over to it and opened the door.
OK, make that tried to open the door. Something was blocking it from the other side.
"Is everything OK in there?" she called.
"Yeah sweetheart," Flack shouted, "Everything's fine! We'll be out in just a sec."
We? What was going on in there? Rebecca headed to the kitchenette and made herself a mug of coffee. There was mostly silence, the sound of muffled dragging, some thumps and some more muffled swearing. Rebecca was about to go in and see how Flack was disposing of the body, when the door opened and Flack and Joe, the super, came out of the room, looking a bit hot and sweaty. Joe was carrying a ladder under his arm. He looked a bit put out. Rebecca raised her eyebrows.
"Do I need to leave?" she asked, "You boys need some more alone time?"
Flack fixed her with his "don't mess with the detective" look. Rebecca giggled.
"Joe, thanks," said Flack, "I really appreciate this."
Joe wiped off his forehead with a red handkerchief.
"Jeez, Donnie," he said, "The things we do for the ladies. I'll catch you later, detective. Dr Rhodes, I'll have you your new keys tomorrow."
Rebecca thanked Joe and he ushered himself and his ladder out of the door. Rebecca shut it behind him and turned to face Flack, crossing her arms.
"You going to tell me what the hell is going on?" she asked. Flack just walked towards her with a scarf in his hands. He grinned.
"You trust me baby?" he asked. Rebecca looked at him warily. "I have a surprise for you," he said, "And I think it'll be better this way."
Rebecca allowed him to blindfold her and lead her over to his bedroom. He guided her inside and then took off the blindfold.
The first thing she noticed was the slight rearrangement of furniture in the small room. Closely followed by the new, large, shiny, red leather punchbag that now hung in a corner of his bedroom. She felt Flack come up behind her, putting his hands around her waist. Rebecca slowly let out the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.
"You like it?" he asked, a note of worry in his voice. He worried he was rushing things.
Rebecca turned slowly around in his embrace and put her hands around his neck. She stood on tip-toes and kissed him softly on his lips.
"I love it," she said, "Thank you!"
He eagerly kissed her back, holding her close.
"I cleared out some space in the closet for you, for all that shopping you did," he said, "Did Fifth Avenue survive?"
Rebecca smiled. "Mostly," she said, "But we did a bit of a raid on the NHL store."
Flack chuckled. His eyes turned tender as he looked down at the woman he loved.
"I just wanted to do something to make this place seem like home for you," he said, "And I thought it would make you feel, I don't know, stronger if you start working out with it again. You don't like feeling defenseless, I know."
Rebecca pulled him into a hug so he didn't see the tears welling up. She hadn't realized he understood her that well. That she hated feeling scared. Defenseless.
"Just one thing," he said. Rebecca looked at him. "Don't kick the crap out of it when I'm home."
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because I'll only have to come check if you're OK and the sight of you all hot and sweaty just does something to me," he confessed, pressing his forehead to hers. Rebecca smiled.
"And what kind of thing does it do to you, detective?" she asked, knowing full and fine well what he meant. He looked into her eyes, a dangerous glint in his own.
"Let's just say," he said carefully, his eyes never leaving hers, "That I'll only end up getting you even more hot and sweaty," he said.
Rebecca smiled a small, seductive smile.
"Promises, promises," she said, making a mental note to test that theory out as soon as humanely possible.
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Rebecca dispatched Flack back to the lounge, telling him she had to unpack her things and proceeded to empty the contents of the bags onto his bed and put things away. Not before she checked out his side of the closet and edited his tie collection. Jesus, she thought, Jess was right. She hid the worst in one of her bags, making a note to smuggle them to the Salvation Army when she got a chance. Not that she thought there was a hope in hell they'd accept them. She neatly folded her things and put them away. Not much, she thought wistfully, but her now-compact wardrobe would be added to once the insurance came through, not that she needed it. She had enough. And Frederick's of Hollywood had seen to the rest.
Turning her attention to the bathroom, she arranged her toiletries in the cabinet and in the shower, making a note she'd need to get some sort of trolley to put the rest of her things in. Then she opened the medicine cabinet and put in the large box of prophylactics she'd bought at the drugstore.
"Jesus Christ!" said a voice from behind her, causing her to jump. She turned round and glared at her boyfriend, who had come to see what was taking so long. She put her hands on her hips.
"Don't do that!" she said, "And what? You never seen the contents of a girl's bathroom before?"
He gestured helplessly at his idea of hell.
"Seriously, babe," he said, "I just don't get how you women need all this stuff."
He picked up the purple nylon body scrubber that now hung from one of the taps.
"I mean, what the hell is this?"
Rebecca smirked.
"You know how you love my soft skin?" she asked, watching Flack swallow at the memory and nod, "Takes work baby." She removed the item from his hands and returned it to the tap. Then she turned to him and grinned.
"Can you go back outside to the lounge?" she asked, "For about five minutes? I have a surprise for you."
Now Flack was the one looking wary. But he acquiesced and left the room. Rebecca grabbed the Frederick's bag he'd not spotted at her feet and pulled out the contents, smiling at the thought of the look that he was going to give her. Smirking, she stripped and changed into the pretty black bra and naughty panties that Jess had talked her into. Poking her head around the doo, she called to Flack that he could come back in. Which he did, quickly.
"You know what really upset me the most?" she called from behind the slightly ajar door.
"No babe, what?" he replied.
"That you never got to see the rest of my lingerie collection," said Rebecca. Flack's jaw dropped and he sat down heavily on the edge of his bed. He closed his mouth. He was already getting hard.
"I mean," continued Rebecca, "I had some really nice stuff, so I had to start replacing it and I don't know if it's any good."
Flack made some sort of affirmative noise.
"Jess talked me into these crotchless things, but I don't know what I think."
Christ, thought Flack, his jeans now incredibly uncomfortable, what on earth…? He clenched his hands at his side. How could this one woman, just talking about what she probably was wearing turn him on so much? He was starting to get all sorts of dirty, seductive images in his downright perverted mind. Then the door opened and she stood in the doorway, posing there for him.
There she was, in a lace and satin push-up bra and some ruffled panties. She bit her lip and looked at him.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
Instead of replying, Flack propelled himself off the bed and moved towards her. In answer, he simply picked her up, easily holding her slight weight in his arms and then slammed her back against the wall. Her knees bent and she wound them around his waist. He heard her laugh a deep, throaty laugh before she kissed him.
He reached down and undid his own fly, hurriedly pushing his jeans down just enough. Rebecca clung on to him with one arm and her legs, slipping one hand into his to give him one of the little packages she'd come home with. She smiled at him and he grinned lustfully back, as he ripped open the little package, smoothing the latex into place, shuddering slightly at the sensation.
He couldn't believe that he was so hard from no foreplay.
He held her firmly, one hand on her hip as his other touched her between the legs, to judge how ready for him she was. As he touched her soft folds, he found her already wet. He watched her bite her lip and bang her own head back against the wall, closing her eyes. His eyes never left her face as he inserted one, then two fingers, gently moving them in and out of her and was rewarded with a moan. He bent his head to hers and kissed her deeply, passionately, moving his fingers back out and gently rubbing her clit. Rebecca was panting.
"I definitely like these panties," he said, grinning, before kissing her again. Then he removed his hand and put it on her other hip, holding her in place. Then he moved himself up and thrust inside her with one fluid, swift movement. As he felt her moist warmth he realized he wasn't going to last long and set a fast, urgent pace, moving his hand back between her legs and rubbing the spot he knew would bring her.
She moved her hips as urgently as he did, urging him on. Flack sucked her neck and pulled her hips towards his, thrusting deeper as he did. She gasped, tightening her legs around his waist. As he felt the first flutters of her muscles gripping him, he changed his pace, losing control. He was dimly aware of her crying out, pulling him closer to her as he finally tipped over the edge. He gave a final thrust, feeling himself spill out hotly. He paused for a moment, his head resting on her shoulder, before he slipped out of her and carried her back towards the bed. He laid her gently on the bed, before stripping himself of his clothes. He climbed onto the bed and pulled her into a close embrace, gently stroking her, looking deep into her eyes. He smiled. She smiled in return, lifting her hand to smooth his hair and wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"I wanted to say thank you," she said, "For the punch-bag."
Flack grinned and gently kissed her.
"You did," he replied, "And I got to give you that fantasy, against the wall."
Rebecca smiled a small smile.
"But, baby," she said, pouting slightly, "Now I'm going to have to come up with a new one."
Flack lifted his eyebrows suggestively as he moved over her, his body already stirring, placing her underneath him.
"Then we'd better get to work on that," he said.
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This honestly wasn't going to be a smutty chapter but the abysmal Game 6 NYR-Caps game has required me to come up with suitable distraction for me and Tinks.
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