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Jenheir1: Ha just when you thought you had it all figured out ;-)
Nichellemarie: There you are. Wondering if you got lost in FFN I know I do sometimes lol. If you see any of the others send them this way lol. Me? Keep them apart long? Naahhh.
Silver Maker: Yeah, that would fix it but she's only 21 and might like to have kids. Poor him? Poor you! Blech. Yeah I laughed my ass off while writing the forehead tattoo. OMG that would have been hysterical to see...all the lyrics? Nope sure didn't read your nonexistent diary, my husband says that Legates and Michelle are me and him /shrug.
1956JohnDeere50: There's another one for tomorrow. That warning is more ahem fun ;-)
Doc206: Yeah that's a good word.
Yenyen76: You know my husband says I'm evil too. But according to my family it's just normal LOL
Angelbach: I never really noticed it but I'll keep an eye out for it. Usually either my beta or my husband catches stuff like that. You can't be talking about me because I suffer from a severe case of CRS. What was I typing about? Oh, I didn't give HIM a beat down. I just made him feel like an absolute schmuck.
Nertooold54: Huh I must have been tapping my inner Nertoool54 when I wrote his apology. LOL
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Chapter 37 – Jumping from a Plane
Michelle groaned and reached for her phone. Glancing at it and seeing Legates' number, she hit ignore and dropped her head back on the pillow. Her door was flung open and she jumped out of her skin. Tanya flopped down next to her.
"Hey, so do you have plans today? My sister bugged out on our plans to do some parachuting today and I was wondering if you'd like to give it a try. You'd be tandem diving with a qualified jumper but it'll be fun," Tanya prattled.
Michelle blinked her eyes and burrowed back into the pillow. Her phone buzzed in her hand and she ignored it. Tanya plucked it from her hand and glanced at it.
"Hello, sexy," she cooed into the phone.
"Tanya, let me talk to Michelle, pleeasseee," Legates begged.
Tanya's eyebrows rose and she looked closer at Michelle and saw the tear tracks. Michelle shook her head no.
"She's not available can I take a message?" Tanya said stiffly.
"Okay, okay, I'm an ass, okay, just let me talk to her," he said.
"Can't, she's getting dressed. We're going out," Tanya said.
Michelle scrambled off the bed and walked to her dresser to get dressed. Looked like Michelle was going parachuting whether she wanted to or not. Tanya eyed the large bruise on Michelle's arm and wondered what had happened. No way Legates had hit her.
"I'm going to come over there," he said.
"Do what you want but you can't get into the building without a card and no one will be here anyway. Her roommate just left for work," Tanya said. She ended the call and smirked at Michelle.
"Looks like you're going parachuting with me today. Where did that ugly ass bruise come from?" Tanya asked, eyeing the bruise. Michelle nodded miserably and pulled on her shoes.
"Umm, Josh was really drunk last night and while we were helping him up the steps, he fell backwards down the steps and dragged me with him. What do I need for today?" She asked Tanya with a grimace.
"He dragged you down the steps? What the hell? Comfortable clothes and sneakers. Just like you are now is fine. Now let's get some coffee and go," Tanya said. The two women left the dorm the door closing with a solid clunk followed by the snick of the locks.
Tanya glared at Michelle's phone as it rang again. It had been in a locker during their three hour class and there was forty missed calls. Growling she snatched the phone up and answered it.
"Josh, just leave us the hell alone. We're going to have some fun jumping out of a plane," Tanya said with an edge in her voice.
"What?" Legates asked, with a slightly panicked tone.
"Jumping out of a plane, we just finished our classes at Jumper's Landing and we're going to jump out of a plane. She's going tandem and I'm going solo," Tanya told him in an even tone. Even though she was pissed, she could hear the worry in his voice.
"Jumper's Landing," he said in a frantic tone, "Tanya stay away from there. There is an instructor named Ric-"
"Don't want to hear it. We're leaving, bye," Tanya said, hanging up the phone. She heard it ring as she slammed the locker door closed.
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Booth rolled over and glared at his phone as it rang on the bedside table. He and Brennan had only been asleep for a few hours and he didn't want to answer it. Groaning, Booth reached over and grabbed the phone.
"Booth," he answered.
"Sarge, it's Legates," Legates said hurriedly.
"Legates, why the hell are you calling me?" Booth rumbled into the phone.
"Michelle is parachuting with Rickets as her tandem," Legates rushed out, his agitation coming through loud and clear.
"WHAT?" Booth bellowed as he jumped from the bed.
Brennan yelped in startled surprise as Booth jumped from the bed and began pulling on clothes.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Legates? You let her go with Rickets? That guy is...he is... what is wrong with you?" Booth said, as he jerked on his clothes.
"I just found out about it a few minutes ago and I didn't LET her do anything," Legates answered as he pulled on his pants.
"How long exactly?" Booth asked, pulling on his shoes. Brennan was sitting in the bed trying to figure out what was going on.
"Two minutes," Legates said.
"I'll be there in five maybe ten," he said, hanging up his phone.
"Booth what is going on?" Brennan asked, confused at his hurried movements.
"Michelle is doing something stupid that could get her killed or worse and I have to go try to save her," Booth said, running out the door. Skidding to a halt, he turned around and ran back to the bed and dropped a kiss on her lips.
"I'll be back in maybe an hour," he told her.
She nodded and watched as he ran out of the room. Booth got in the Sequoia and pulled out his phone.
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Michelle sat with Tanya in the plane. The vibrations of the small craft making adrenaline shoot through her body. She didn't want to do this and the jumping out of the plane wasn't what was making her nervous. It was the guy she had been paired with to jump tandem. He was giving her the creeps.
While she sat through the three hour class, he kept staring at her and licking his lips which could be dry skin or a pervy move on his part. She wasn't sure but she was going to think the best and hope it was dry skin.
"Time to jump ladies," Rickets said, standing up.
Michelle stood up and let him clip them together. She watched Tanya jump then stepped forward with Rickets.
"Ready?" He yelled over the rush of the wind.
She nodded and he jumped, pushing her out of the plane.
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Legates was still pulling on his clothes when his phone rang.
"Hello," he answered.
"I'm turning the corner to the base, your ass had better be at the gates in less than five minutes," Booth growled.
"On my way," Legates said, as he hopped down the hallway pulling on one shoe.
He ended the call and took off running. His unit watched him haul ass down the hallway and looked towards his room to see what was going on. Techie stood in the doorway and shrugged. Booth pulled up next to the visitors center and glanced at his watch. Two minutes had passed when Legates climbed into the the passengers side door. Booth glanced at Legates and clamped his jaw tight.
"What in the hell did you do, Legates?" Booth growled, glaring at the word on his forehead.
"I was an asshole," Legates responded.
"Yeah, I can see that. You even managed to get it stamped on your forehead," Booth said, biting back the grin at Legates' public humiliation.
"Not funny, Sarge. I've been trying to call her since I woke up. She won't talk to me," Legates growled.
"I warned you about their evil streaks. I wasn't kidding," Booth said, sighing.
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Michelle closed her eyes and wondered about the lack of free fall feeling. Then she realized her mistake as a hand settled on her inner thigh. She struggled to get her hand in place to stop its upward movement. Before she could stop him, his hand cupped her between her legs. Finally getting her hand on his, she yanked his hand away.
Before she could stop him, his hand was back at her thigh. Then to her horror a second hand reached up and grabbed her breast. She struggled to keep his hands from her anatomy as they fell towards the ground. They spun in the air as she struggled to keep his hands from her body. She was only able to remove his hands when he pulled the ripcord. As the chute deployed and they were yanked backwards, she realized that when they landed she was effectively strapped to him and had no way to free herself. Her mind started running as to what she could do.
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Booth skidded to a halt in front of the hanger and jumped out. He ran into the building and came back out in less than a minute. Getting in the truck, Booth threw the truck in gear and sped off.
"If she lives through this I will just beat the shit out of you. If she doesn't well, I hope you have everything squared away. Rickets, well he's dead either way," Booth said, his teeth clenched.
Legates narrowed his eyes and ground his jaw together. Nothing Booth could say would make him feel any worse than he already did. They pulled up onto the edge of a field. Booth jumped out and Legates followed him. Booth walked to the back of the Sequoia and threw the hatch open. Digging around, Booth pulled out a set of binoculars. He lifted them to his eyes and scanned the sky. He spotted a lone diver and then just above the lone diver a tandem pair.
"Gotcha," Booth muttered then zoomed his binoculars.
"He is going to die," Booth growled when he saw Michelle pushing against Rickerts' hands.
Legates watched in horror as the tandem pair began to spin in an out of control. Closing his eyes, he started to pray. Because of his childish stupidity Michelle was up there fighting with Rickets to keep his hands off her.
"I think I'm just going to shoot you and Rickets," Booth said. He pulled out his phone and dialed the local police station.
"Rogers, this is Special Agent Seeley Booth. Look, I have a situation here at the Jumper's landing field number three. Yeah, I need an officer here to make an arrest. Sexual assault," Booth said, "will you allow me to detain him until an officer arrives?" Booth paused and pursed his lips.
"Okay, thanks," Booth said, then hung up the phone.
Legates saw the pair about to land and took off running. Booth jogged behind him, slowly, giving him time to beat the hell out of Rickets.
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Michelle felt Rickets' feet hit the ground and immediately started frantically fighting. She had just started when she heard a thudding of feet. She looked up to see Legates and Booth barreling towards her. Legates reached them and grabbed Rickets by the harness. Michelle tried to duck as he yanked the man's helmet off and punched him in the side of the face, knocking his goggles off.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You sick freak. You may have gotten away with it before but not this time," Legates yelled as he unclipped the two harnesses.
When she was free, Michelle scrambled away from the men, tearing her helmet and goggles off. Now that Michelle was no longer attached, Legates picked Rickets up and threw him backwards on the ground. Before Rickets could clear the fuzz from his mind, he realized there was a very large boot on his throat. Legates felt pure unadulterated rage pound through his system. He felt something soft under his boot and looked down to see Rickets' face turning red and the man gasping frantically for air.
Legates could think of nothing better than to watch the life drain from this man's eyes. Booth realized that if he didn't step in Legates was going to kill Rickets. Booth jogged over and put his hand on Legates arm. Legates jerked his head up and looked Booth in the eye.
"I got it from here," Booth said. Legates took a step back and took a deep breath.
"Derek Rickets, you are under arrest for the sexual assault of Michelle Welton," Booth read the man the rest of his rights as he handcuffed him.
Legates turned and strode over to where Michelle was standing with her arms wrapped around herself. He dropped to his knees in front of her, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.
"Jesus, Baby, I'm so sorry. God I never...I was an idiot. I'm so sorry," he told her, his voice muffled by her chest.
Michelle stood there her body shaking, her mind empty, and her heart pounding a mile a minute. Legates felt her shaking, sat down on the ground and pulled her into his lap. Tanya had finished gathering her parachute and came striding over.
"Let her go," she screeched, reaching for Michelle. Legates' hand shot out and grabbed her wrist gently.
"Don't," he whispered fiercely. Tanya looked at Michelle and dropped to her knees.
"I didn't think she'd have this big a problem with jumping," Tanya whispered.
"It's not the actual jumping," Booth said from over Legates shoulder as he led Rickets toward his vehicle.
Tanya's eyes got wide at the sight of Booth leading Rickets away in handcuffs. A truck from the Jumper's company pulled up, leading a local police SUV.
"Michelle, sweetheart, say something," Legates said in a rough voice. Michelle shivered and looked up at him.
"Fingernail polish remover will take that off your forehead," she said then looked away from him.
He let out a sigh and squeezed her tighter against his chest. Suddenly, she was scrambling from his lap and he was worried it was because she was angry with him. But when she started sprinting, he knew better.
"SARGE!" He bellowed across the field.
Booth looked up to see Michelle sprinting towards them with her jaw clenched and her eyes almost black. Grabbing Rickets, he shoved the man into the Sequoia and slammed the door shut. Stepping forward, he reached his hand out and caught Michelle before she reached the SUV. He held on to her as she swore at the vehicle.
"I'll take that as a yes, she will be pressing charges," the officer said, writing down something on his clipboard.
"Legates, a little help here," Booth called out to Legates who was already trotting towards them.
"Personally, I say you let her have at him," Legates called back.
"Yeah, unfortunately the law doesn't work that way, Legates," Booth muttered, "as it is I should be arresting you for assault."
Legates reached them, pulled Michelle from Booth's arms to his and steered her away from the SUV. He stopped a few feet away and pulled Michelle against him. He could feel her harsh angry breathing and ran his hand down her back.
"Hey," he said softly.
"What?" She snarled, glaring up at him. He cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand.
"What I said earlier...I meant every word. I am more sorry than you could possibly believe. I had no right to be jealous," he said. Her visage softened briefly and she gave him a short nod.
"Now, we need you to calm down. I'm sure they're going to want to take your statement," he said quietly, his heart jumping for joy at her acceptance of his apology.
She tucked into his frame and shivered briefly. He ran his hand down her back and felt her breathing slow down and her frame relax. Booth approached the pair with his hands tucked in his pockets.
"Michelle, are you ready to talk to the officer?" Booth asked, looking at Michelle in concern.
She nodded her head and stepped away from Legates. She followed Booth over to the officer and Legates stood in the same place. He wouldn't be able to control not killing the man if he heard exactly what happened. Tanya walked up and put her hands on her hips.
"Would you PLEASE tell me what the hell is going on?" She said, glowering at Legates, her hands still on her hips.
"Rickets has a reputation for being free with his hands on his female jumpers. No one has ever pressed charges but he does it fairly often from what I hear," Legates said. Tanya swallowed and looked over at Michelle talking to the police officer.
"He didn't?" She said in a horror filled tone. Legates closed his eyes and let out a puff of air.
"He did and Sarge saw it through the binoculars," Legates growled, his eyes still closed. Booth was opening the door on the SUV on the opposite side from where Michelle and the officer was standing.
"You know, Rickets, you really messed up this time," Booth smirked. He pushed the man towards the police car.
"Michelle, she's not going to drop the charges and she can't be bought. In fact I'm betting that before you could get within ten feet of her you'll either be dead or headed to the hospital," Booth said calmly, as he opened the cruiser door.
"They always drop the charges," Rickets smirked.
"Not this time," Booth said, grinning evilly.
"What is she going to do? Sic her friends on me?" Rickets asked, indicating he had heard Booth's comment about being dead.
"Nope, she would never do that. But she's kind of like a little sister to nine Army trained snipers. The other one, Corporal Josh Legates, well he has a completely different set of feelings for her and almost killed you with his boot," Booth smirked.
Rickets went pale then slumped as he was pushed into the back of the cruiser. Legates looked over at Tanya and frowned.
"How did you two get here?" He asked Tanya with a scowl.
"Taxi," she said, her eyes narrowed. He nodded and let out a breath.
"Well, you're leaving with us. I'm taking Michelle back to the dorms with me and I'll take you back to your dorm from there," he grunted at her.
"High handed aren't we? What makes you think she is going to go with you?" Tanya said, staring at the word on his forehead.
He rubbed his forehead and scowled. The police officer looked up when he saw movement from the corner of his eye. He saw the word asshole on Legates forehead and smirked. He finished writing her statement and looked over at her.
"So, what happened to him," the officer asked, nodding his head at Legates. Michelle turned and looked at Legates. She turned back to the officer with a blank look on her face.
"He pissed me off," Michelle said in a flat tone. The cop smirked in Legates' direction and nodded his head.
"Okay, well we will be in contact with you about this," he told her. She nodded and stepped away from the officer. She turned and walked towards Legates and Tanya.
"Michelle, where do you want to go?" Tanya asked her with a raised eyebrow. Michelle shot her a confused look.
"I don't know," she said, shrugging.
"Well, would you prefer to be alone or do you want company?" Tanya asked with slight exasperation in her voice.
Michelle bit her lip and looked around. Legates sighed, he knew that look. She was contemplating being alone so she didn't have to talk about it. She kept her lower lip tucked between her teeth and looked over at Legates. He caught her eye and quirked an eyebrow at her.
Taking a deep breath, she walked over to them and then straight up to Legates. She wrapped her arms around his waist and put her head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed his hand down her back. Booth walked over and clapped his hands.
"So, what are we doing?" Booth asked, looking between Tanya and Legates.
"We're going back to my place and I'll take Tanya home," Legates said, turning Michelle and guiding her to the SUV.
Tanya climbed in the front seat, leaving the back seat for Legates and Michelle. Legates held the door open for Michelle and closed it once she was in. Walking around the other side of the vehicle, he climbed in. Booth drove to the hanger so the women could get their items and Legates sat with his jaw clenched, his hands clenched so hard his knuckles were white and his breath hissing out through his nose. Booth could see the vein on Legates temple pulsing, Booth knew that look he'd worn it often enough. Guilt with a huge side helping of anger.
A moment later, the women climbed back into the truck. Booth drove out onto the interstate and headed towards Ft. Myers. When they pulled up in front of the gates, Booth looked over his shoulder at Legates.
"You are going to take care of her right?" Booth asked him, pointing at him while asking.
"Yes, sir," Legates answered. Michelle opened the door and glared at both of them.
"Have fun then. Oh, and we'll discuss your forehead tattoo later," Booth said, glaring at the word on Legates' forehead.
The three of them walked across the street towards the dorms, Booth blew his horn as he passed them. They entered the building and paused next to the door to the lounge.
"Tanya, take a seat in the lounge there and I'll be right back," Legates told her, pointing to the lounge.
Tanya walked into the lounge and froze in the doorway as quite a few pairs of eyes turned in her direction. Techie walked in behind her and sat down.
"Stop staring, guys, it's not polite," Techie said.
The eyes turned back to the TV and Tanya stepped in through the doorway and stepped to the left. Legates and Michelle walked up the stairs and down the hallway. He walked behind her and frowned at her silence. She stopped in front of his door and waited while he unlocked it. He pushed the door open and guided her in.
She walked to the bed and sat down on the end. Legates knelt in front of her and pulled her shoes off. She pulled off her jacket and flopped back on the bed. He leaned over her and looked at her with concerned eyes. She looked up at him and gave him a half smile. Pushing her hair back from her forehead, he dropped a kiss on it.
"I'll be right back. Do you want me to bring you some lunch?" He asked her with a smile.
She shook her head, rolled on her stomach, and wiggled up to the head of the bed. He stood up and quietly left the room. He went back down the stairs and stopped near the lounge door.
"You ready?" He asked Tanya, glancing around the room.
"Yeah," she said, following him out the door. She followed him over to a large black truck. He hit the fob and unlocked the doors. Tanya looked at the Ford F-450 King Ranch with a dubious look on her face.
"What happened to your Mustang?" She asked, climbing into the truck. He put the truck into reverse and backed out.
"Jefferson put it back in storage for me while I was in Georgia," Legates muttered.
"So this is Jefferson's truck?" Tanya asked with a scowl on her face.
"No, this is mine," Legates answered her.
"So why didn't you take me home first? Why leave her alone at the dorm with a bunch of guys?" Tanya asked, not quite understanding his logic.
"Because right now she would like some time alone. And she can get that while not being completely alone. They guys will keep an eye on her and protect her while I'm driving you home," Legates said, his hands clenching the wheel.
The rest of the ride was made in silence until they pulled up in front of her dorm. She climbed out and paused before stepping down off the step on the truck.
"If I find her crying again because of you, I will call Booth," she said firmly then closed the door. Legates banged his head on the steering wheel then pulled out into the traffic.
He drove on base and headed to the PX. He grabbed a basket and walked over to the women's lingerie department. Murphy saw him and followed him into the underwear section.
"Something we should know about you, Legates?" Murphy said sarcastically with a grin on his face.
"Nope," Legates said, walking over to the bikini panties, finding a pair in her size and pulling it off the shelf.
"Those look a little small for you," Murphy said, following him to the pajama section.
Legates flipped through the racks and found a pink set that had a cartoon rabbit on it with the words 'It worries me how stupid you are'. He checked the tag for the size and dumped them in the basket. Walking to where the socks were, he started looking around. Murphy was still following him. Sighing, he turned to face the other man.
"Look, Murphy, you are annoying me. These are for Michelle. So please feel free to leave me alone," Legates said gruffly.
Murphy's eyes narrowed and Legates turned back to the socks. His eyes skimmed them and he shook his head. Glancing over, he saw a young woman crouched down stocking the socks.
"Excuse me. Where are those fuzzy socks," he asked her. She looked at him, paused then smiled.
"They're over in the health and beauty section with spa supplies," she told him.
"Thanks," he said, turning and heading to health and beauty.
He found them and picked through them and pulled out a baby pink pair with white and blue polka dots on them. Walking around the corner, he picked up a bottle of nail polish remover. He walked to the food section and grabbed a bag of Oreos. He went to the drink section and grabbed two drinks. He quickly checked out then headed back to the dorms. Grabbing the bag, he got out of his car and locked it. He stuck his head in the doorway before he passed.
"Ya'll didn't mess with her did you?" He asked, glaring at the men in the lounge.
"Techie tried to poke her but she kicked the snot out of him. I think she was sleeping and he scared her," Goodman told him. He scanned the room for Techie but didn't see him.
"Where is he?" Legates asked Goodman with a frown.
"Last I saw laying on his bed. I don't think she hit his jewels but she did come close," Goodman said.
"Thanks," Legates said, turning he went up the stairs. He opened the door and saw Techie laying on his bed with his arm over his face.
"Heard you tried to poke her," Legates said as he walked in.
"Yeah and she kicked the shit out of me," Techie said.
"Well, that will teach you to mess with people when they're sleeping," Legates said, smirking at Techie.
He carried the bag to the counter and pulled the items out setting them on the counter. He opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. He clipped the tags, made a pile of the clothes then walked to the closet. He pushed items around and pulled out his laundry detergent. Grunting, he stood up on his tiptoes and pushed stuff around on the shelf in the top of his closet.
Seeing his Downy ball, he grabbed it and his bottle of Downy fabric softener. The guys like to make fun of him but his mama didn't raise no fool. They complained about their clothes not being like they were when they were at home but that was their own fault. He grabbed his laundry basket, the clothes from the counter, and threw his supplies in the basket.
"Be back in a minute," he said.
He headed down to the laundry room. He dumped the clothes into the washer and started the load. When the water stopped running, he poured in the detergent and loaded the Downy ball. Chucking it into the washer, he closed the lid, put his basket on top and left the laundry room.
"Hey, Legates," a voice called from the lounge. Legates stopped and back tracked to the lounge. Walking into the room, he looked around.
"What?" He asked, wondering who called his name.
"What's with Michelle? She's pulling the silent treatment again," Goodman said, shoving a chip in his mouth after finishing his question. Legates was rubbing the bridge of his nose and sighing when Techie ambled in painfully slow.
"Tanya's sister backed out on a skydiving date. So, she asked Michelle to go. And Michelle being Michelle decided it would be better to go skydiving than talk to me after last night. Anyway, her tandem jump instructor was Rickets. Neither of the girls knew about him," Legates said.
"I'll kill him."
"That Son of a Bitch."
"I swear by all that's holy."
Legates waved down their anger with his hands.
"She's pressing charges and they'll stick. Booth saw Rickets grope her through the binoculars and kindly stopped me from crushing his neck with my boot," Legates sighed. The men groaned at his loss and looked at him.
"She's just hiding for a while and I think that's okay," he said, pursing his lips.
The guys nodded and sat back on the couch. Spinning, Legates left the lounge and headed back upstairs. He opened the door and found Michelle still on the bed. He toed off his shoes and laid down on the bed behind her. Turning on his side, he curled up behind her. She sighed and settled back against him. He brushed her hair back and dropped a kiss on her temple.
"I should really be angry with you. You were such an ass," she whispered.
"Michelle, I really and truly am sorry. I was an asshole and jealous of something I had no right to be jealous of. You're an independent woman who has a life outside of me. I have to learn to respect that. I've gotten used to not having to share you," he murmured.
"You told me to leave," she said quietly. Legates sucked in a breath and let it hiss out.
"Oh God," he whispered, squeezing her lightly.
"I'll let it go this time but next time..." she trailed off.
"I will endeavor to make sure there isn't a next time," he said.
She nodded and snuggled closer to him. He saw her shiver and pulled her close. They lay in the silence; Michelle trying to regain her balance but having trouble, Legates wondering what he could do to help her. Her phone rang and Legates got up off the bed. Looking around, he spotted her purse and carried it to her. She dug in her purse and pulled out her phone. Glancing at it, she answered it.
"Hello," she said quietly.
"Michelle, are you alright? Oh my God. Booth just called me? Where are you? Do you need me to come get you?" Cam barraged her with questions.
"I'm fine. He basically copped a feel. I'm with Josh. No, I don't need you to come get me," she answered. Legates only heard Michelle's answers to Cam's questions.
"Okay, call me if you need anything," Cam said softly.
"I will," Michelle answered.
"Bye," Cam said.
"Bye," Michelle answered then hung up the phone.
She set the phone on the night table and wiggled back against Legates. With a grunt, he pulled away from her and she curled up tight against herself.
"Nuh uh, I'm not pulling away from you because of that. I have to go down to the laundry room. I'll be back in a few minutes," he told her.
She nodded and pulled the comforter up higher. He went downstairs and was in the laundry room putting the clothes in the dryer when Romero walked in.
"I hear you have a girl in your room," he joked with Legates.
"I do," Legates said shortly.
"Are we going to get to meet her?" Romero asked, his eyes narrowing as he loaded the washer with his clothes.
"No," Legates said abruptly.
"Why not? I'm starting to think this Michelle character is all in your imagination," Romero said, watching Legates separate out a pink pair of pajamas and socks. Legates then put his clothes in one dryer and the feminine ones in another.
"Because right now she doesn't want to talk to anyone. In fact Techie tried to tease her and almost got kicked in the sac for his effort," Legates said, setting the basket on top of the dryer. Pulling his phone from his back pocket, he shot a text to Michelle's phone.
You want food?
Michelle looked at her phone as it bleeped indicating a text message. Groaning, she reached over and glanced at it. She scrunched her brow and was thinking about it when her stomach rumbled. She shot him a text back.
I could eat.
What do you want?
Don't care
Legates growled and rolled his eyes. He walked over to the cork board next to the door and skimmed the take out menus.
Macaroni Cheeseburger?
Nvr had one sounds good.
K I'll order then go pick it up. Stay put.
Romero watched as Legates dialed a number ordered, two burgers, one order of regular fries, one order of sweet potato fries, a wild blueberry white chocolate cheesecake, a Godiva Chocolate cheesecake and two hot chocolates.
"Jesus, you planning on eating all that yourself? I mean you ordered two freaking cheesecakes," Romero said his eyes wide.
"No, half is for Michelle and half is for me. I'm sure Techie and the guys will help out with the cheesecake but she gets first dibs," Legates said.
"I'll believe that when I see this Michelle girl," Romero said, nodding his head.
"Well, I'm going to get our food. Stay away from my room," Legates said, leaving the laundry room. Romero's eyes followed Legates as he left the laundry room. Legates stuck his head in the lounge.
"Techie, going to get food. Keep Romeo and Jones out of the room please. I don't feel like dealing with it if Michelle beats the crap out of them," Legates said.
Techie laughed at Legates mispronunciation of Romero's name and nodded.
A/N: Okay for chapter 38 we'll have...food (surprise), showers, fingernail polish remover, scrubbing clean, stereotype, Godiva, horseshoes and hand grenades, guilt, wrong answers, taking control, 'I didn't see shit', conjugal trailers, cathartic release (aka angry sex), pistachios, brain farts, fuzzy socks, and ocelots.
A/N2: So I'm getting confused on my chapters and almost posted Chapter 38 before Chapter 37. That could have been all kinds of bad.