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Chapter 2: Just A Quickie

Dinner

Rachel took the chicken out of the oven. It looked awful. She had to find someone besides Kori to cook her "heat and serve" food. So what if Rachel didn't have time to cook? Sue her for not finding said time between her work at 7:00 AM and home at 6:45 PM schedule. She'd just tell one of the office girls to take care of it. Apparently telling Kori Anders to take care of it was one of the very few mistakes she made at work.

As she cut the vegetables, for show mostly, she noticed Richards car pull into the garage. She eyed him and flipped the knife in her hand. Over and over again. A nervous habit she had, and when she realized what she was doing she stopped.

In the car, Richard opened his ashtray and put his wedding ring back on. He fixed his collar and in doing so realized there was a red stain on it. He tried to rub it off but it did more harm than good. He moved his jacket collars up to hide it from Rachel and ran inside.

"Hey. You're right on time." she greeted him from the kitchen.

"Yep. Just like always hon." he walked towards her. "Its pissing rain out there. I left the mower out, so I've gotta go back out there. But I got the butter." he took it out of the bag for her and set it down on the counter.

"Thank you." he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She noticed the red mark on his collar. 'Lipstick? That's not mine.' She had been right all along. Her husband was cheating on her. She wasn't satisfying him in their marriage and now, he'd gone outside of it. "How was work?" she asked trying not to sound sad.

"Meh. So-so." he walked into the living room, towards their home bar. She looked at the package of butter.

"This is salted."

"Huh?"

"The butter, its salted."

He chuckled wryly, "Is there any other kind?"

"Unsalted." she murmured the next part, "..like I asked for." she inhaled deeply. "Its fine. I'll make it work." she called.

"Great."

"Oh!" she suddenly remembered, "I got new curtains." she walked into the living room where Dick shook his martini. "Well?" she asked.

"Hmm?"

"What do you think?" she asked.

He took a moment to look at them, then made an uninterested noise.

"They're a little green, so we'll probably have to change the furniture, and definitely get a new rug. Maybe a Persian?" she said already seeing it in her mind.

"Or we can keep the old ones and not change a thing." He placed three olives on a toothpick and set it to rest in his drink.

"We talked about this. You remember?" she asked irritated.

"Yes. I remember. I remember cause I remember we said, 'We'd wait.'" he pointed out before eating an olive.

"If you don't like them, we can take them back." she looked straight ahead waiting for his apology.

But instead, he looked over to her and said. "Okay. I don't like them."

She turned her head and looked at him and narrowed her eyes. "You'll get used to them." Then back to the curtain, "I like them."

He nodded and went to put the lawn mower in the shed.

The Next Day

Richard sat in front of Dr. Wilson once again. He wasn't completely sure why he was there on his own, but the single sessions were 'supposed' to help.

"Okay." the good doctor began, "Part 2, you're back. Only you came back alone." Richard nodded. "Why did you come back Mr. Grayson?"

"I don't know, really." After thinking about it for a brief moment, he tried again, "Let me clarify, I love my wife. I want her to be happy. I want great things for her." he said honestly moving his hands in a point blank motion. "But there are times…." he trailed off and made a strangling motion to the air.

The Night Before

He had just climbed into bed, removed his watch and wedding ring, and turned out the lamp on his nightstand. Rachel was still reading her book with the light on. He sighed, "Honey can you-?"

She didn't even let him finish before saying, "Five more minutes."

Rachel crossed her legs as she tried to figure out how to voice her thoughts appropriately. "There's this huge space between us, and it just keeps filling up, with everything we don't say to each other." she pondered what she had said, turned her head dumbly and asked, "What is that called?"

"Marriage." Dr. Wilson answered simply, and she just stared at her wedding ring. "What don't you say to each other, Rachel?" the doctor was once again ready to take notes.

A deep breath came out without warning, and she opened her mouth to speak and nothing escaped her. "Ah…..hmh"

The Night Before

She sat across from her husband and placed her napkin on her lap.

"This looks nice." he complimented. "Did you do something different?"

She looked at the plate, searching for what Kori changed from the night before. Finally she spotted the new color. "Yeah. I added peas."

"Yeah." he agreed. "Yeah, it's the uh- green. Honey could you pass the salt?"

"Its in the middle of the table." she replied simply while taking a bite of food. 'Oh God Kori.' she thought. She loved her friend dearly, but she needed a cooking class.

"Is that the middle?" he asked.

"Yeah its between you and me." she realized the hidden double meaning in her words. The salt was between the two of them just as the solution to their unhappiness was. And she wasn't going to be the one to bow to him. He'd have to get his own damn salt. He reached for the salt and sprinkled some onto the bitter dinner set in front of him. She watched him take a bite. He obviously hated it too. He just needed him to say it. Out loud. But of course nothing came. More salt. A sip of wine. More salt.

"How honest are you with him?"

"Pretty honest. I mean it's not like I lie to him." she shook her head. "I just have my little secrets. He has his." she played with his fingers. "Everybody has little secrets." she finished through nervous laughter.

Later That Night

Richard watched Rachel in her home office through the clear door. She was on the phone with, who he hoped was just a client of hers. She smiled brightly, and then laughed. 'Whoa.' That was a new one. She put her hand on her hip and tilted her head almost as if she was flirting.'Is she cheating on me?' he wondered. He believed it to be possible. She clearly wasn't happy with their marriage and a woman like her, she could have any guy on their knees for her.

She went upstairs after the phone call with Karen. She was testing out lines to use on her assignment that night. Seductive and heavy. She placed her hair in a top knot bun, got dressed in her leather suit, pulled on a black overcoat and packed her whip in her bag. It was a gift from her trainer, Selina Kyle. She had said, that there was no other student with the talent Rachel had. Not one had come close to her finesse, grace, accuracy, stealth, and strategic skill. She made her promise to use it if she could every once in a while. This seemed like the perfect occasion. She was yanked out of her thoughts by the opening of a drawer behind her. She turned to see her husband rummaging around.

"Jesus." she cleared her throat. "You scared the hell outta me."

"I'm sorry hon. I was just looking for the- uh." he pretended he had only just noticed her attire. "You going out?"

"Yeah." she sprayed a bit of perfume on her neck. "There's a server down on Wolfman & Perez. And apparently, the world has ended as we know it, so yeah. I'm heading out." she fixed her bun tightly and finished putting mascara on her already thick lashes.

"We promised the Fangs." he watched her primp from the mirror.

"Ugh." she frowned slightly. Their next door neighbors, were the most sun-shiny, ridiculously catalog happy neighbors, who never understood boundaries. Within the years she and Richard lived there, the rest of the neighborhood accepted how private they liked to be. They respected that privacy. But Katherine Moth-Fang and her husband Archie, clearly never got any memo.

"I know. But we promised."

"I know. I'll be back. In and out." she checked her lipstick in the mirror next to him while saying, "Just a quickie." she left, and he looked up wide eyed. 'Just a quickie? Oh god she is cheating on me.' He took out his cell phone and hit speed dial.

"Hey. Do you have anything for me tonight?" he asked. "No nothing that's gonna take too long." he slid off his wedding ring. "Just a quickie."

Within 15 minutes he was in a cab heading to Chinatown. He stood outside the dive with his flask in his hand. He drank a little bit, swished it in his mouth and spit it out. After doing this a couple times he walked into the bar, stumbling and pretending to be off of his ass. He passed the bathroom and headed into a room marked 'employees only.' He slapped himself in the face a few times to give himself a flushed appearance, and continued on to a further room in the corner. After opening the door, he looked from left to right with a dumb look on his face. "No-wait. Sorry." he slurred his words. "Dammit all, where's the pisser in this place?" He looked to the men sitting down at a poker table, in the middle of an illegal game. "Hey, you guys playing poker? I-I love poker! Can I sit in?" he reached for a chair, but one of the men stopped him.

"Private game." he spoke with an Irish accent. "Piss off." he waved him away with his hand but Richard would not be deterred.

"Come on. I could sit in."

"What part of 'piss off' do you not understand?!" another yelled to him.

"Whoa. Whoa. Hey guys." he reached into his back pocket and began pulling out a wad of crumpled cash. One of the men showed him his gun as a warning. "That's nice." he complimented. "Its shiny. But I think this," he showed them the money and stumbled a little bit, "May shine a little brighter. See what I'm saying?" he showed each of them the money and sniffed it. "See what I'm saying?" he reached for the chair once again.

"That's Lucky's chair!"

"Lucky? I don't see Lucky around."

"Lucky's coming right back."

"Then when he comes back, I'll go man." he laughed and the men could smell the liquor on his breath. "Anyone interested? No?" he slurred some more. "Oh I get it. I understand. Cause I'd clean you out right." he attempted to stuff the cash back into his pocket but ended up dropping it. He bent down to pick it up and pretended to struggle severely. "I'm too hot for ya." The men laughed and relented.

"Sit down, drunk bastard."

And from there they went on, playing hand after hand. Richard was losing every time, playing and having a good time with the three poker companions. They drank, laughed and teased each other when they lost hands. It continued like this until the door opened once more. "Hey!" They all turned to see a man standing with an incredulous expression on his face. "What the hell is this?"

"Sorry Lucky. Your chair's gone." One of the men said.

"Oh wait you're Lucky?" Richard asked lazily.

"Yeah. I'm Lucky. What are you looking for a job or something?"

"You are the job." he said as sober as he was in the morning. And as the words finished leaving his mouth, he turned the safety off of his silencer, shot Lucky in the head and winged the guy who threatened him earlier with his own gun. He slid away from the table, stood up and finished him off. As soon as he was down, the other two were easy. Richard made sure everyone was dead, and turned to leave. He stopped himself and went back to the table to check his opponent's cards.

"A pair of threes." he threw them down and left. "Folding bastard."

Meanwhile

Rachel got out of the cab and walked into the hotel. Her fishnet stockings we exposed as the wind blew. A man took note of this, approached her and asked. "Are you here for Xavier?" she nodded meekly. "This way." He led her to the elevator and they rode it all the way up to the penthouse. He checked her bag and found nothing but the whip. "We've got a plane in an hour."

"I'll be quick." she smiled sexily and bit her lip. He led her to a bedroom and closed the door. After turning the lock, she stood in the middle of the room waiting. She heard gargling and a spitting sound. Disgusted she took a deep breath and put her game face back on.

A man with black curly hair, and dark brown eyes to match walked out in a black and red robe and nodded his head to Rachel's jacket. "Off sweet cheeks."

She complied and neatly removed her jacket revealing a dominatrix styled attire. She removed a clip from her hair and let it fall down her back. She placed him in handcuffs, and told him to kneel down. She opened his robe slowly and stopped a little lower than his hip area. She traced her hands back up to his face and pulled a blindfold over his eyes. "Have you been a bad boy?" she cracked the whip and spoke in a Russian accent.

"Yeah."

"You know what happens to bad boys don't you?" Crack!

"What happens sexy?"

"They get punished."

"Oh yeah. Punish me." she cracked the whip set it down, and stepped behind him.

"Oh I will." she placed her hands on his shoulders. "And do you wanna know why?" she placed one hand on the top of his head, and the other on his chin. "You've been selling big guns to bad people." she whispered in her regular voice. She snapped his neck and he hit the floor with a thud.

The men outside heard this and knocked on the door. Rachel quickly got dressed and grabbed the whip and her purse. Through a crack in the door, the men spotted Xavier on the floor. "He's down!" They tried to unlock the door and eventually began shooting at the locks. Rachel hurried to the balcony, detached one handle of her purse, secured it and grappled down by holding the other side. She caught a taxi cab as soon as she touched the ground, and her phone began beeping. 'A Reminder.' "Ugh. The Fangs."

She walked into the house and hurried to their closet. She ripped off her overcoat, hid her whip, and was about to change when she heard the bedroom door open. "Hey baby." she quickly hid behind the corner on her side of the closet. "I didn't hear you downstairs."

"Yeah. I went to a sports bar, put a bet down."

"Oh?" she reached carefully for a dress and held it close to her. "How'd you make out?"

He turned to see her coat on the floor and picked it up. He walked towards the corner and Rachel held her breath. "I got Lucky." he threw her jacket to the bed and turned before he could see her. She breathed out a sigh of relief and got dressed as quickly as possible.

The Fangs

Once she was dressed they walked over to the Fang's with a bottle of champagne.

"Welcome neighbors!" they greeted cheerfully. Richard and Rachel just smiled back and handed them the champagne.

Individual greetings were shared as they took their jackets. Richard followed Archie Fang to the bar, while Rachel was led to the sitting room with the other women.

"Do you want a Cuban?" Archie offered.

"Oh no, I don't smoke." Richard declined respectfully.

"Ah well, clean body, clean soul, that's what Kitten says." He wanted to roll his eyes so badly but, for the party's sake, he laughed with his eyes closed along with the rest of the men.

"Ain't that the truth" His kids ran up to him, so he went to the bar to grab a quick drink. There were a few other guys there, talking about finance. "Hey boys." he greeted them. "Scotch." he told the bartender.

"So Dick, how'd you make out in the last quarter?" one of them asked.

"I actually have all my dough buried under my tool shed." They took it to be a joke, and he just sipped the drink set in front of him.

Rachel sipped her champagne and listened to the neighborhood soccer moms prattle on about the most uninteresting things.

"Oh shoot!" one of the mothers stood up with her baby. "I should just wear a raincoat." everyone except Rachel laughed. The baby had spit up and her mother needed to wipe it off of her dress. "Rachel could you hold her for me please?"

"Oh I don't really uh-"

"Just a moment."

"I'd rather not." but she placed the infant in her hands. She held her arms out in front of her and looked at the baby, afraid. She had read somewhere that babies are extremely intuitive. They could tell a man from a monster just by remaining in someone's hands. She began to worry. 'Would she see a killer?' Just as she asked herself that question. The baby smiled at her and laughed. The women began a crowd of 'awww's and 'she likes you's. Rachel sat there awkwardly holding the little girl in her hands when Richard spotted her. They locked eyes for a couple of seconds before he turned and walked away.

Before Bed

Back home that night, Richard cut his nails absent mindedly. He may have looked cool as a cucumber when Rachel held that baby, but on the inside, he was freaking out. 'Could she want a child?' worry filled him. 'I'm a killer. Killers shouldn't be fathers.'

Rachel began brushing her teeth and they remained in silence.

"I liked your dress tonight." He said while clipping his nails. "It was nice"

"Thank you." she said caught off guard by his voice. She was busy thinking, hoping, he didn't want children, and that the sight from the party didn't give him any ideas.

Rachel applied lotion to her legs and turned to see Richard using the bathroom. As he finished, he shook his leg. Once all the way, and then a quarter of the way. 'Like a double tap.' she thought.

As they climbed into bed, their cell phones rang. After brief phone calls, they both hung up, and turned away from each other to go to sleep.

"Everything okay?" he asked her.

"Oh yeah, just dad thinks he has pneumonia. But you know him, its probably just a cold."

"You should go see him. He'd like that."

"Maybe." she bit her lip. "Uh who was that on the phone?" 'Your mistress?' she wanted to add.

"Just some trouble in Atlanta with a dam. I'm gonna be gone for a few days."

She wasn't an idiot. She knew very well when she was being lied to. He'd be gone with another woman for a few days. Not dealing with a broken dam. A tear escaped her and trailed down her face, "That damn dam huh?" she joked still turned away from him.

"Yup. That damn dam." he replied. His eyes were wide open. 'Cheating on me and using her dad as coverage?' he thought. 'What happened to our marriage?'

A/N: Alrighty then. Hopefully everybody was able to follow the changing minor P.O.V. I'm just trying to show the emotions of our protagonists to help the story progress with character development I guess, ;p lol Well hopefully it worked.

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~Poppie~