Doppler Effect

[feistyfox]

Category: Boomtown
Rating: M
Pairing: David McNorris/ OC
Summary: All she wanted was a new, uncomplicated, psycho free life. Apparently that wasn't going to happen. David McNorris/ Original Character.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Boomtown.

31. Unravel - Month Twenty-Three

She jerked awake unhappily when the alarm went off with a blaring and horrid beeping. She whimpered pathetically and tried to bury her head under the pillow, and consequently David’s neck. Ghost boy grunted in annoyance at both the noise and the jostling, and smacked his hand over the button to stop the horrible sound.

“I’m not going to protect you from the noise.” He said sleepily as he hugged her to him.

How mean a thing to say. “You don’t love me at all do you?” She grumbled as she continued to try to burrow under him.

He huffed and allowed her to knock him around the bed for a second before letting her go. “I’ll make breakfast to prove my utter devotion to you. Do you want eggs?”

Well, if he was going to do that she supposed she could forgive him for letting the alarm go off. “I like eggs.” Especially the ones he made. His omelets were spectacular in every way.

He chuckled at that and stretched out under the blanket as he got her out from under him. It was good he knew how to motivate her to listen. “I know.” She turned her head and pecked him on the nose.

“And coffee.” She mentioned, so he wouldn’t forget her caffeine.

“I thought that went without saying.” She murmured her agreement before pressing her lips against the soft spot under his ear. He growled as she intentionally hit a sensitive spot. “Were the acrobatics we preformed last night not enough to keep you sated until tonight?”

She snickered as her leg hooked over his hip. “You make it sound like we were doing high wire tricks naked.” The thought had her laughing more and he grinned as he kissed her. When they broke apart her eyes were sparkling. “And no.”

“You’re insatiable.” He kissed her neck. “You’re going to wear me down to nothing and then what will you do?”

“Find a new albino to love. It could take a few weeks to locate one, but that’s okay.” He growled indignantly at that answer and she laughed some more. “You could just think of this as practice for February.”

He went still for a second before lifting his head away from her skin and looking at her. “Practice?” There was a hopeful gleam in his eye and she nodded shyly. She thought it might be the first time she’d ever been shy in front of him, ever. He lit up all over and kissed her deeply and slowly. His hands started running over her bare skin and she pressed full length against him. His hand ran between her legs and he hummed in approval when he found she was already wet. “What do you want?”

If he was going to be this excited about making her happy at the mere thought of practicing for making a baby, she could only imagine how much fun it was going to be when they actually started trying. “Deep.”

Getting to his knees he grabbed her legs and pulled them up. Resting her ankles on his shoulders she watched him as he positioned himself and pushed inside of her. He took his time sliding in and she whimpered at him. Unmoved by her wordless plea, he kept his pace slow until he bottomed out in her. Then, instead of moving, he reached down and started to rub her clit. She let out a cry and he grunted as she tightened around him. He continued to rub her and she started to buck and beg. That must have been as much as he could take because he pinched her as he pulled out quickly and thrust back in hard enough to jolt her. She came apart with a scream as pleasure cascaded over her body.

He started to thrust shallowly while she was still shaking and he pulled her orgasm out to a nearly unbearable extent. Finally, he let her come down as he went still inside of her. Gasping, all she could do was mewl in dissatisfaction as he pulled out of her completely. That didn’t last long though. He reached down and flipped her over before she knew what was going on. When she started to raise herself up he pushed her shoulder blades and her arms spread below her as her top was pushed into the sheets.

“Not so fast. You said deep.” She quivered under his hand and he chuckled as he grabbed her hips and raised them a few inches off the mattress. “Spread your knees as far as you can.” She did what he said and he hummed in approval when he saw how flexible she was. Then he thrust back into her and she moaned. “Now that I know you can bend this much we’re going to be trying a few new things.” He thrust into her harder than before and she tangled her fingers in the sheets. “Been holding out on me.”

She managed to gasp out a retort. “Not my fault you can’t wait to get inside me long enough to get experimental.”

He reached under her and flicked her clit in rejoinder. “That was wrong of me.”

“So wrong.” She agreed breathlessly.

“Is there any way for me to make it up to you?” He was starting to grunt from the effort of holding on.

“Making me come again would go a long way.”

He groaned at that as she tightened around him again and started pistoning into her quickly. A minute later and she screamed into the sheets as white-hot pleasure coursed through her. He let loose inside of her in a long wave and she felt wetness spread out inside her before it started dripping down her legs. That must have been really good for him. He was still holding her hips tightly as he pulsed and she wondered if he was going to make it, or if she had finally succeeded in killing him. His grip finally loosened and he fell forward, catching himself on his arm before sinking over her. He stayed inside of her, showing no intention of pulling out, and kissed her shoulder between gasps.

She let him cover her as they lay there trying to catch their breath. She loved getting him in this state, so satisfied he couldn’t move or form coherent thought. It really made her feel like a siren, which was an interesting mindset for her when most of the time she pictured herself as a geeky know it all. It was nice to branch out, especially when McNorris made it so easy for her to get in touch with her raunchy side.

Eventually, he pushed himself up enough to pull out of her and she sighed regretfully. He kissed the back of her neck and rubbed his hand down her rib cage. “Are you sure you want to go in today?” He nibbled his way along her shoulder. “We could stay in bed instead. I’ll make you scream over and over again, think of today as an encore from last night.”

Last night had been a good one. After managing to get him to eat a milkshake they’d played together for more than a little while. She supposed they were on a bit of a high from the idea of meeting his family and the baby business. “Don’t tempt me.”

“I’m not tempting, I’m promising.” His hand slid under her and he rubbed his fingers between her legs possessively.

Unable to wiggle with him pinning her down all she could do was moan. “Ghost boy.”

“Hmm?”

He knew damn well what he was doing. “You’re making it really hard for me to stay convicted to my cause.”

He barked out a laugh and rubbed her more firmly as he slipped two fingers inside of her. “Poor thing.” He clamped his teeth around her shoulder briefly and she bucked. “This is your fault though. You make me feel like I’m eighteen and can’t control myself.”

“Oh, sure, how like you to blame me for things.” He pinched her for being sassy and she let out a yip.

“What was that?”

“Please, David.” She ground her hips against his hand.

“That’s what I thought you said.” He rubbed her up to her release and she came a third time in less than twenty minutes. Quivering from the overload she lay in a sweaty heap as he ran his hands over her body with a gentle kind of possessiveness. He gave her another minute before moving. “Time to get up if we’re working. We need to clean up.” He glanced at the clock. “And I have to be at a hearing in an hour.”

Grumbling internally, she stretched out before slipping out if bed and walking to the bathroom. McNorris was close behind her as she stepped into the shower. The water warmed up pretty fast and she started washing off. David ran a washcloth over her shoulders and back and she sighed contentedly as she washed her hair. Then he started the morning all over again by rubbing the washcloth in teasing circles from her breast, down her belly, and between her legs. She bated at him teasingly. “Bad, lawyer!”

Chuckling, he kissed her briefly as he spun her around to face him. “I’d rather have you then breakfast.” He pushed her against the tile wall. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. I’ll make you moan again.”

That sounded wonderful. She lifted one of her legs over his hip and he caught it as the water from the shower hit his back. He slipped into her again and she sighed as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He flattened himself against her and began to thrust into her quickly; all they really had time for was quick. She kissed her way up his neck as he moved, and he groaned at the feeling. “Feels so good, David.” She nibbled the base of his jaw. “Don’t stop.”

“Darcy, I’d stay in you all the time if I could.” He twisted his hips and she let out a mewl of appreciation. “Are you going to scream for me again?”

“Oh, God.” She arched her back in an effort to get him in deeper. “Don’t I always?”

He leaned in and kissed her hard. “You always do.” He jerked his hips harder and she cried out as he brought her to the edge. He did it again, and then again. She bent into him and screamed in pleasure. He didn’t last. He came with her, clutching at her thigh and side as he moaned. She gasped as she leaned into the tile and he slowly let go of her thigh as he let his body rest against hers. Moving her hand she ran it through his short, wet hair. Lifting his head he kissed her deeply for several minutes until the water started to cool. Washing them both off again he turned off the water and they got out of the shower. Grabbing her hairdryer she got dry as fast as she could while David disappeared into the bedroom to get changed. Once it was dry she put on her makeup with the towel wrapped around her body and came out. He was putting on socks as she pulled out an outfit.

As she dressed an odd sense of safety, domesticity, and affection passed over her. She was home. Her heart clenched briefly as she slipped into a pair of boots. Finished dressing, she turned and batted his hands away from the tie he was getting ready to knot. Doing it for him, she let it lay down over his chest and kissed his cheek before leaving the bedroom.

She was tossing her lunch in her bag quickly when he came out after her. Wrapping his arm around her waist he kissed her cheek and she leaned back into him as she checked to make sure she had everything she needed. “Stay home with me.”

Her lip twitched, if nothing else he was persistent. “No, David.” He laughed into her neck as he kissed her. He went quiet after that and wrapped his arms around her middle as she zipped her lunchbox closed. “When do you want to go to Salt Lake? I need to get the time off.”

“I’ll call Mary tonight and ask when will be good for her.”

She turned her head so she could see him. “Okay. Let me know. I just need a couple weeks heads up so I can arrange my schedule around everything.”

“I’ll give you plenty of time.” His eyes darted to the clock on the microwave and he kissed her one last time. “I have to go. My hearing shouldn’t last more than a few hours. Do you have time to go over some interview tapes with me this afternoon, or do I need to wait until tomorrow?”

She turned around in his arms and kissed him quickly. “Unless an emergency crops up I can be at your office at about three.”

“You know you have to meet with me don’t you? It’s part of the job description.”

“Oh, I’m a job now.” She teased as she escaped his clutches and gathered her things up. “Six months ago I was the woman you couldn’t have and now look at me. I’m nothing but a job to you.” She sighed tragically and he smirked as he grabbed his briefcase off the table.

“Smart ass.” He leaned over and pecked her cheek. “I’ll see you later. Have a good day.”

“You too.” She snatched her keys up and returned to her bathroom briefly to get her lipstick. She tossed it in her purse and headed out, following David’s lead after making sure everything was locked. She stopped at her favorite coffee shop on the way to the department and got there in less than fifteen minutes.

She walked in the bullpen sucking down coffee, this wasn’t unusual, but the annoyed look on Joel’s face as he talked to someone was. She couldn’t tell who he was speaking to as she passed, since his back was to her, but he was in a black suit. From the way he was standing and the bulge she saw on his hip under his jacket she was guessing a fed. Lovely, because she got on so well with them, if this was another FBI agent she was going to throttle them. At least she was relaxed after her morning with David.

When Joel saw her he jerked his head to get her to him and she grumbled as she wove her way toward him past the desks and chairs scattered haphazardly around the space as she wondered what was going on now. The detective continued to talk as she approached. “I heard what you said, but I’m telling you we don’t need your help on this. I don’t care if the DNA pinged on your sonar in Washington. Our psychologist is the best profiler I’ve ever met or heard of. If you don’t believe me my chief will be here in ten minutes and she’s here now.”

Her heart warmed a little at the praise until the man spoke, then it went cold as ice. “I’m sure she’s fine for what you’re used to dealing with, but you can’t handle this-” He turned around as he was talking when he heard her approaching, and his sentence cut off abruptly. Familiar green eyes snapped to hers and he went still all over. She stiffened in shock and Joel picked up on the wrongness of the situation. “Blythe?”

“Blythe?” Joel was looking at her and she nearly screamed in frustration.

“Tanner.” She said neutrally as she adjusted her bag on her shoulder as she tried to regain control over the unexpected situation. “Nice for you to drop in. Can we talk in my office?” She needed to isolate this as fast as possible.

“Your office?” His stare intensified. “You work here?”

“So it would seem.” The man’s head whipped around and she followed his gaze. She spotted Darren walking around a corner completely focused on his cell phone, more casually dressed than he had any right to be, with his fingers moving at light speed. He looked exactly the same as he had the day he helped her pack her belongings into a moving van. His lanky frame made him seem even taller than his six foot seven inches, and he looked a bit like an ear of corn. His unruly dirty blond hair, khakis, and green shirt that read ‘There are 10 types of people: Those that read binary and those that don’t.’, really wasn’t helping her mental image. He seemed worried by something, his normally carefree smile replaced with a crinkled forehead, and a moment later her PDA went off. She pulled it out of her bag and looked down.

Call in sick. Srsly. We r at ur department.

Well, that was a helpful, if ill-timed alert. Rolling her eyes, she shoved the device away and found Tanner with a knowing look as his gaze swept between her and his computer genius. He worked out what had just happened, that his techy knew she was here, and that he had no doubt helped get her this job and camouflage her, in less time than it took her heart to beat. He barked across the room. “Darren!”

The man snapped to attention and saw her. Crestfallen, he approached them with a carefully blank face. Joel was trying to work out what was going on as he realized she knew these people. “Darcy, is everything okay?”

“It’s peachy.” She replied as she jerked her head to the door in the distance. “We’ll be out in a minute, Joel. I’m sure I can convince Special Agent Tanner that we can handle this situation without outside help.”

The older man followed her without further comment and she unlocked her office quickly before ushering him and Darren inside. Shutting the door the second they all in she tossed her purse on her desk, then, she turned on him. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Me? What am I doing here?” The normally cool and calculating special agent, who had seen more bad than any human should, was angry and as close to snarling as she’d ever seen him. Darren had retreated to a corner, trying to hide himself with a filing cabinet, and sent her an apologetic look as he tugged out his high tech PDA and tried to appear busy and productive. Tanner was really the only human on the planet that could get Darren to even come close to being obedient or well behaved, except maybe for her. “What are you doing here?” He was keeping his voice low but that hardly made the power and rage over getting shocked senseless by her appearance any less noteworthy. “You vanish like you never existed and I find you here? Now?”

“Tanner-“ Darren started, trying to stick up for her. “-I-”

“Quiet!” The computer wiz snapped his mouth shut. “You and I will have a discussion about this later!”

Her eyes narrowed. She would admit she had once been intimidated by Tanner, as nice as he’d always been to her, but she wasn’t now. She wasn’t young or green anymore. She’d been through her own trials, and after that he wasn’t so scary. “Leave off Darren, Tanner. He didn’t do anything wrong.”

Her old boss was back on her in a moment. “How long have you been here?”

“Since I left.” She moved toward her chair and waved at the chairs on the other side of her desk. “So do you want to tell me why you’re here or would you rather have a tantrum?”

He didn’t rise to her goading. “What do you mean why I’m here? Don’t you know?”

An inkling that something might be wrong hit her. Between the appearance of Tanner, which was never a good sight at a police department, and the knowledge that a murder had occurred last night she was on edge in an instant. “No.”

“I thought you worked here?”

She rolled her eyes and spotted a new file on her desk. Assuming that was what this was about she picked it up. “Believe it or not I no longer spend all my time at work. I decided to restructure my priorities.” She sighed as she flipped the first page open. “So what was so bad about…”

She lost focus on him and everything she was saying as she got a good look at the printout. She felt all the blood drain out of her face as a generic photo ID taken out of the JAG database stared up at her. “Is this supposed to be funny?” She snapped as she locked her eyes on Tanner.

The man pressed his lips together, his expression closing down. “I hardly think I need to tell you I have no sense of humor.” He replied.

She snapped her wrist so they could see the picture, the force causing the photo paper to crack at the sharp movement. “Tanner, what the hell is this?”

The two men shared a look. “Some of the DNA found on the scene last night was his. It set off Darren’s alarms.” Tanner replied as he indicated the photo. “Captain Jason Blythe.”

Her attention snapped back to the report. Three images in and she had gone from pale to ashen. The victim was covered in cuts and burns, the pattern familiar, but fresh on skin that wasn’t her own. Half of the woman’s fingernails were missing and her body was bruised all over. On her left hand was a gold wedding band that she recognized because it had once rested on her own finger. Flipping to the next image she saw a message written in blood on the wall.

Peek-a-boo, I see you.

She let out a breath as fear and confusion chased themselves about her head. She flipped through the images without speaking, trying and failing to see how anyone could mimic a dead psycho’s MO so well. In a near panic she realized that no one could, not when she recognized over half of the bloody tools they found sitting on a table in the empty building. After a week of them being used on her there was no mistaking the slight peculiarities of each item, a scratch here, a dent there… all the same. There was only one explanation to what had happened, and it had her freaking out.

Her voice was full of rage when she spoke. “You said she was dead.” Her head came up as cold settled in her belly, spreading out until she was numb. “You said I killed her.”

Tanner went as emotionless as her as Darren shifted uncomfortably. “It made you feel better, helped you recover. You would have gone after her if I’d-“

Absolute fury replaced the cold in an instant. Before she even knew what she was doing she had punched the special agent across the cheek hard enough to send him reeling into the filing cabinet next to Darren. The younger man yelped as a chair upended and Tanner smashed into the hard floor. “You son of a bitch!” Her screech filled the office and she had no doubt the noise had made it past her thin walls and the cracks around the door. “You fucking lied to me!”

Darren was stricken at the sight of the former marine on the floor at his feet, half propped up by the old metal cabinet and partially covered by a chair as the door flew open. Fearless had his gun in his hand and Joel was six inches behind him with his. They both looked ready to stop whatever was going on. “What the he-“ Fearless started, but she was already over the man and yanking his gun out of his holster. Before Tanner could blink she had the safety off and the gun against his head.

“Where is she?”

She’d give the older man props for breaking out of his daze so fast. “Are you really going to shoot me, Blythe?”

She clenched her teeth. “That isn’t my name anymore, and yes.” She pressed the gun harder into his scalp and the detectives were frozen watching as the agent sat calmly between a loaded gun and a filing cabinet watching her seethe and threaten his life very honestly. “Where. The. Fuck. Is. She?”

“Darcy stop.” Darren’s voice cut through her rage. “This isn’t helping.”

She never took her eyes off Tanner’s. “Did you know, Darren?”

“Not until after you left.” He replied.

“Where, Tanner?” She snarled.

“Do you think I would be here if I knew? We lost her two years ago and then suddenly she blips back on the radar. And what do I find when I get to the scene? You. Maybe you could tell me where she is and why she’s here now.”

Her emotions shifted again at that question, her anger replaced by logical reasoning. Why now? And then she knew. David was why now. “Oh, fuck me.” Standing up she dropped the gun on the agent’s lap and lunged for her purse. She tore her phone out and hit speed dial.

David picked up on the third ring. “Can this wait? I’m about to go into a heari-“

Relief that he was still alive coursed through her. “You’re at the courthouse?”

There was a slight pause as David heard the barely controlled panic. “Yes, what’s the matter?”

Behind her Tanner was picking himself up. He brushed off his suit and re-holstered his weapon as if she hadn’t just threatened to kill him. “Do you see a redhead anywhere?”

“A red-?”

She didn’t have time for him to question her. “Focus! Do you see one?”

There was another pause as he studied his surroundings. When he spoke his voice was steady but alert. “Yes, in the east corner. He’s looking at-“

She interrupted him. “It’s a man?”

“Yes.”

“Do you see a woman with red hair anywhere?”

“No.”

She ran her hand through her hair in agitation. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. What’s going on?”

“Don’t leave the building when you’re done. Stay in a crowd while you’re there.”

“Why-“

“David, don’t leave, and if you see a red headed woman, or one that could have dyed her hair, don’t go near her. She’s five foot eight and curvy. She’s got green eyes and freckles across her nose. You’ll know her if you see her, she’s scary cold, you’ll be able to feel it rolling off of her. If the hair on the back of your neck stands up that’s her.”

“I-“

“David, I’m not fucking with your head, she’s trying to kill you.”

He growled in confused fear. “Darcy, I have to be in front of the judge in less than two minutes. Explain.”

“I will when you get here. I’ll have an agent there to pick you up when you’re done.”

“An agent? What kind of agent?”

“One that owes me a freaking huge favor. His name’s Tanner and he’ll be more than happy to show you his credentials. I have to go. I promise I’ll tell you what’s happening when you get here.”

“Fine. Don’t do anything stupid before you tell me what’s going on.”

A little late for that. “I won’t do anything else.”

“What do you mean else? Are you trying to give me a stroke?”

“No, I’m trying to keep your ass alive. Go to your hearing.” He let out an aggravated sigh and she couldn’t blame him. “I’m sorry.”

He snipped at her over the receiver. “I certainly hope I get to find out what you’re sorry about.” She didn’t answer and he sensed he’d upset her. “You’ve got me riled up. I’m sorry. We’ll talk soon, just be careful whatever you’re doing.”

“I will.” She promised as she pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers. “Two hours okay?”

“Two hours.” He agreed. “I have to go now or the judge is going to dismiss the case.”

“I know.” She didn’t know what else to say. “Just mention him being left handed and it’s in the bag right?”

“Right.” David responded before ending the call.

Setting the receiver down she turned back to Tanner. “Well, what the hell are we waiting for?”

“Who was that?” He asked her calmly, unperturbed by their previous encounter despite his bruising face.

“My husband.”

“Well, fuck Blythe.”

She rolled her eyes and snapped. “Yes, thank you for that!” The man simply shook his head and handed her the file she’d dropped.

“Get to work. Looks like we have three days, five hours, and twelve minutes before she shows up again.” The cold reappeared with a vengeance as she took the papers and looked down at them. She felt like she had walked into her own worst nightmare, because she had.