I'm Here - H:lots fanfic
Title: I’m Here
Author: murderdetective
Word count: 1,106
Summary: Tim Bayliss loves Frank Pembleton.
Rating: r (minor language, & slight porn *Not much*)
Warnings: A/U, in first person, slash (but everyone loves that!!!! <3)
A/N: In my defense I am pressed for time and have no apologies. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADELYN!!!!! I SAVE MY APOLOGIES FOR A LATER FAN FICTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I watch Frank Pembleton all the time. He is like the air I breathe. When he left… it was like my life had left. He left. I had stayed almost seven years. He had been there even longer than I have. He was my first partner. He was my first male crush, and he is now my first obsession. It’s not like I stalk him. But I think about him.
I remember this one time. I caught him changing. The man is like a ninja, when he changes. He is in and out, and even if you are already in there you won’t see him. I remember it so well. He has a truly fantastic body. It is truly a piece of art. I swear, if I never see him again that memory can get me through hundreds of nights alone.
I remember one case. I had just quit smoking. I wanted something to take the edge off so bad. Then Frank… Oh god, Frank, he was going to smoke. He asked if I wanted him to take it outside. Oh hell no. I never wanted him outside. I found a match and nearly demanded, he smoke. I say it was just to take the edge off… but really I love the look he gets when he smokes. It’s like a pleasured look. A euphoric look just flows over him. It is simply magnificent. Then… -oh he is the most desirable man ever, he leaned forward while he inhaled. He was nearly touching me and exhaled the beautiful scent all over me. It was a delightful mix of his own personal scent and that of the cigarette. I just can’t ever remember when I was so turned on. I don’t think I have ever even come close to feeling like that with a woman.
I remember when we found a baby in the basement. Jeez. He was so good with the baby. He was adorable. When he smiled, I just was in awe. Frank exudes an air over confidence, and it makes him a pro with any situation. I love him. I am so sure of that. I am more in love with him than anyone I’ve ever known. I swear that he is my one and only.
I know that he is so kind. At, least when he wants to be. He is my hero. He is my honest to god hero. He is the most understanding, caring, strong, and honorable man ever. I truly love him. I want to remember him forever. It is my only hope that we’ll be together some time again. Be it another life or just to meet for a few fleeting moments before never seeing him again.
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I go into work for the four hundredth and fifty-sixth time since Frank left. I feel just as hollow inside as the first time. It physically hurts not to hear his drawl. It hurts to not see his arrogant and prideful face. I love everything about that face.
“Baaaayylisssssss!” A thick heavy voice slices through the air. I look quickly over to Frank’s desk.
I saw him, starched clothes, pressed ties, shined shoes, and straight suspenders. He was there.
“Frank?” My voice was barely there. His soulful eyes, nearly made me go blank. I love him. I can’t say it enough. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.
“I love him.” I muttered.
“Bayliss, what did you say?”
“Nothing.” I grumbled, “What are you doing here? You retired.” I go straight to defensive. He just puts me in that mood. I don’t want this to just be fleeting. I can’t leave myself open to attack.
“I’m back. What does it look like? No, I was just picking up some papers for me to continue my lovely jaunt through early retirement. Because I didn’t get all those papers done. Because, I really am that stupid. I have not a single thought running through my head. I am just as blank minded as a monkey. Is that what you’re saying Bayliss?” Frank asked with his usual bored drawl.
“Frank I… just tell me what you’re doing here.” I blanched at his usual annoyance.
“I am here. Mary left me. Took Frank Jr. Well not my junior. Found that out the hard way. Mary also has Olivia. My job just doesn’t understand that I have a child. She is better off with Mary. At least until, she is old enough.” Frank replied stretching out in his usual fashion.
“Oh Frank, I am so sorry.” I said. I truly felt that. Though my heart wishes he was mine I can understand his loss.
“Oh that’s alright. I think my preferences may have changed. Though the lack of anything that even remotely resembled romance in my previous relationship I should have realized before we had Olivia. She just had to have that last word though. She never could handle that I am right.”
“Frank.” I started but he cut be off.
“No. No. No. I am not your sob story. I am fine. Our marriage was going south since Olivia. I knew that. She knew that. We were holding on to something that should have been released long ago.” Frank smiled his full perfect teeth almost creepy smile, “Speaking of things that won’t quit… are you still having those nightmares? I know you were when I left. You also look like hell so I am just assuming that Adena is still very fresh in your mind. Though that case was almost… what is it now? Ten years ago? You must’ve had several other failures. I see some red under your name now. Why don’t you solve those? The entire board is way too red. Munch and you have the highest clearance. How does that make sense? Munch and you. Tell me how in hell that makes sense. Damn. I wish it were the good old days. Kay and I always on top, with the rest of you, just resting below. Ahh. But I am back you never have to worry about any pesky clearance or trying to get ahead of me, again. Because you won’t; I always win.”
The comment about Adena stung but, I understand. He’s trying to make it seem like he never left. He’s trying to pretend that he never hurt me. He’s trying to smooth things over. That’s what he was. He was Frank fucking Pembleton. He is the always right, always attractive, and always
condescending, Frank Pembleton. And I love him. So help me god I love him.
“Yeah, Frank. You always win.” I love you.
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Author: murderdetective
Word count: 1,106
Summary: Tim Bayliss loves Frank Pembleton.
Rating: r (minor language, & slight porn *Not much*)
Warnings: A/U, in first person, slash (but everyone loves that!!!! <3)
A/N: In my defense I am pressed for time and have no apologies. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADELYN!!!!! I SAVE MY APOLOGIES FOR A LATER FAN FICTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I watch Frank Pembleton all the time. He is like the air I breathe. When he left… it was like my life had left. He left. I had stayed almost seven years. He had been there even longer than I have. He was my first partner. He was my first male crush, and he is now my first obsession. It’s not like I stalk him. But I think about him.
I remember this one time. I caught him changing. The man is like a ninja, when he changes. He is in and out, and even if you are already in there you won’t see him. I remember it so well. He has a truly fantastic body. It is truly a piece of art. I swear, if I never see him again that memory can get me through hundreds of nights alone.
I remember one case. I had just quit smoking. I wanted something to take the edge off so bad. Then Frank… Oh god, Frank, he was going to smoke. He asked if I wanted him to take it outside. Oh hell no. I never wanted him outside. I found a match and nearly demanded, he smoke. I say it was just to take the edge off… but really I love the look he gets when he smokes. It’s like a pleasured look. A euphoric look just flows over him. It is simply magnificent. Then… -oh he is the most desirable man ever, he leaned forward while he inhaled. He was nearly touching me and exhaled the beautiful scent all over me. It was a delightful mix of his own personal scent and that of the cigarette. I just can’t ever remember when I was so turned on. I don’t think I have ever even come close to feeling like that with a woman.
I remember when we found a baby in the basement. Jeez. He was so good with the baby. He was adorable. When he smiled, I just was in awe. Frank exudes an air over confidence, and it makes him a pro with any situation. I love him. I am so sure of that. I am more in love with him than anyone I’ve ever known. I swear that he is my one and only.
I know that he is so kind. At, least when he wants to be. He is my hero. He is my honest to god hero. He is the most understanding, caring, strong, and honorable man ever. I truly love him. I want to remember him forever. It is my only hope that we’ll be together some time again. Be it another life or just to meet for a few fleeting moments before never seeing him again.
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I go into work for the four hundredth and fifty-sixth time since Frank left. I feel just as hollow inside as the first time. It physically hurts not to hear his drawl. It hurts to not see his arrogant and prideful face. I love everything about that face.
“Baaaayylisssssss!” A thick heavy voice slices through the air. I look quickly over to Frank’s desk.
I saw him, starched clothes, pressed ties, shined shoes, and straight suspenders. He was there.
“Frank?” My voice was barely there. His soulful eyes, nearly made me go blank. I love him. I can’t say it enough. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him.
“I love him.” I muttered.
“Bayliss, what did you say?”
“Nothing.” I grumbled, “What are you doing here? You retired.” I go straight to defensive. He just puts me in that mood. I don’t want this to just be fleeting. I can’t leave myself open to attack.
“I’m back. What does it look like? No, I was just picking up some papers for me to continue my lovely jaunt through early retirement. Because I didn’t get all those papers done. Because, I really am that stupid. I have not a single thought running through my head. I am just as blank minded as a monkey. Is that what you’re saying Bayliss?” Frank asked with his usual bored drawl.
“Frank I… just tell me what you’re doing here.” I blanched at his usual annoyance.
“I am here. Mary left me. Took Frank Jr. Well not my junior. Found that out the hard way. Mary also has Olivia. My job just doesn’t understand that I have a child. She is better off with Mary. At least until, she is old enough.” Frank replied stretching out in his usual fashion.
“Oh Frank, I am so sorry.” I said. I truly felt that. Though my heart wishes he was mine I can understand his loss.
“Oh that’s alright. I think my preferences may have changed. Though the lack of anything that even remotely resembled romance in my previous relationship I should have realized before we had Olivia. She just had to have that last word though. She never could handle that I am right.”
“Frank.” I started but he cut be off.
“No. No. No. I am not your sob story. I am fine. Our marriage was going south since Olivia. I knew that. She knew that. We were holding on to something that should have been released long ago.” Frank smiled his full perfect teeth almost creepy smile, “Speaking of things that won’t quit… are you still having those nightmares? I know you were when I left. You also look like hell so I am just assuming that Adena is still very fresh in your mind. Though that case was almost… what is it now? Ten years ago? You must’ve had several other failures. I see some red under your name now. Why don’t you solve those? The entire board is way too red. Munch and you have the highest clearance. How does that make sense? Munch and you. Tell me how in hell that makes sense. Damn. I wish it were the good old days. Kay and I always on top, with the rest of you, just resting below. Ahh. But I am back you never have to worry about any pesky clearance or trying to get ahead of me, again. Because you won’t; I always win.”
The comment about Adena stung but, I understand. He’s trying to make it seem like he never left. He’s trying to pretend that he never hurt me. He’s trying to smooth things over. That’s what he was. He was Frank fucking Pembleton. He is the always right, always attractive, and always
condescending, Frank Pembleton. And I love him. So help me god I love him.
“Yeah, Frank. You always win.” I love you.
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