Fanfic PG "I'll Be Home For Christmas"
An old story I don't think I've posted here before.
Title: "I'll Be Home For Christmas"
Author: Rebecca Bradstreet
Rated: PG
Pair: John/Becca
Archive: http://www.angelfire.com/scifi/shieldbearer/IllBeHomeForChristmas.html
Summary: John's snowed in in Chicago.
Warning: Language.
Disclaimer/Notes: This is a Profiler/Anita Blake Vampire Hunter Crossover. I don't own John Grant, or any other Profiler character. I don't own Asher, or any other Anitaverse character. I do own Rebecca Belinda "Becca" Drake. After all she is a dragon version of me. I own other characters that aren't Profiler or ABVH canon. I use // for thoughts, :: for telepathy, and ** as emphasis. This isn't beta'd so all mistakes are my own. I wrote this for Med because. ;)
"I'll Be Home For Christmas"
Rebecca Bradstreet (c) 2002
Chicago
O'Hare
Monday Dec 24, 2001
John couldn't see out the airport windows. He *still* couldn't see out the windows. John sighed, and sat down in his seat. Becca was home in Atlanta. He'd told her it would be okay. He'd finish testifying, and be home in time for Christmas dinner. The weather obviously didn't care about his promise. John was tempted to try manipulating the weather -- creating a break to escape in, but he knew he might only make the storm worse...if that was possible. He closed his eyes and let himself follow the link between him and Becca into her thoughts. She was watching movies, and missing him. He didn't have the heart to tell her he was stuck.
Atlanta
John and Becca's Apartment
Becca sniffled and scowled at herself. She was sitting watching It's a Wonderful Life. She hated the movie, but she knew John liked it. Not for itself, but for the good memories of his mom it brought back. John watched it for his mom, and she was sitting watching it for him. He was still in Chicago. Becca didn't have to reach out to him. She knew. She could feel the distance between them. Becca couldn't help the thought she should have stayed in Chicago. She'd come home because she'd had work to do, but...
//It could have waited a few damn days. *Our* first Christmas, and where the Hell are we? Miles apart,// Becca shook her head. It was Christmas Eve, and she was sitting around feeling sorry for herself. She couldn't...well she shouldn't spend it that way. Becca turned the TV off, got up off the couch, and headed for the kitchen table. Spread out over it was the case she'd come home to work on. Homicidal maniacs operated 365 days a year. The Violent Crimes Task Force took a few days off, but since she apparently wasn't going to have anything better to do for Christmas...
The Gray Goose
"Malone, though I don't mind your company surely there's somewhere else you'd rather be this Christmas Eve?" The Master of the City asked the VCTF's Senior Agent. Bailey wasn't drunk yet, but Asher guessed he meant to be before Christmas.
"Can't think of one. Half the team has Christmas off, and the rest aren't working on anything that's going anywhere," Malone answered him.
"You have family. Even if you have no interest in seeing your ex-wife with her new husband, you must wish to see how college is agreeing with Francis?" Asher wasn't sure it was Janet Bailey was hiding from. It could be Francis. He was just certain that if Malone was going to do his hiding at The Gray Goose Malone was going to admit he was hiding.
"Francis is spending Christmas with some of her college friends. Janet and what's-his-name are spending it in the Alps. I am *not* part of their Christmas plans," Bailey explained over his drink.
Asher nodded, "And so you are part of my Christmas Eve instead."
"How long has he been here, and which drink is he on?" Sean asked as he walked into the office.
"Long enough. It seems I am not to have a quiet Christmas Eve. What brings you here Brodie?" The Master of the City asked the werefox who truly owned The Gray Goose.
"I heard Chicago's snowed in, and no one's sure when it'll be shoveled back out. I was coming to see if you'd heard," Sean offered as he got himself a drink.
"Chicago's snowed in. Malone where is Grant?" Asher asked Bailey.
"Stuck," Malone answered.
"Ah, I should be grateful Becca isn't here as well. Sean is there truly *no one* who is certain when it will break?" The Master of the City questioned.
"David thinks there might be a break tomorrow," Brodie replied with a sly smile.
"Then there's hope. Sean, will you take him home?" Asher gestured to Malone.
"Sure thing O'Master of the City. If I don't see you tomorrow, Merry Christmas Asher," Brodie grinned as he moved to help Bailey out of his seat.
"Merry Christmas to the both of you," the Master of the City said as Sean and Malone left the office.
Headquarters of the Violent Crimes Task Force
Command Center
Tuesday Dec 25, 2001
"No word about Chicago yet," Fraley told Malone as he entered the command center.
"Any sign of Becca?" Bailey asked with a grimace.
"Nope," George answered. Malone didn't look bad, but Fraley figured ten bucks said he was hungover.
"You know you don't have to work Christmas," Bailey gave George's shoulder a quick squeeze before he sat down.
"Oh it's okay. I mean my mom's...and Richard's...it's okay," Fraley nodded quickly.
"I understand George. I hope Grace, and Rachel are having better Christmases," Malone sighed.
"You can hope, but I wouldn't count on it," Becca said grimly as she came in and took a seat.
"Merry Christmas Becca," Fraley gave her a weak smile.
"Thanks George," she gave him a half-hearted grin.
"People what have we got for today?" Bailey slapped the table and winced.
//He's definitely hungover,// Becca thought.
"A couple of possible cases, but nothing solid," she told him.
"Well lets go over those," Malone said.
Cafeteria
"I'll bet you ten bucks Bailey's hungover," George smiled at Becca.
She shook her head, "He's definitely hungover."
He sighed, "It's true. When you've got a sure thing there is no one around to take your money."
"It's true," Becca gave him a warm grin.
"Ah ha, there's the smile that's been missing all morning," George said triumphantly.
"I'm sorry. I have a Christmas dinner for two, and no John," she couldn't deny how much she was missing him.
"Christmas isn't over yet," Malone said as he sat down at their table.
"No. For a man who spent last night getting drunk, you're just full of optimism today," Becca said more harshly than she meant to.
Bailey didn't bother to ask how she knew he was hungover, "Francis called. She's bringing her friends here for Christmas. They'll be in this evening."
"Oh," Becca responded.
"I've checked with Grace and Rachel their Christmases are going well. I guess it's just you and me Becca," George sighed.
"Actually someone would like you to spend Christmas with them," Malone told Fraley.
"Me? Who?" George asked.
"The Master of the City, Asher, would like you to go over Sean's new computer system with him," Bailey explained.
Becca snorted, "For him is more like it. Asher isn't the technophobe some vampires are, but that system is pretty intimidating by any standard."
"Sounds like fun," Fraley grinned broadly.
"And the cheese stands alone," Becca observed softly.
John and Becca's Apartment
She'd cooked the dinner -- the whole dinner. She couldn't say why. Becca knew she couldn't eat it all herself. She'd have to put half of it away. John would eat it cold whenever he came home, but...she wanted to share it with him warm. Becca began to reach out across their link to find him -- to talk to him for a bit. There was a knock on the door. She didn't stop to wonder who it could be. She didn't even look through the peephole. She just opened the front door.
"I could use a hand with this suitcase, or this Christmas present," John smiled at her.
To her credit Becca didn't crush the Christmas present between them though it was a near thing. She took it out of his hand, and set it aside before she wrapped her arms around him. He dropped his suitcase to put his arms around her.
"I...," was all Becca could get out of her mouth.
"Missed me?" John smiled at her.
"I love you," she told him with words, before she showed him with a passionate kiss.
"I love you too," he whispered, holding her tight.
"Merry Christmas John," Becca said softly.
"Merry Christmas Becca," John whispered back.
They stood in their doorway quietly until Becca remembered their cooling Christmas dinner.
The End
Title: "I'll Be Home For Christmas"
Author: Rebecca Bradstreet
Rated: PG
Pair: John/Becca
Archive: http://www.angelfire.com/scifi/shieldbearer/IllBeHomeForChristmas.html
Summary: John's snowed in in Chicago.
Warning: Language.
Disclaimer/Notes: This is a Profiler/Anita Blake Vampire Hunter Crossover. I don't own John Grant, or any other Profiler character. I don't own Asher, or any other Anitaverse character. I do own Rebecca Belinda "Becca" Drake. After all she is a dragon version of me. I own other characters that aren't Profiler or ABVH canon. I use // for thoughts, :: for telepathy, and ** as emphasis. This isn't beta'd so all mistakes are my own. I wrote this for Med because. ;)
"I'll Be Home For Christmas"
Rebecca Bradstreet (c) 2002
Chicago
O'Hare
Monday Dec 24, 2001
John couldn't see out the airport windows. He *still* couldn't see out the windows. John sighed, and sat down in his seat. Becca was home in Atlanta. He'd told her it would be okay. He'd finish testifying, and be home in time for Christmas dinner. The weather obviously didn't care about his promise. John was tempted to try manipulating the weather -- creating a break to escape in, but he knew he might only make the storm worse...if that was possible. He closed his eyes and let himself follow the link between him and Becca into her thoughts. She was watching movies, and missing him. He didn't have the heart to tell her he was stuck.
Atlanta
John and Becca's Apartment
Becca sniffled and scowled at herself. She was sitting watching It's a Wonderful Life. She hated the movie, but she knew John liked it. Not for itself, but for the good memories of his mom it brought back. John watched it for his mom, and she was sitting watching it for him. He was still in Chicago. Becca didn't have to reach out to him. She knew. She could feel the distance between them. Becca couldn't help the thought she should have stayed in Chicago. She'd come home because she'd had work to do, but...
//It could have waited a few damn days. *Our* first Christmas, and where the Hell are we? Miles apart,// Becca shook her head. It was Christmas Eve, and she was sitting around feeling sorry for herself. She couldn't...well she shouldn't spend it that way. Becca turned the TV off, got up off the couch, and headed for the kitchen table. Spread out over it was the case she'd come home to work on. Homicidal maniacs operated 365 days a year. The Violent Crimes Task Force took a few days off, but since she apparently wasn't going to have anything better to do for Christmas...
The Gray Goose
"Malone, though I don't mind your company surely there's somewhere else you'd rather be this Christmas Eve?" The Master of the City asked the VCTF's Senior Agent. Bailey wasn't drunk yet, but Asher guessed he meant to be before Christmas.
"Can't think of one. Half the team has Christmas off, and the rest aren't working on anything that's going anywhere," Malone answered him.
"You have family. Even if you have no interest in seeing your ex-wife with her new husband, you must wish to see how college is agreeing with Francis?" Asher wasn't sure it was Janet Bailey was hiding from. It could be Francis. He was just certain that if Malone was going to do his hiding at The Gray Goose Malone was going to admit he was hiding.
"Francis is spending Christmas with some of her college friends. Janet and what's-his-name are spending it in the Alps. I am *not* part of their Christmas plans," Bailey explained over his drink.
Asher nodded, "And so you are part of my Christmas Eve instead."
"How long has he been here, and which drink is he on?" Sean asked as he walked into the office.
"Long enough. It seems I am not to have a quiet Christmas Eve. What brings you here Brodie?" The Master of the City asked the werefox who truly owned The Gray Goose.
"I heard Chicago's snowed in, and no one's sure when it'll be shoveled back out. I was coming to see if you'd heard," Sean offered as he got himself a drink.
"Chicago's snowed in. Malone where is Grant?" Asher asked Bailey.
"Stuck," Malone answered.
"Ah, I should be grateful Becca isn't here as well. Sean is there truly *no one* who is certain when it will break?" The Master of the City questioned.
"David thinks there might be a break tomorrow," Brodie replied with a sly smile.
"Then there's hope. Sean, will you take him home?" Asher gestured to Malone.
"Sure thing O'Master of the City. If I don't see you tomorrow, Merry Christmas Asher," Brodie grinned as he moved to help Bailey out of his seat.
"Merry Christmas to the both of you," the Master of the City said as Sean and Malone left the office.
Headquarters of the Violent Crimes Task Force
Command Center
Tuesday Dec 25, 2001
"No word about Chicago yet," Fraley told Malone as he entered the command center.
"Any sign of Becca?" Bailey asked with a grimace.
"Nope," George answered. Malone didn't look bad, but Fraley figured ten bucks said he was hungover.
"You know you don't have to work Christmas," Bailey gave George's shoulder a quick squeeze before he sat down.
"Oh it's okay. I mean my mom's...and Richard's...it's okay," Fraley nodded quickly.
"I understand George. I hope Grace, and Rachel are having better Christmases," Malone sighed.
"You can hope, but I wouldn't count on it," Becca said grimly as she came in and took a seat.
"Merry Christmas Becca," Fraley gave her a weak smile.
"Thanks George," she gave him a half-hearted grin.
"People what have we got for today?" Bailey slapped the table and winced.
//He's definitely hungover,// Becca thought.
"A couple of possible cases, but nothing solid," she told him.
"Well lets go over those," Malone said.
Cafeteria
"I'll bet you ten bucks Bailey's hungover," George smiled at Becca.
She shook her head, "He's definitely hungover."
He sighed, "It's true. When you've got a sure thing there is no one around to take your money."
"It's true," Becca gave him a warm grin.
"Ah ha, there's the smile that's been missing all morning," George said triumphantly.
"I'm sorry. I have a Christmas dinner for two, and no John," she couldn't deny how much she was missing him.
"Christmas isn't over yet," Malone said as he sat down at their table.
"No. For a man who spent last night getting drunk, you're just full of optimism today," Becca said more harshly than she meant to.
Bailey didn't bother to ask how she knew he was hungover, "Francis called. She's bringing her friends here for Christmas. They'll be in this evening."
"Oh," Becca responded.
"I've checked with Grace and Rachel their Christmases are going well. I guess it's just you and me Becca," George sighed.
"Actually someone would like you to spend Christmas with them," Malone told Fraley.
"Me? Who?" George asked.
"The Master of the City, Asher, would like you to go over Sean's new computer system with him," Bailey explained.
Becca snorted, "For him is more like it. Asher isn't the technophobe some vampires are, but that system is pretty intimidating by any standard."
"Sounds like fun," Fraley grinned broadly.
"And the cheese stands alone," Becca observed softly.
John and Becca's Apartment
She'd cooked the dinner -- the whole dinner. She couldn't say why. Becca knew she couldn't eat it all herself. She'd have to put half of it away. John would eat it cold whenever he came home, but...she wanted to share it with him warm. Becca began to reach out across their link to find him -- to talk to him for a bit. There was a knock on the door. She didn't stop to wonder who it could be. She didn't even look through the peephole. She just opened the front door.
"I could use a hand with this suitcase, or this Christmas present," John smiled at her.
To her credit Becca didn't crush the Christmas present between them though it was a near thing. She took it out of his hand, and set it aside before she wrapped her arms around him. He dropped his suitcase to put his arms around her.
"I...," was all Becca could get out of her mouth.
"Missed me?" John smiled at her.
"I love you," she told him with words, before she showed him with a passionate kiss.
"I love you too," he whispered, holding her tight.
"Merry Christmas John," Becca said softly.
"Merry Christmas Becca," John whispered back.
They stood in their doorway quietly until Becca remembered their cooling Christmas dinner.
The End