Profiler fic: Windy day blues
Title: Windy Day Blues
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Profiler
Prompt: 084 He
Challenge: none
Characters: Frances Malone, John Grant
Characters mentioned: Bailey Malone
Pairings: John/Frances
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1091
Summary: Frances is in college, and John is working a case by himself in the town where she is at. They decide to hook up, and see what happens.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters
Author’s notes: This is in honor of sinaddict’s birthday. Happy Birthday darling.
Frances Malone pulled a comb roughly through her shoulder length black hair. She had just trimmed it last week to prevent as many knots from forming in it, yet for some reason today she had more knots in it than she had in a long time.
She grumbled, she knew she shouldn’t have walked out in the wind. Frances had wanted to see John though, and he had told her that he would meet her at the coffee shop at 3:00. She had waited for him a half hour, under the blue canopy outside the shop, peering through the window every few minutes to make sure he wasn’t inside waiting for her. The coffee shop was pretty crowded.
Fifteen minutes into her wait, a nice man in a blue sweater had asked if she wanted to sit at his table, and come out from the cold. He was sitting with several other people, and she looked freezing. She had thanked him, and told him that she was waiting for someone.
Five minutes later, he had come back and given her a large take out cup that contained hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. She had tried to pay him back, but he wouldn’t hear of it, and told her that it was his good deed for the day.
Frances had nursed the hot chocolate until she had made it home. Then she had tossed it in the kitchen trashcan, since it was easier to enter through the backdoor of her apartment building.
She was thankful on days like this that even though the apartment didn’t have an elevator, it had two covered stairways. Some of the apartment buildings nearby had outdoor stairwells. She would hate to have an apartment like that especially considering it was supposed to start snowing any day now.
When she got home, Frances had stripped off all her clothes in the kitchen, after she had made sure that door was closed all the way and locked. She walked naked through the kitchen, and the hallway off of it, until she got to the bathroom. She turned the small shower onto as warm as she could handle it and had jumped in. She took a long shower, and now was sitting in a pair of warm kitty pajamas that her dad had sent her last Christmas. She was trying to comb her hair, and to remember what she had to do for homework this weekend.
Frances threw the comb down in frustration. She picked up a black elastic band off the pile of junk on the top of the dresser. She pulled her hair into a tight ponytail, figuring it would be easier to mess with later. She realized that she had a lot of reading she had to do. She grabbed her messenger bag from where she had thrown it after her 11 o’clock class. It was the only class that she had to worry about on Fridays.
Frances walked a few feet to where her desktop was. Her laptop was waiting for her with the lid closed, and the shiny skull sticker she had installed for the hell of it on the top. She was thinking she might put some more stickers on it later, they had a lot of good sticker machines at the mall, and she would check them out next time she went.
She grabbed the Ethernet cord off the floor, and plugged it into her computer. She then opened her messenger bag, and set it on the floor. She opened her computer, and pushed the power on button.
A loud erratic knocking emanated from her front door. She trudged through the bedroom, and through the bed room. She looked through the peephole on the door. A brunette man with his hair windswept and serious blue eyes was standing outside her door; he looked like he was ready to have kittens.
Frances unlocked the door. “So, did you forget what time you were supposed to meet me at the coffee shop?” She wasn’t really sure how he had managed to find her apartment, but decided that he must have called her father and asked.
“What are you talking about? I was at the coffee shop waiting for you for an hour.” He asked, as she moved aside to let him enter the apartment.
She paused, almost feeling like laughing. She knew she should have given him the directions to the shop. After closing the door, she went to sit on the blue couch; it was about the only thing in the small living room beside the 19inch TV on the black TV stand. “Which coffee shop did you go to?” She asked, knowing the answer was not going to be the one he had told her he would meet her at. She had tried to explain to him that there was The Green Bottles Coffee Shop, and The Blue Bottle Coffee Shop, but apparently he hadn’t listened very well to her.
John sat on the couch, pretending to straighten out a crease in his gray flannel slacks. He was starting to feel foolish. “The one with the green awning.” He pointed out the direction of her front door. He had been too worried about the case earlier at lunch, which he had barely listened to what she had said.
“I was over at the Blue Bottle, the one with the blue awning since that is the one you said.” She smirked.
He chuckled. “I am sorry; I will try to do better next time.” He knew he should have explored the town more, he hadn’t expected to be here as long as he was. And usually he had a lot more help, but the VCTF was so busy that he was flying solo on this one, and he didn’t feel like asking the police officers he was working for every time he wanted to go somewhere, especially if it had nothing to do with the case they were working on. John wasn’t sure how he had wanted this meeting to go, especially since he had to call Bailey and find directions to the apartment. But Bailey and Frances were getting on a lot better than they used, and it wasn’t like Frances was illegal anymore. From what Bailey said she was definitely a lot more mature than she was before she had left Atlanta. Bailey was very proud of her. He moved in closer, and kissed her softly on the lips.
She didn’t pull away, so he took that as a good sign.
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Profiler
Prompt: 084 He
Challenge: none
Characters: Frances Malone, John Grant
Characters mentioned: Bailey Malone
Pairings: John/Frances
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1091
Summary: Frances is in college, and John is working a case by himself in the town where she is at. They decide to hook up, and see what happens.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters
Author’s notes: This is in honor of sinaddict’s birthday. Happy Birthday darling.
Frances Malone pulled a comb roughly through her shoulder length black hair. She had just trimmed it last week to prevent as many knots from forming in it, yet for some reason today she had more knots in it than she had in a long time.
She grumbled, she knew she shouldn’t have walked out in the wind. Frances had wanted to see John though, and he had told her that he would meet her at the coffee shop at 3:00. She had waited for him a half hour, under the blue canopy outside the shop, peering through the window every few minutes to make sure he wasn’t inside waiting for her. The coffee shop was pretty crowded.
Fifteen minutes into her wait, a nice man in a blue sweater had asked if she wanted to sit at his table, and come out from the cold. He was sitting with several other people, and she looked freezing. She had thanked him, and told him that she was waiting for someone.
Five minutes later, he had come back and given her a large take out cup that contained hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. She had tried to pay him back, but he wouldn’t hear of it, and told her that it was his good deed for the day.
Frances had nursed the hot chocolate until she had made it home. Then she had tossed it in the kitchen trashcan, since it was easier to enter through the backdoor of her apartment building.
She was thankful on days like this that even though the apartment didn’t have an elevator, it had two covered stairways. Some of the apartment buildings nearby had outdoor stairwells. She would hate to have an apartment like that especially considering it was supposed to start snowing any day now.
When she got home, Frances had stripped off all her clothes in the kitchen, after she had made sure that door was closed all the way and locked. She walked naked through the kitchen, and the hallway off of it, until she got to the bathroom. She turned the small shower onto as warm as she could handle it and had jumped in. She took a long shower, and now was sitting in a pair of warm kitty pajamas that her dad had sent her last Christmas. She was trying to comb her hair, and to remember what she had to do for homework this weekend.
Frances threw the comb down in frustration. She picked up a black elastic band off the pile of junk on the top of the dresser. She pulled her hair into a tight ponytail, figuring it would be easier to mess with later. She realized that she had a lot of reading she had to do. She grabbed her messenger bag from where she had thrown it after her 11 o’clock class. It was the only class that she had to worry about on Fridays.
Frances walked a few feet to where her desktop was. Her laptop was waiting for her with the lid closed, and the shiny skull sticker she had installed for the hell of it on the top. She was thinking she might put some more stickers on it later, they had a lot of good sticker machines at the mall, and she would check them out next time she went.
She grabbed the Ethernet cord off the floor, and plugged it into her computer. She then opened her messenger bag, and set it on the floor. She opened her computer, and pushed the power on button.
A loud erratic knocking emanated from her front door. She trudged through the bedroom, and through the bed room. She looked through the peephole on the door. A brunette man with his hair windswept and serious blue eyes was standing outside her door; he looked like he was ready to have kittens.
Frances unlocked the door. “So, did you forget what time you were supposed to meet me at the coffee shop?” She wasn’t really sure how he had managed to find her apartment, but decided that he must have called her father and asked.
“What are you talking about? I was at the coffee shop waiting for you for an hour.” He asked, as she moved aside to let him enter the apartment.
She paused, almost feeling like laughing. She knew she should have given him the directions to the shop. After closing the door, she went to sit on the blue couch; it was about the only thing in the small living room beside the 19inch TV on the black TV stand. “Which coffee shop did you go to?” She asked, knowing the answer was not going to be the one he had told her he would meet her at. She had tried to explain to him that there was The Green Bottles Coffee Shop, and The Blue Bottle Coffee Shop, but apparently he hadn’t listened very well to her.
John sat on the couch, pretending to straighten out a crease in his gray flannel slacks. He was starting to feel foolish. “The one with the green awning.” He pointed out the direction of her front door. He had been too worried about the case earlier at lunch, which he had barely listened to what she had said.
“I was over at the Blue Bottle, the one with the blue awning since that is the one you said.” She smirked.
He chuckled. “I am sorry; I will try to do better next time.” He knew he should have explored the town more, he hadn’t expected to be here as long as he was. And usually he had a lot more help, but the VCTF was so busy that he was flying solo on this one, and he didn’t feel like asking the police officers he was working for every time he wanted to go somewhere, especially if it had nothing to do with the case they were working on. John wasn’t sure how he had wanted this meeting to go, especially since he had to call Bailey and find directions to the apartment. But Bailey and Frances were getting on a lot better than they used, and it wasn’t like Frances was illegal anymore. From what Bailey said she was definitely a lot more mature than she was before she had left Atlanta. Bailey was very proud of her. He moved in closer, and kissed her softly on the lips.
She didn’t pull away, so he took that as a good sign.