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TITLE: "Grief"
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: GOREN/ROSS/RODGERS/NICHOLS
RATING: NC-17 ►GRAPHIC SEX
A/N: CONTINUATION OF "THE CHOSEN ONE"
BETA: ITHACA
DISCLAIMER: CHARACTERS BELONG TO DICK WOLF. YOUR CHARACTERS/MY WORDS. NO PROFITS HAD BY ANYONE.
Ross stood with Nichols outside the video room, “Do you think he knows just how damn irritating it is that he is ALWAYS right?”
Nichols assumed it was a rhetorical question as he followed the Captain into the room. Goren was making hard copies from the pictures on screen.
Ross took them as he handed them back--Rawlings smiling up into the camera. Then a long shot of the white Ford Taurus.
“No shot of the license plate.”
“So he’s still in the City.”
“In any of the five boroughs or over in Jersey. We’ve got two safe deposit keys, but he can go in and pay to have them drill it out.”
“Can we find the banks? If we can keep him from his resources. . ”
Bobby scrubbed a hand over his beard, “One is distinctive--we can set up phone canvas first thing in the morning for the branches using his name and the three on the passports.”
‘I’ll get a judge to issue a warrant, what about the papers in the safe. We have three detectives going through and tracking them.”
Ross opened the door, “Get copies out so the banks can be flooded. Get the Officer of the day in early and get patrolmen to take care of it. Then head home for a few hours sleep, we’ll meet back at seven.”
Zach picked up the photos, “I’ll take care of this, you need to relieve Frick and Frack.”
Bobby for once didn’t argue, but thanked Zach and grabbed his coat.
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Having called her. Liz had dinner ready to go on the table when he arrived home.
Between bites he brought her up to date.
“So what’s his next move?”
“We’ve taken away his comfort zone. He needs what’s in those safety deposit boxes to set up again.”
“Will he kill during this time?”
“He’s fucking crazy, no way to know. I need to check. . .”
He allowed her to pull him to his feet, “You need to get undressed while I run your bath and pour you a scotch.”
His protest was weak, but even after he came from the bath she could feel the energy rolling off him in waves.
Before he could offer a reason for working she pushed him onto the bed, “Liz, what are you doing?”
“Seeing if I can drain some of that energy vibrating from you so you can sleep.”
She freed his cock and grasped the base and engulfed the tip, stroking with her tongue as she sucked the length of him, pausing each time to swirl her tongue around the tip. His hands fisted in her hair, his head fell back with a groan.
She felt his balls tighten and lifted herself over his cock and sank fully onto him. She encouraged him with her movements to roll on top of her so he’d burn off that energy fucking her instead of allowing him to let her exhaust herself.
Twice she fought back a climax knowing he wouldn’t take his own release until she did. Finally the intensity was too much and she shattered the tremors in her vagina triggered his own.
Bobby collapsed atop her and between the long day, emotional let down, warm bath, scotch and a strenuous bout of sex he sank into sleep. So he was snoring softly into her ear. She adjusted herself beneath him reveling in feminine satisfaction--did she know her man or what? She reached for the alarm. She hoped he’d sleep the full 5 hours before six.
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Ross was shocked when he arrived in the squad room before Goren and was even more surprised when the detective appeared rested. When questioned about his night the tips of his ears reddened and he mumbled something. So Ross drew his own conclusions from that tell.
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Bobby pulled up short outside autopsy just out of sight of the voices. Ross’ charming, pleading; Liz’s sharp and angry.
“You need to let me talk with you; give me a chance; you know how good we were together. I have tickets to the Winter Ball I want you to come with me.”
“Take the little blonde slut from accounting.”
“Liz, please, give me another chance. Let me take you home, We’ll stop for dinner. Do you want me to beg, darling.”
Bobby’s heart ached in the silence and broke when her words broke it, “My guards will take me home. I’ll fix dinner, then we’ll talk.”
“Till seven then.”
Bobby was not in the hallway when Ross headed upstairs.
Bobby sat at his desk and cringed inside as Ross passed him whistling. When his phone rang he would have ignored it but Nichols picked it up.
“Goren, Line two.”
Sighing, “Goren.”
“Bobby? I’ve got something to take care of. I’ve got to go home.”
“Okay.”
Liz looked at the phone receiver in disbelief, where were the questions? The panic over her safety?”
“Stay safe,” he whispered before he gently replaced the receiver.
Liz stared at the phone. He’d hung up on her. He knew. She’d heard his grief. Somehow when Ross got back to the squad room he’d said something or behaved somehow. Then she’d called. Why did her detective have to be such an excellent reader of people. Yet he was too dense and too insecure to read her feelings. “MEN!”
♥♥♥
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: GOREN/ROSS/RODGERS/NICHOLS
RATING: NC-17 ►GRAPHIC SEX
A/N: CONTINUATION OF "THE CHOSEN ONE"
BETA: ITHACA
DISCLAIMER: CHARACTERS BELONG TO DICK WOLF. YOUR CHARACTERS/MY WORDS. NO PROFITS HAD BY ANYONE.
Ross stood with Nichols outside the video room, “Do you think he knows just how damn irritating it is that he is ALWAYS right?”
Nichols assumed it was a rhetorical question as he followed the Captain into the room. Goren was making hard copies from the pictures on screen.
Ross took them as he handed them back--Rawlings smiling up into the camera. Then a long shot of the white Ford Taurus.
“No shot of the license plate.”
“So he’s still in the City.”
“In any of the five boroughs or over in Jersey. We’ve got two safe deposit keys, but he can go in and pay to have them drill it out.”
“Can we find the banks? If we can keep him from his resources. . ”
Bobby scrubbed a hand over his beard, “One is distinctive--we can set up phone canvas first thing in the morning for the branches using his name and the three on the passports.”
‘I’ll get a judge to issue a warrant, what about the papers in the safe. We have three detectives going through and tracking them.”
Ross opened the door, “Get copies out so the banks can be flooded. Get the Officer of the day in early and get patrolmen to take care of it. Then head home for a few hours sleep, we’ll meet back at seven.”
Zach picked up the photos, “I’ll take care of this, you need to relieve Frick and Frack.”
Bobby for once didn’t argue, but thanked Zach and grabbed his coat.
►
Having called her. Liz had dinner ready to go on the table when he arrived home.
Between bites he brought her up to date.
“So what’s his next move?”
“We’ve taken away his comfort zone. He needs what’s in those safety deposit boxes to set up again.”
“Will he kill during this time?”
“He’s fucking crazy, no way to know. I need to check. . .”
He allowed her to pull him to his feet, “You need to get undressed while I run your bath and pour you a scotch.”
His protest was weak, but even after he came from the bath she could feel the energy rolling off him in waves.
Before he could offer a reason for working she pushed him onto the bed, “Liz, what are you doing?”
“Seeing if I can drain some of that energy vibrating from you so you can sleep.”
She freed his cock and grasped the base and engulfed the tip, stroking with her tongue as she sucked the length of him, pausing each time to swirl her tongue around the tip. His hands fisted in her hair, his head fell back with a groan.
She felt his balls tighten and lifted herself over his cock and sank fully onto him. She encouraged him with her movements to roll on top of her so he’d burn off that energy fucking her instead of allowing him to let her exhaust herself.
Twice she fought back a climax knowing he wouldn’t take his own release until she did. Finally the intensity was too much and she shattered the tremors in her vagina triggered his own.
Bobby collapsed atop her and between the long day, emotional let down, warm bath, scotch and a strenuous bout of sex he sank into sleep. So he was snoring softly into her ear. She adjusted herself beneath him reveling in feminine satisfaction--did she know her man or what? She reached for the alarm. She hoped he’d sleep the full 5 hours before six.
►►
Ross was shocked when he arrived in the squad room before Goren and was even more surprised when the detective appeared rested. When questioned about his night the tips of his ears reddened and he mumbled something. So Ross drew his own conclusions from that tell.
►►►
Bobby pulled up short outside autopsy just out of sight of the voices. Ross’ charming, pleading; Liz’s sharp and angry.
“You need to let me talk with you; give me a chance; you know how good we were together. I have tickets to the Winter Ball I want you to come with me.”
“Take the little blonde slut from accounting.”
“Liz, please, give me another chance. Let me take you home, We’ll stop for dinner. Do you want me to beg, darling.”
Bobby’s heart ached in the silence and broke when her words broke it, “My guards will take me home. I’ll fix dinner, then we’ll talk.”
“Till seven then.”
Bobby was not in the hallway when Ross headed upstairs.
Bobby sat at his desk and cringed inside as Ross passed him whistling. When his phone rang he would have ignored it but Nichols picked it up.
“Goren, Line two.”
Sighing, “Goren.”
“Bobby? I’ve got something to take care of. I’ve got to go home.”
“Okay.”
Liz looked at the phone receiver in disbelief, where were the questions? The panic over her safety?”
“Stay safe,” he whispered before he gently replaced the receiver.
Liz stared at the phone. He’d hung up on her. He knew. She’d heard his grief. Somehow when Ross got back to the squad room he’d said something or behaved somehow. Then she’d called. Why did her detective have to be such an excellent reader of people. Yet he was too dense and too insecure to read her feelings. “MEN!”
♥♥♥