Trouble is My Business [FanFic]
Title: Trouble is My Business
Author: Tooks
Pairing: Foyet/JJ
Rating: FRT
Summary: Foyet makes a visit to Rossi's club about increasing his payoff and has a run in with Reid.
Notes: This is the seventh piece in the Noir AU which I'm calling "Living For the Night" thanks to let_it_linger21. Again, first person (this time from Foyet's POV), dark, gritty, and little talk of naughtiness. I'll confess I was in a rush to finish this before I go on a vacation so...yeah...And, yes, the title is another noir title.
There’s something really fulfilling about a pretty woman screaming your name no matter the reason. It’s another reason I’ve hung onto JJ…she’s a screamer. It builds up slow and steady into a crescendo that almost sounds like I’m hurting her as she climaxes. Music to my ears.
What isn’t though is her goddamned alarm that goes off way too early in the morning. I’ve broken three so far but she keeps buying new ones…and took to putting them out of my immediate reach so I can't just break them. “Turn that fucking thing off!” I yell at her as I groan a little in the bed.
“Alright,” she snips back as she reaches over to turn the alarm off, “Jesus, George, relax.” She sounds a little huffy, “You know you should be thanking me, if it weren’t for the alarm you’d never to be to work on time.”
Like I give a shit. I give a sigh as I slowly roll out of the bed, “I’m sorry, baby, but you know I’m not a morning person.”
“No kidding,” JJ replies with a slightly sly smile as she returns to the dresser mirror and grabs a nearby scarf, wrapping it around her neck to hide the bruising there from last night.
Not that I’m in any better shape mind you. Girl’s got claws and she uses them so my back’s torn half to shreds and there’s droplets of blood left on our sheets that cause me to stick some to the bed making it all the harder to get up. But I do get up and out and head over to JJ as she works make-up over her face to enhance her looks. “No shower?” I ask, coming up behind her.
“I already took one,” she smiles her reply.
“Ah.”
“I’m way ahead of you today.”
I smirk, wrap an arm around her stomach and the other around her neck, “Aren’t you always?” I put my lips against her jaw-line before looking at our reflection in the mirror.
JJ smirks, “Just what do you think you’re doing, Mr. Foyet?”
“Officer Foyet,” I correct her before moving my lips down to her neck, nuzzling the scarf out of the way to do it. “Come on, baby, just one more time before we have to go to work. You can be late, can’t you?”
She sighs, “You still need to take a shower and get ready.”
“I can be late.” I go to slip the hand over her neck down into her shirt a bit, “And you can be late,” I kiss her neck again, letting teeth playfully graze her skin, “So let’s be late for a good reason.”
She calls me a horn dog or something but gives in. Lets me have her right there at the dresser with a few simple shifts in clothing. Still, when done, she realizes she needs new stockings and underwear as I’ve all but torn hers to shreds.
And me? Well I’m just fine, giving her a kiss and going to shower then dress. In fact I’m still ready to leave before she is.
***
Work is the same as ever, though this time Morgan is so far up my ass I wanna handcuff him to the patrol car bumper and drive off dragging him behind me. …The paperwork I know that’ll follow an incident like that stops me though.
I finally loose him when our shift is over and he’s got no more legit reasons to follow me. From the station I go directly to The Stallion to have a little chat with David Rossi. Sometimes I wonder just how clever that guy really is, after all he’s still not realizing who’s really running this town. That it isn’t him. It’s me. Which is why I can burst into the club and sit right down at the man’s table without anyone even trying to look me in the eye while I do it. “Where’s my money?” I ask without hesitation.
“In your bank account,” he shrugs, unconcerned “or maybe under your floorboards. I don’t know where you stash it, Officer.”
“Don’t fuck around with me.”
“You know your partner, Officer Morgan, was here last night..” Rossi always bothers me. He never seems like he’s concerned about anything, you could threaten the guy with castration and he’d make a crack about always wanting to hit a high note like a eunuch or something. “He wants to know where Jordan Todd is. Any thoughts?” But Rossi’s still serious when it comes right down to it, he's not an idiot making cracks, he's a clever asshole making cracks.
“Maybe under your floorboards?” I offer.
Only Rossi reacts, only he laughs, before leaning over the table some, “You’re not getting more money.”
“Then you’re not getting more of my services.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning you might as well buy a burial plot for Ms. Todd with the money you’re not paying me.”
“So you know where she is?” Rossi questions as if he already knows I do.
I’m a cop, I’ve played that trick before, so there’s no way I’m falling for it. “I didn’t say that.”
“But if I don’t pay…”
“Then you’re on your own.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Rossi smiles, “I didn’t hire him but rumor’s that Aaron Hotchner is on the case.”
I give a snort, “I know.” This time I’m the one showing no concern as I get up from the table with a smirk.
“Remind me again why I shouldn’t just kill you outright.”
“Because I’m a hero officer of the law,” I reply with a slight smile, “and you’re smarter than that. Almost smart enough to just pay what I ask.” Even as I go to leave I know this isn’t the end, that Rossi’ll probably send some half-wit goon after me to try and kick my ass so he can reassert his dominance or whatever. It’s not gonna happen though, that goon’ll never be seen again. I’m halfway out the club when I spot him. The Buddy Holly kid from Hotch’s car. It’s too perfect to resist.
***
He must not have seen me coming because when I go to sit across from him Buddy Holly's eyes go wide and he nearly spills his drink. “Are you scared?” I ask teasingly as I give him a wicked smirk so he knows how fucked he’s about to be.
He knows. “Um…uh…no?” He’s gotta know.
“You should be.”
“Wh-why Officer Foyet?”
I wonder if he’ll end up pissing himself? I lean in on him some, he leans back and fixes his glasses a little trying to act casual. “So, what’s your name, again?”
“Dr Spencer Reid.”
“Doctor?”
“PhDs. Three of them.”
Nerd. Bet he's never been laid in his life...and never will be either. “You following Rossi?” I ask.
“Maybe.”
“You are,” I smirk a little, glance back at Rossi’s table a moment, then turn back to the thin nerd in glasses and Chucks before me with my decision made. “We’re taking a walk.”
“I’d rather not.”
I smile at him a moment then stand and go around to grab his neck hard. “It wasn’t an offer,” I growl in his ear before lifting him from the chair and virtually dragging him out the back of the club.
I have to admit I’m surprised to see he’s packing…too bad for him he’s clueless as to how to use it and it’s mine all of two minutes after I spot it. He tries fighting back but I’ve got years of experience and fifty pounds (at the very least) on him. I’ve also got my favorite knife - another “gift” from some sap I killed on the job - which I use just enough to put the scrawny fuck down on his knees. I leave him bloody, broken, and probably with soiled pants. When I bend down to pick his glasses up off the floor he flinches. I kick him twice in the gut, the second time so hard he gets a little airborne and slams into the dumpster with a pained groan. “Two for flinching,” I crack before going past the near statue-like bouncer and head back in.
It's nothing personal. The kid just has the bad luck for being in the wrong place at the wrong time and agreeing to do the wrong thing for the wrong person. In kicking skinny Reid's skinny ass all over the back alley I can remind Rossi why he pays me, send a message to Hotch about sticking his nose in my business, and generally get my built-up aggressions out...I couldn't on the job with Morgan hounding me like he'd been.
Rossi looks up when I set Dr. Nerd’s busted up glasses in front of him but says nothing. “This is why you need to pay me more.”
“Because you can find me busted up glasses like no one else?” The mobster jokes with a small chuckle that his moronic crew joins him in until I glare up at them.
“You had a tail, courtesy of Hotchner, I just took care of it for you.” I explain before smirking, “I’ll expect my latest, increased, payment by the end of the week.” Then, having made my point, I go.
"I wasn’t strong enough to resist corruption, but I was strong enough to fight for a piece of it." ~ Joe Morse, Force of Evil
Next Section:
Detour
Previous Sections:
Nightgale's Welcome Me
On Dangerous Ground
Safe Passage
The Big Scare
The Third Man
The Stallion: Part 1
The Stallion: Part 2
Author: Tooks
Pairing: Foyet/JJ
Rating: FRT
Summary: Foyet makes a visit to Rossi's club about increasing his payoff and has a run in with Reid.
Notes: This is the seventh piece in the Noir AU which I'm calling "Living For the Night" thanks to let_it_linger21. Again, first person (this time from Foyet's POV), dark, gritty, and little talk of naughtiness. I'll confess I was in a rush to finish this before I go on a vacation so...yeah...And, yes, the title is another noir title.
There’s something really fulfilling about a pretty woman screaming your name no matter the reason. It’s another reason I’ve hung onto JJ…she’s a screamer. It builds up slow and steady into a crescendo that almost sounds like I’m hurting her as she climaxes. Music to my ears.
What isn’t though is her goddamned alarm that goes off way too early in the morning. I’ve broken three so far but she keeps buying new ones…and took to putting them out of my immediate reach so I can't just break them. “Turn that fucking thing off!” I yell at her as I groan a little in the bed.
“Alright,” she snips back as she reaches over to turn the alarm off, “Jesus, George, relax.” She sounds a little huffy, “You know you should be thanking me, if it weren’t for the alarm you’d never to be to work on time.”
Like I give a shit. I give a sigh as I slowly roll out of the bed, “I’m sorry, baby, but you know I’m not a morning person.”
“No kidding,” JJ replies with a slightly sly smile as she returns to the dresser mirror and grabs a nearby scarf, wrapping it around her neck to hide the bruising there from last night.
Not that I’m in any better shape mind you. Girl’s got claws and she uses them so my back’s torn half to shreds and there’s droplets of blood left on our sheets that cause me to stick some to the bed making it all the harder to get up. But I do get up and out and head over to JJ as she works make-up over her face to enhance her looks. “No shower?” I ask, coming up behind her.
“I already took one,” she smiles her reply.
“Ah.”
“I’m way ahead of you today.”
I smirk, wrap an arm around her stomach and the other around her neck, “Aren’t you always?” I put my lips against her jaw-line before looking at our reflection in the mirror.
JJ smirks, “Just what do you think you’re doing, Mr. Foyet?”
“Officer Foyet,” I correct her before moving my lips down to her neck, nuzzling the scarf out of the way to do it. “Come on, baby, just one more time before we have to go to work. You can be late, can’t you?”
She sighs, “You still need to take a shower and get ready.”
“I can be late.” I go to slip the hand over her neck down into her shirt a bit, “And you can be late,” I kiss her neck again, letting teeth playfully graze her skin, “So let’s be late for a good reason.”
She calls me a horn dog or something but gives in. Lets me have her right there at the dresser with a few simple shifts in clothing. Still, when done, she realizes she needs new stockings and underwear as I’ve all but torn hers to shreds.
And me? Well I’m just fine, giving her a kiss and going to shower then dress. In fact I’m still ready to leave before she is.
***
Work is the same as ever, though this time Morgan is so far up my ass I wanna handcuff him to the patrol car bumper and drive off dragging him behind me. …The paperwork I know that’ll follow an incident like that stops me though.
I finally loose him when our shift is over and he’s got no more legit reasons to follow me. From the station I go directly to The Stallion to have a little chat with David Rossi. Sometimes I wonder just how clever that guy really is, after all he’s still not realizing who’s really running this town. That it isn’t him. It’s me. Which is why I can burst into the club and sit right down at the man’s table without anyone even trying to look me in the eye while I do it. “Where’s my money?” I ask without hesitation.
“In your bank account,” he shrugs, unconcerned “or maybe under your floorboards. I don’t know where you stash it, Officer.”
“Don’t fuck around with me.”
“You know your partner, Officer Morgan, was here last night..” Rossi always bothers me. He never seems like he’s concerned about anything, you could threaten the guy with castration and he’d make a crack about always wanting to hit a high note like a eunuch or something. “He wants to know where Jordan Todd is. Any thoughts?” But Rossi’s still serious when it comes right down to it, he's not an idiot making cracks, he's a clever asshole making cracks.
“Maybe under your floorboards?” I offer.
Only Rossi reacts, only he laughs, before leaning over the table some, “You’re not getting more money.”
“Then you’re not getting more of my services.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning you might as well buy a burial plot for Ms. Todd with the money you’re not paying me.”
“So you know where she is?” Rossi questions as if he already knows I do.
I’m a cop, I’ve played that trick before, so there’s no way I’m falling for it. “I didn’t say that.”
“But if I don’t pay…”
“Then you’re on your own.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Rossi smiles, “I didn’t hire him but rumor’s that Aaron Hotchner is on the case.”
I give a snort, “I know.” This time I’m the one showing no concern as I get up from the table with a smirk.
“Remind me again why I shouldn’t just kill you outright.”
“Because I’m a hero officer of the law,” I reply with a slight smile, “and you’re smarter than that. Almost smart enough to just pay what I ask.” Even as I go to leave I know this isn’t the end, that Rossi’ll probably send some half-wit goon after me to try and kick my ass so he can reassert his dominance or whatever. It’s not gonna happen though, that goon’ll never be seen again. I’m halfway out the club when I spot him. The Buddy Holly kid from Hotch’s car. It’s too perfect to resist.
***
He must not have seen me coming because when I go to sit across from him Buddy Holly's eyes go wide and he nearly spills his drink. “Are you scared?” I ask teasingly as I give him a wicked smirk so he knows how fucked he’s about to be.
He knows. “Um…uh…no?” He’s gotta know.
“You should be.”
“Wh-why Officer Foyet?”
I wonder if he’ll end up pissing himself? I lean in on him some, he leans back and fixes his glasses a little trying to act casual. “So, what’s your name, again?”
“Dr Spencer Reid.”
“Doctor?”
“PhDs. Three of them.”
Nerd. Bet he's never been laid in his life...and never will be either. “You following Rossi?” I ask.
“Maybe.”
“You are,” I smirk a little, glance back at Rossi’s table a moment, then turn back to the thin nerd in glasses and Chucks before me with my decision made. “We’re taking a walk.”
“I’d rather not.”
I smile at him a moment then stand and go around to grab his neck hard. “It wasn’t an offer,” I growl in his ear before lifting him from the chair and virtually dragging him out the back of the club.
I have to admit I’m surprised to see he’s packing…too bad for him he’s clueless as to how to use it and it’s mine all of two minutes after I spot it. He tries fighting back but I’ve got years of experience and fifty pounds (at the very least) on him. I’ve also got my favorite knife - another “gift” from some sap I killed on the job - which I use just enough to put the scrawny fuck down on his knees. I leave him bloody, broken, and probably with soiled pants. When I bend down to pick his glasses up off the floor he flinches. I kick him twice in the gut, the second time so hard he gets a little airborne and slams into the dumpster with a pained groan. “Two for flinching,” I crack before going past the near statue-like bouncer and head back in.
It's nothing personal. The kid just has the bad luck for being in the wrong place at the wrong time and agreeing to do the wrong thing for the wrong person. In kicking skinny Reid's skinny ass all over the back alley I can remind Rossi why he pays me, send a message to Hotch about sticking his nose in my business, and generally get my built-up aggressions out...I couldn't on the job with Morgan hounding me like he'd been.
Rossi looks up when I set Dr. Nerd’s busted up glasses in front of him but says nothing. “This is why you need to pay me more.”
“Because you can find me busted up glasses like no one else?” The mobster jokes with a small chuckle that his moronic crew joins him in until I glare up at them.
“You had a tail, courtesy of Hotchner, I just took care of it for you.” I explain before smirking, “I’ll expect my latest, increased, payment by the end of the week.” Then, having made my point, I go.
"I wasn’t strong enough to resist corruption, but I was strong enough to fight for a piece of it." ~ Joe Morse, Force of Evil
Next Section:
Detour
Previous Sections:
Nightgale's Welcome Me
On Dangerous Ground
Safe Passage
The Big Scare
The Third Man
The Stallion: Part 1
The Stallion: Part 2