- Shut Up!
By Camilla Sandman
Disclaimer: Let’s pretend they are mine!!!
Author’s Note: Esme was making a point of how always Rach seemed to say “shut up” to Frank and then kiss him. Well, I got inspired, so here ya go esme! Something a tad bit.. different… and wow, gotta be the fastest fic I've ever written. Took me what.. an hour Julia?
It was raining. Big, wet, fat drops of rain bombarded the ground. Small rivers ran through the streets, the cars functioning more like boats. People hurried here and there, seeking cover wherever possible from the pouring of the sky.
And it was gray, wet and dull day, meant to be spent indoors.
Unfortunately, Frank Holloway couldn’t. Already he was soaked, and with every passing minute, he was getting wetter. If that was possible. All the time watching his partner search frantically for the carkeys.
She had lost them. He just knew it! And so they would be stuck here, somewhere far into nowhere land, because bloody Rachel had gotten the bloody addy wrong and now she had lost the bloody carkeys. He shook his head at the sky, almost theatrically. It had started as a miserable day, and it was getting worse by the minute.
“Any luck yet?” he asked sarcastically.
“Bugger it Frank!” she snapped back at him, “shit! I can’t believe…”
“That ya lost the carkeys,” he added.
“I did NOT loose them!”
“Whatever,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.
“You are NOT being helpful here Holloway!”
“Oh, so NOW ya need my help?! But not when you’re driving and certainly not when it comes to taking directions!!!”
They stared at each other in mock anger, both soaked to the skin as more and more water fell from the sky.
“Francis James Holloway, you are the most stubborn, pig-headed…”
“Well, ya can’t admit to making a mistake, Miss Bloody Perfect Detective Senior Constable Rachel Goldstein!!!”
“SHUT UP!!” both screamed in unison, only to lock gazes to have another staring match. And they probably would have stared at each other till they turned to stone, hadn’t the clear ring of a mobile phone interrupted them.
“Yeah?!” Rachel answered it
“It’s Helen,” the familiar voice replied.
“Who gave the bloody wrong addy?!” Rachel snapped back, unwilling to let her anger go.
“Everything alright,” she asked a few seconds later, almost seeing the tension flare between the two detectives.
“Fine!” Rachel snapped, “who gave the bloody wrong addy anyway?”
“The central got it mixed up, sorry about that, and it turned out bogus anyway. You can head home if ya like..”
“Yeah.. umm.. great…” She could hear Frank snickering, and turned to give him a glare.
“Is there a problem?” Helen’s worried voice came through.
“Umm.. yeah.. we seem to have lost the carkeys…”
“We,” Frank repeated sarcastically, “yeah, *we* indeed.”
******
Their ride home was a laughing Mick, who seemed to find it very amusing. Dropping them off at Frank’s place, he drove off giggling to himself.
They stood in the doorway for a while, just glaring.
“This is about last night, isn’t it??!!” she snapped after a while.
“And just what makes ya think that, Rach!” he snapped back.
“I did NOT initiate a kiss!!!” she replied forcefully.
“Ya did too!!!”
“I did NOT!”
“Frank, when I initiate a kiss it will be like this!” and with that she pulled his mouth to hers so fast he had no chance of reacting in anyway before she had pulled back again, leaving him dazzled.
“*That’s* initiating a kiss!” she snapped, and practically ran away.
He reached her before she had gotten too far, grabbing her arm.
“What the hell is the matter with ya?!” he inquired.
“Let me go, Frank,” she hissed, but he held her just as firmly.
“What the hell is the matter with ya?!” she shot back a few seconds later, when he still refused to let go.
“*I* asked first!”
“Yeah, well… well… I… You shouldn’t have kissed me!”
“And what the hell was that just in the doorway??!!”
“That was a demonstration! It had absolutely nothing…”
“Shut up Rach.. you’re full of crap!” She blinked.
“What?? Frank, you have the nerve talking…” she began, but got cut off.
”Rach, shut up!! Just shut up!!!!”
”Frank…” she stuttered, staring confused at him.
“SHUT UP!!!” he screamed, and she backed away a bit, scared by the intensity of his gaze. And then the anger turned to something else. . His eyes got a bit cloudy, and she felt her breath grow more rapid. He couldn’t possibly…
“Don’t be a fool, Rachel Goldstein,” she thought to herself firmly, but she kept backing away, until she hit something hard. The car. She had nowhere left to back to. And he was advancing.
“Frank...” she warned.
“I told you to shut up,” he said with a glimmer in his eyes. And then his mouth was on hers, demanding, possessive, still fueled by their argument, but first and foremost so good…
And she could feel herself respond in equal kind, and her hands were certainly didn’t seem to hesitate. It was him who finally pulled away, to gaze into her eyes.
“I can’t believe it…” he whispered
“What?”
“I finally found a way to shut ya up.”
She rolled her eyes, but let him hold her, not protesting too much as he nibbled a bit on an earlobe.
“Rach.. I don’t regret trying to kiss ya last night even if ya took a swing at me.”
“Ah, ya know how to turn a woman on, don’t ya Holloway!” she joked.
“Do you want this Rach?” he asked seriously, searching her eyes for an answer. She stiffened a bit.
“I dunno Frank.. I.. have to think…”
“Yeah, okay, so I’ll just be… home..” he said, and the flash of hurt that crossed his face almost broke her heart. As he turned to go, she called out.
”Frank?”
”Yeah?”
”Make me shut up.”
It had stopped raining. But neither of them noticed as he ran up to her and tackled her to the ground.
It had stopped raining.
Fini
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