Pop Tart Caper
Six weeks later...
It had been six weeks. Six weeks since the incident on the island, six weeks since they had found Lisa, six weeks since Gotham and she hadn't heard a word from him. She had only been in the hospital a few days before it was deemed okay for her to go home. She had indeed suffered a rather bad concussion along with a sprained wrist, and various cuts, bruises and in need of a few stitches yet again. Her uncle was no more, Gotham was far behind her and she had even made amends with Bruce. Her business had started to pick up thanks to the arrival of Ellie and with Abby's help and she finally had started to make peace with not only her past but also with her ability. All was well at least it should be and yet she hadn't seen him. When Bruce had evacuated them from the island she was sent to the hospital and both Leonard and Lisa had disappeared. She had assumed it was because of their criminal record but that time had come and gone. Still no word, nothing. He was gone from her life once again. Abby had gone out of her way trying to make her feel better. Finally she had had enough and had told Abby to stop hovering. She had been left in peace since then for the most part. Still she was checked on throughout the day not only by Abby but also Bruce, Oliver and even Barry.
She had just come back from her office where it had been raining once again and made her way up the stairs to the apartment. It had been her first day there since all of this had begun. She looked down her hallway and found the door to her neighbors. When she had returned from the hospital Jordan was gone, his apartment lay empty until about a week ago when someone had mysteriously moved in. She still hadn't met them but figured she would eventually.
She reached her door, unlocked it and slipped inside. Closing her door behind her she deposited her yet wet again bag and leaned against the door closing her eyes for a moment. She enjoyed the silence even just a few seconds of it until she realized she wasn't really alone. A sense of deja vu over took her emotions. She sensed more than heard a slight shuffle coming from within her apartment and then the smell assaulted her nose. Someone was cooking in her kitchen...again. She didn't want to believe that he might actually be there but after recent events she wasn't taking any chances so she found her baseball bat and headed in. In truth she was angry with him, angry that he had left her by choice. Slowly she crept in carrying her bat and was meant with his back as he stood at her stove cooking again. She stood in the door way watching him, unsure rather to move or not. He spoke then without turning around.
"So are you going to try and hit me with that again?" She tightened her grip and briefly considered it.
"Would it do any good?" She asked as she found her voice. He finally took whatever he was cooking off the stove, turning it off and turning around to face her with a scientist didn't met his eyes. Something had changed and she wasn't sure what and it made her pause.
"Maybe." He said as he approached her quietly and slowly.
"Six weeks..." She stated.
"No word, nothing."
"Where the hell have you been?!" He was in front of her now and she had to look up to meet his eyes anger flickering in her own. He didn't answer as he reached down and took the bat from her grip and settled it against the door.
When it was clear he wasn't going to answer she asked another question or rather made a statement.
"I thought I had lost you again." Tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
"I know." He said again causing her anger to flicker.
"Is that all you can say?! I know?! If you know then why..."
"I love you."
"...did you go? What?" She asked all in one breathe. She looked at him slightly shocked, slightly curious and unsure if she had heard him correctly. "What?" She asked him again as he backed her up against the wall holding her in place with both his body and his stare.
"Do I really need to repeat it?" He started intently down at her with only a hair width between them.
"It would be nice." She was still angry and this seemed to egg him on further.
"How about I show you instead." He then bent down stealing what little space was between them with a hungry kiss. She gave in for just a minute. She had missed this, had missed him but she was still mad. She pushed at his shoulder breaking it off reluctantly.
"I'm still mad at you."
"I gathered." He added before he resumed his attack this time at her ear lobe.
"So you think that every time I get mad at you this is going to work." She didn't dare move but wasn't sure how much longer her resolve would last.
"Is it working?" He growled in her ear, pulling her close. One arm around her waist the other on the back of her head tangled in her wet hair. She shivered slightly.
"Possibly." She pushed at him again. "But I still need to hear it again." He looked at her with a slow easy smile spread on his face. Gone was the worry, darkness, and smugness. In its place was a contentment she hadn't witnessed since they were kids.
"I love you. Satisfied?"
"Well I may have to think about that one." He gave her a slight scowl which made her giggle in return.
"Is everything with you going to be this difficult?" She placed both of her arms around his neck.
"Are you saying I'm being difficult when you're the one who disappeared for six weeks?" She really wasn't letting him slid on this. He sighed and dropped his head to her shoulder before looking back up at her again.
"I'm sorry." He said honestly.
"That's it? No explanation? And you say I'm the difficult one." He rested his forehead on hers taking a deep breath before answering.
"At first I was afraid you weren't okay and I couldn't face that. Then I made the decision that I could I couldn't exists without you. So I needed to make some changes. I needed to figure things out before I came to you a different person. People change; you changed me, made me want to be better. You made me feel again and I needed to figure out a way to keep that." She continued to watch him, his eyes closed as he tightened his grip on her afraid she would disappear. He opened then and looked at her. They were so full of emotions that she badly gasped in surprise. Things that he had kept buried for years finally reached the surface. So much so that she reached up and kissed him as if it was the first time, the last time and as if it would be forever. He returned it just as forcefully and when they pulled apart they both had a hard time catching their breath, his forehead resting on hers once more.
"Just so you know both my sister and myself have moved in down the hall." She blinked back up at him in surprise and then it became clear.
"The mystery neighbor." She stated and went back in for another kiss but stopped. "Wait, those changes you were talking about? Did you do something to Jordan?" He looked at her trying to look innocent but she caught a hint of guilt. "Leo...?" She warned.
"I didn't touch him." She looked at him unconvinced. He rolled his eyes slightly. "Give me a little credit. I just strongly recommended to him that he stay away from something that's not his."
"Something not his?" She questioned in a teasing tone. "See I knew you were jealous." He scolded which caused her to giggle again. "Oh wait I forgot you don't get jealous just possessive right?" Her arms where around his neck again.
"I protect what's mine." He kissed her again, pulling her close again but yet again she pulled away and he groaned in frustration.
"So, you moved in down the hall? Why?"
"Why do you think? Besides it's mostly for Lisa since I figure I will be here most of the time." She looked up at him with a mischievous look.
"You think I'm just going to let you stay here? Just like that?"
"You don't have a choice kitten. Oh already made room in your closet."
"And when exactly did you have time to do that?"
"Today, when you were gone. Picked up some real food too and this." He said as he reached over the counter and pulled out a box of portrays. She pulled away in excitement.
"Ooo, chocolate chip cookie dough!? Those are hard to find."
"I noticed. Leave it to you to get excited over something like that." He said pointing at the box she held clutched to her chest.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She asked suspiciously.
"Just that most girls are happy with candy and flowers. You, you want a box of two seventy five fake fruit covered in sugar wrapped in foil."
"There are over a hundred different flavors out there. Someone needs to try them all." He took the box from her hand and placed them back up on the counter. He pulled her into his arms once more and looked down at her with a serious look.
"I'm sorry. I should have come to see you sooner. I couldn't bear not being with you, so I needed to be sure that I never had to leave you again." She lay her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat, a heart that beat for her, and wrapped her arms around him. He returned the hug feeling completely content for the first time ever.
"I'm never leaving you again either." She whispered as she looked up at him. He kissed her once more this time more gentle and when she pulled away he spoke.
"You know I told you that I love you and I know you know that you love me too but you haven't actually said it yourself."
"Oh, so you're keeping score now?" She asked teasing him. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow which made her laugh. "Oh alright, I love you too." He smiled down at her.
"I know, but there are a few things you need to know about me." She looked at him with concern. "Don't look so worried. I just need you to be aware that I have never been considered a good guy. I'm a thief and always will be. I have hurt people before but I can promise that I will never hurt you. Because of you, you helped me become a human being again. I can promise you that I will try to be better but I can't promise you it will be easy."
"Nothing worth anything is ever easy and I love you dispute all of what you are." He smiled down at her with an easy smile.
"I really don't deserve you." She placed her hands on either side of his face and really looked into his eyes.
"Let me be the judge of that my love. Let me show you just how much you deserve.
The next morning she stood at her stove cooking eggs in a frying pan. A smile on her lips that just wouldn't go away. She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she jumped slightly as a pair of arms came around her taking the frying pan handle with one hand and her utensil with the other.
"Carefully sweetheart or you'll burn us down." Leo whispered in her ear as he kissed it slightly. She felt her face grow warm with embarrassment.
"I thought I would give cooking a try."
"Not your best talent kitten so let's try something you're good at." He teased her as he took her by the waist and moved her down the counter and opened the cupboard above them. Inside was multiple boxes of portrays in multiple flavored. She gasped.
"Where did they all come from?" She then looked down at the newspaper in front of her. The headline read "Pop Tart Caper strikes again." She scanned the article that stated several convenience stores had several shipments of pop tarts gone missing. At that time there were no suspects. She wanted to laugh but didn't think she should. She felt his guilt suddenly and looked up at him. His face said it all. She burst out laughing to the point that tears were running down her face. He looked back at her and crossed his arms.
"It's not that funny McAllister."
"You're the Pop Tart Caper?"
"Well me and Mick." She laughed even harder. "I had to promise him some in return."
"Oh Leo." She said as her laughter died down. "No one has stolen pop tarts for me before."
"It was supposed to be romantic." She went to him and put her arms around his neck.
"It was and I love you for it but you don't need to steal anything for me. You already have me."
"The only thing worth stealing away was you."
"You didn't really have to try that hard in the beginning." He smiled down at her. It was an easy smile that meant his eyes. Something she was not use to seeing.
"But that was half the fun and kidnapping you was one of the best bad decisions I ever made. And if I had to do it all over again I'm not sure I would change a thing."
"Not even the black eye I gave you?" She asked touching the area it had once been.
"Not even then." He kissed her yet again with just as much passion and possession as the night before.
"We have about an hour before my sister gets here." He said to her after he pulled away leaving her with that all too familiar feeling running through her body. She blinked up at him in slight concussion.
"What?" She questioned slightly.
"My sister. She is so excited about getting a new member added to our family that I had to threaten her to stay away. Until at least the first twelve hours, so that gives us only an hour before she comes knocking on our door.
"I would suggest a lock but if she is anything like her big brother that won't keep her out long."
"Nope, so less talking and get over here." He demanded as he pulled her closer and she went willingly back into the bedroom. She knew from that moment on things would be different, better. For she had finally gotten her true family back.
A/N So seriously I cried as I wrote this. These two have been through so much that they truly deserve a happy ending don't you think. And any Pop Tart references was deeply researched because we all suffer for our craft right? Lol. Thank you to those who have read, reviewed, favored and followed. It kept me encouraged. I dedicate this story to two of my constant reviewer's coffeetablewriter and resistingmoonlight. Thank you for continuing to encourage me. And don't worry I'm not done with these characters just yet. Soon to come is a shot Christmas story so stay tuned and thanks...Anna