B/D and J/S. Bobby and Danni's relationship continues to grow as their world is turned upside down by a huge case. Innocent men are being killed on the street in cold blood and the FBI needs to find the culprit before it's too late. Danni's parents and an old friend of Bobby have come into the picture as the case heats up. Jack and Sue's relationship heats up as well. Character death. PG-17
The night was still young as they danced to the beautiful ballad that reached their ears. Their eyes were forever connected as they let their bodies sway in tune with the music. Love was in the air, tonight and this romantic, Italian bistro was the perfect setting for their one-year anniversary. It was the same bistro where they'd had their first real date and they made sure everything was the same.
The gorgeous red dress she had worn that night still fit her like a glove and his same suit still looked brand new. The only noticeable difference was her hair. One year ago, she had decided to cut it all off and give herself a bit of a change. It was said that when a dramatic change happens in a woman's life, they usually changed her hair. She supposed that was true because she had done just that. She missed her long locks, but she loved the weightless feeling she now had. No longer would she have to complain about rolling over on her hair while she was sleeping and she liked that idea.
But, that feathery feeling also could have come from the look in his eyes. Every time she would look into those stormy-blue orbs, a new sense of courage always flooded through her. The man standing before her was that bravery. He was her life force and her love. He was the man she was meant to be with; her true love.
He felt the same about her, she knew. She certainly was special to him in so many ways. She only had to look at his dimpled smile to know that he was thinking about her. She was the one who brought him out of the rut he'd been in a year ago. His girlfriend of two years, Darcy, had left him to pursue a career opportunity and left him in the shadows. But, if it wasn't for that, he never would have had the audacity to ask Danni out.
He now knew that Darcy hadn't been the girl for him, after all. He'd loved her unconditionally and she basically threw it back in his face without hinder. Her job was her life; he never could have competed with that and he never wanted to. That was why Bobby loved Danni so.
She loved her job as a DC Detective, but it wasn't her life. She had friends and family she cared about more than her own job and sometimes her own life. She'd do whatever it took to keep them safe before she worried about her own life. She was a good person, whether or not her past was littered with dark shadows. Everyone has something that they're ashamed of; it just showed that she was human.
With a content sigh, she nestled her head in the crook of his neck as they danced even closer than before. She breathed deep, letting the scent of his cologne tickle her senses. She felt him shiver as the air she exhaled gently caressed his neck and sent the rest of his thoughts into a haze. Only one thing seemed to pick at him at this point and his hands began to gently roam her body so she would get the picture.
She didn't need much incentive after his lips carefully grazed the soft flesh of her neck. It was all she needed for her hormones to go into overdrive. Now was a good time to call an end to this date.
With their busy schedules running their lives, there were hardly any opportunities for them to express their love. It was rare when they would even be able to sit down and talk, so a date was usually out of the question. It was nice to for them to just have some alone time.
When they were outside of the restaurant, they only took a few steps before her took her in his arms and ravaged her lips with his own. He backed her up, until she rested against the cool brick of the building. Their lips were still intertwined as his hand sensuously rode up her thigh and underneath her skirt where he kneaded her flesh. She panted heavily as his lips left hers and trailed kisses to the sweet spot on her neck. A loud moan escaped her as he nibbled at that spot. She felt like she was in heaven. He knew every spot to touch and caress to make her go crazy and he was willing to send her mind into a tailspin. Unfortunately, she would melt in his arms if he continued.
"Bobby," she groaned as his free hand slid from her waist and traveled upward. Her legs felt like jelly and she was afraid they would give out on her if he didn't support her in some way. Her wish was granted as his hand rested upon her rump to keep her at the right level.
Her body burned with a white-hot desire that only he could extinguish, but she didn't want the fire to be put out just yet. She didn't care where they were, she just wanted more of him. She moaned loudly again as his moist tongue slowly danced lower, until it reached the neckline of her dress. She didn't think it was possible, but her flesh became even hotter.
Her eyes closed as his lips glided over her hot skin and found their way back to her lips. They'd wanted to stay open, but the feelings rushing through her made them close as another moan escaped her. But, as it crossed her lips, everything seemed to change.
His touch soon turned rough as his kisses became forceful. She felt his fingernails dig into her back, which made her howl out in pain. "Bobby, that hurts," she whined as she pulled only a few centimeters away to look him in the eye. He wouldn't stop, though; he pressed on, making sure to cover her lips with his own. "Stop," she whimpered as she tried to grasp onto his shoulders for leverage. His fingers traveled lower and his nails dug ever deeper into her thighs. "Stop!" She yelled as she thrust him off of her with one good shove.
Her eyes widened when she saw, not Bobby, but Jessup. His ugly, mangled face she had seen from the pre-op pictures was staring back at her through slotted eyes. She wanted to cry out for Bobby to save her, but he wouldn't hear her. She was having a nightmare, which meant he wouldn't come to her rescue.
"What's wrong, Danni? Are bad dreams keeping you up at night?" He asked, his horrible voice vexing her mind. He gave a deep chuckle as she shrank as far down to the ground as she could. Tears gushed down her face in fear as he loomed over her and became ready to attack.
"Please, don't," she pleaded as she stared into his ugly brown eyes. She wanted to pull away, but she couldn't. There was something in is stare that forced her to look at him.
She blinked once and the streets, the bistro, everything around them disappeared to reveal her bedroom. But, a shadow still hovered above her. It was familiar, not like Jessup's silhouette. She tried to take deep breaths and push the man off of her as he grabbed for her arms. Where was Bobby when she needed him the most?
"Danni," said a frustrated voice, "relax." But, she couldn't relax; she couldn't let him take control over her. She wriggled her legs out of the tangled mess of her covers and kicked him in the stomach. She heard a loud "oof" and felt him tumble onto the other side of her bed. "What was that for?" he asked, with a strain to his voice as he struggled to breathe.
Her eyes went wide as she finally recognized his voice, though the accent should have given it all away. "Bobby?" She felt so bad, now that she realized who he was.
"Who else would it be?"
She quickly turned on the light to find her boyfriend clutching his stomach and writhing in pain. "Oh, I am so sorry!" she exclaimed as she moved over to his side of the bed. "Are you okay?"
He took a few shallow breaths to ease the pain before he nodded. "I'll live." He let out a soft chuckle as he saw her eyes fill with tears. "It's okay. I'll be fine." He thought she was crying because of what she did to him, which was partly the truth. Something inside of him, though, told him that there was something else bothering her. He winced and let out a loud hiss of pain when she clutched to his chest with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry. I was just so scared."
It was all she needed to say for him to get the picture. Both of their bodies shook from her sobs as he tried to comfort her with little reaction from her. The nightmare had struck yet again, he knew. It was the only thing that terrified her this much. If only he could help her get rid of it, their lives would be so much simpler.
"It's okay, Luv," he whispered into her ear as he wrapped his arms around her for comfort. He hugged her tight as he rubbed her back in soothing circles to shush her. He hated to see her cry. If Jessup hadn't been taken out, Bobby would have cursed him for what he did to her and probably more. No one would convict him; especially if they saw the state Danni was in when she had that nightmare.
A heavy sigh escaped him as he saw it was already past midnight. He didn't care about the time; he only cared about her well-being. If that meant staying up all night by her side, then so be it. He would go to the ends of the earth for her; that was how much he loved her. "It's okay," he whispered again as he felt her sobs lessen. The t-shirt he's worn to bed was now completely soaked through from her tears, but it didn't matter. She was his only priority, right now.
With a loud sniffle, she raised her head to look into his eyes. Her blue pools were now red to match the rest of her face, despite the tear streaks that littered her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she apologized again.
He shook his head as he gently reached up and brushed away a lone tear that was trickling down her chin. He felt her skin warm at his touch; that was a good feeling. "Don't be. I'm just happy you didn't kick me any lower. You wouldn't be the only one in tears, Luv." He gave a small smile as he heard and felt her giggle. "Now, that's what I like to hear. I hate it when you cry."
"Me too." She let out a moan of disgust as she rested her head back upon his stomach. "Ugh! I hate that stupid nightmare! I just wish I could forget what happened." She placed a soft kiss upon his torso where she had hit him before she relaxed in that spot. She felt the spot twitch under her lips from which she gave a smirk.
"Me too. We would get more sleep that way," he mumbled, but he was sure she' heard him.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I should just deal with this on my own. I shouldn't drag you into my problems. You get some sleep; I'll go curl up on the couch or something." She tried to get up, but he just held her there in protest. There was no way he was going to let her go out and lay on that uncomfortable couch. If she was scared, he wanted to still be there with her. More than once he'd found her in a ball on the bathroom floor, tears streaming down her face. He wanted her to talk about it and they certainly couldn't do that if they were in separate rooms.
"You're staying right here with me. Your problems are my problems and that's only because I love you. Sleep can wait, this can't." He placed a kiss on the top of her head as he gently ran his fingers through her hair. "So, what happened this time?" He's heard so many versions of this story that he was almost anxious to hear about it. They'd all begun differently, though the end was always the same. If only she could be strong against this adversary like she'd been with so many before and after him. But, no, he was different.
A heavy sigh escaped her lips before she sniffled again. She unconsciously played with the hem of his t-shirt as she thought of how to begin. "It was our anniversary," she started as a large smile crept to her lips. "It was the perfect re-creation of our first date. The same little restaurant and even the same clothes… it was magical." Her eyes glossed over as she imagined what their real anniversary would be like.
"It's at the end of this week, you know. Do you think that's what you're afraid of? I mean, you never exactly have a relationship last for this long before." While one hand played with her hair, the other rubbed her back for comfort. His hand had slowly traveled downward and slid underneath the thin, cotton fabric of the light pink camisole tank-top she wore. He was using the motion to comfort her, but he would be lying if he'd said he didn't enjoy this closeness. Their busy lives left little time for intimacy, but even if this was as far as they got, he would still enjoy it. Just because it wasn't sexual, doesn't mean it wasn't intimate.
She shook her head as she rolled over onto her other side so she could look up at him. His hand never budged and it now lay flat across her taut stomach. "I'm not afraid of that. I love being with you. But, what I'm afraid of, I'm not sure… I know Jessup is gone, but he just keeps haunting me. It's silly, I know, but it's like every time I fall asleep, I see his face. I can still see that horrible look in his eyes."
"He's not coming back anytime soon," he reassured her as he saw her eyes droop slightly as she nodded. Their conversation seemed to do the trick. She was relaxing, which was what she needed most.
"I know." She looked into his eyes with the most sincere expression he'd ever seen on her face. Her hand gently caressed his cheek as she leaned up and placed a light kiss upon his lips. "I love you," she said before she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
He chuckled softly as he listened to her shallow breathing. How she was able to do that was mind-boggling. Of course, exhaustion probably just kicked in and that was the end of it. "I love you too," he whispered as he reached up and turned on the lamp. Soon, he was asleep as well.