A/N: This is a follow up story to my first FF "It's a Second Chance." It might help to read that story before you start this one, but not mandatory. I have tried to provide the necessary backstory in this story as well. If you chose not to and get confused, feel free to private message me with questions and I will do my best to answer them. I am not sure I like the way this is coming out...seems a little trite, but let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: Although I love Flashpoint, I sadly own nothing related to hit.
Knowing Where You Need To Be
Spike rolled over and looked at the petite woman lying next to him. Her disheveled, strawberry blonde hair was splashed across the pillow. He gazed at her face looking at the scar on her forehead that was nearly healed and the one on her lip that was just beginning to heal. The bruises that darkened her cheek had started to fade. The memory of the events over the last week were still etched in his mind.
He had been kidnapped, along with Natalie Braddock, by a former member of the SRU, TJ Ward, who had a grudge against detective Anisa McConnell. With a bomb strapped to his chest and paralytic drugs coursing through his veins, he was powerless to help Anisa rescue Natalie and himself from death. Somehow she had managed to accomplish this, although she was nearly paralyzed in the process. Following the incident, Ward had been taken into custody.
Two days after Anisa had been released from the hospital, Spike returned to work. After shift Spike learned that Ward had escaped custody and was at large in Toronto. Spike tried and failed to reach Anisa and knew that Ward was going to try to finish what he had started. When Spike arrived at her apartment, he saw that Ward had Anisa at gunpoint. It took every ounce of courage and restraint that he had to maintain his composure to get her to safety. He managed to do this and kill Ward in the process. Anisa had sustained a couple of broken ribs and some cuts and bruises, but nothing life threatening.
Lying there in the bed, Spike remembered the first time he professed his love to her...he was tied to chair with a bomb strapped to his chest. He recognized that it was not an ideal time for such a revelation. She had responded by showing her love for him by risking her life to save him. Spike wasn't sure what the future held for him but he hoped that it would include her.
She began to stir and he smiled as she opened her eyes.
"Hey you," she greeted sleepily.
"Hey yourself," he smiled back at her.
"What ya doing?" she asked.
"Just counting your freckles...keep still I lost count," he joked. He knew that she hated her freckles, but he loved them. She chuckled at him and winced from the pain in her ribs.
"You OK?" He asked with concern in his voice. "You have to be careful."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just quit making me laugh," she said.
"That's gonna be tough because that is what I do," answered Spike. "Maybe I can try something new." He leaned down and kissed her gently.
"Mmm..." she nuzzled against his neck. "I like that change of pace." She brought her lips back to his for a deeper kiss. Spike responded by gently running his hand through her hair and holding her head in place.
As they separated, their breath ragged, Spike said, "We gotta stop, 'Nis. I wanna make love to you more than anything in this world, but with your broken ribs, it'll be too painful."
"Mike, I'll be fine, I promise. Please." she begged.
"Babe, I can't...I won't. I want our first time to be amazing … with absolutely NO pain!" Spike said forcefully.
Anisa groaned in annoyance and sunk back into the pillow. She knew he was right and she wanted the same thing. But, she had never felt this way about anyone before...not even her late husband, Sean. He had been her first love, but they had been young. She knew that if he were still alive that they would have still been together and still in love, but he was gone. He had been dead for nearly 5 years now. The way she felt about Spike was different...deeper somehow. They were connected not just in their hearts, but in their souls.
"I'll make some coffee," said Spike kissing her lightly on the nose before getting out of bed and heading into the kitchen.
Anisa let out a sigh and slowly rolled out of bed. Her ribs didn't feel as bad they had the day before... that 's a good sign. When she entered the kitchen, she smelled coffee and saw that Spike had started making bacon and eggs. She stared at him in his shorts and T-shirt with a myriad of thoughts running through her head. She involuntarily shook her head to rid it of the thoughts that were creeping into her mind.
"Mmmm...bacon! You know, I love it when you make bacon," she said wrapping her arms around his waist from behind.
"I'm Italian...we believe that food is the answer to everything," Spike said with a smile. Anisa poured herself some coffee and helped Spike with breakfast and then sat down to eat.
"So, I'll take you to your doctor's appointment at 11:00. Then, we can do whatever you want," said Spike.
"Don't you have to go back to work?"
"Sarge told me to take as much time as I need. This time I am going to make sure you are OK before I head back to work." Spike put his hand up as a signal for her to not protest.
"OK, Officer Scarlatti. How about I take you to lunch after the appointment?"
"Deal!" Spike answered with a smile.
Spike took Anisa's hand in his as they left the doctor's office.
"How about burgers for lunch?" suggested Anisa.
"Sounds good," agreed Spike. "Jackson's?" he suggested knowing that was one of her favorites.
Once settled into a booth, Spike and Anisa ordered their burgers... a bacon guacamole burger for her, of course.
As they were eating, Anisa said, "Tell me about your Dad."
Spike took a deep breath then exhaled slowly... where to start, "He is a first generation Italian. Came here for a better life, more opportunities for his family. Got a job as a civil servant. He was the hardest working person I know." He got very quiet and seemed to drift away into his own world.
Anisa touched his hand, "Mike, I'm sorry. You don't have to talk about it."
"That's OK... It's just that he's not crazy about me being a cop. He used to be so proud of me... always bragging to his friends about me winning some award or another. That all changed when I joined the academy. He thought I was wasting my life and putting myself at risk unnecessarily. And now he is sick and there is nothing I can do to make him better. He wants me to leave my job, but I can't, you know. So he won't talk to me." They got quiet, neither knowing what to say.
"Tell me about your parents," said Spike changing the subject in an attempt to lighten the mood.
She told him about her father the businessman who was gregarious and charming. Then talked about her mother who was generous of heart and free spirited. He smiled at the love in her voice when she spoke about them. He knew they had been killed in the attacks on 9/11 and that event had shaped the rest of her life.
"My parents would have loved you," she said wistfully.
Spike smiled shyly, "Why?"
"My dad would have admired your intelligence. He loved reading and would have loved to talk to you about books and then engage you in discussions of history. My mom would have appreciated your sense of humor and playfulness. She was a kid at heart...used to drive my dad crazy...especially the time she taught me how to shoot a pea across the room off of a spoon. We were at a restaurant and dad, who was always very proper, was not amused." Anisa chuckled at the image and then winced slightly at the pain from her ribs.
Anisa got quiet and stared out the window reminiscing. Spike was a afraid that she was becoming melancholy so he reached across the table and took her hand gently rubbing his finger across her knuckles. She smiled at him lifting his hand to her lips kissing his fingers.
Spike said, "You know my mother wants you to come for supper on Sunday." Anisa smiled at the memory of the small Italian woman who had come to visit her in the hospital. She nodded, but then looked down at the coffee cup in her hand.
"I think that maybe I should wait a few weeks until at least some of the scars on my face have healed. I want your dad to like me, and I don't want my face to be a constant reminder of our jobs and the danger associated with them. What do you think?" Spike nodded.
As they finished up, Anisa paid the bill despite Spike's protestations, they climbed into the car and headed back to Anisa's apartment. It was late afternoon when there was a knock on the door and they were both on alert since they were not expecting anyone. Spike saw that it was Anisa's neighbor, Mrs. Cleary, and opened the door to let her in.
Mrs. Cleary gave Spike a big hug when she entered and whispered, "Thank you," in his ear. He just smiled and nodded. The older woman walked over to Anisa who had risen to greet her and hugged her gently. Then she kissed Anisa on each cheek then blessed herself.
"I was so worried," was all she said with despair evident in her voice. "I'm so sorry."
"Mrs. Cleary, it was not your fault. Ward tricked you. And I am OK … so is Mike," said Anisa reassuringly.
Spike emerged from the kitchen carrying tea for all. They visited for a little while then Mrs. Cleary returned to her apartment next door.
As Spike was cleaning up the tea cups, Anisa said, "Mike, you should go home tonight. See your family."
"No," was his answer.
"Really, Mike! You heard the doctor, I'm healing fast and have been cleared to drive. I will be cleared for light duty work in a couple of weeks - maybe less. When was the last time you were home?"
"I went by the other day to get some clothes," Spike answered, wanting the subject over.
"You should go home, have dinner with your parents and go to work tomorrow!" she said a little more forcefully this time.
In a calm voice, he replied as if it was not open for discussion, "I am going to stay with you until you are healed." Spike left the kitchen and sat on the couch.
"Oh my gosh! Are you kidding me? You are planning to stay here and stare at me for the next two weeks?" she was exasperated.
"Doesn't seem like a bad view to me," he smirked.
Anisa was starting to get angry, "If you keep this up, you may need to request hazard pay for this duty!" She stormed into her room and slammed the door. She couldn't believe how unreasonable he was being.
"Welcome back, Sparky," Spike mumbled under his breath knowing that she hated that nickname. Her partner, Ryan Lambert, had given it to her when she lost her temper.
Anisa was fuming. She was an adult and didn't need to be babysat 24/7 even if it was by the man she loved. She laid down on her bed and covered her eyes with her arm. She knew he was worried about her, but she was fine. The doctor even said she was healing quickly. What was his problem, why was he being so stubborn about this? Then it dawned on her that it was guilt that was driving his behavior. The last time he left her alone and went to work, TJ Ward had broken into her apartment and attempted to kill her. She knew it wasn't his fault, but she didn't know how to make him believe it. She realized that she had been so concerned with her own healing that she hadn't really thought about how he was dealing with it. He had to heal, too. She needed to make this right.
Spike sat on the couch rubbing the tops of his thighs in an attempt to calm his emotions. He wanted her to understand that he would never let anything happen to her again. He knew she loved him, but she could be so pigheaded. Couldn't she see that he just wanted to take care of her … keep her safe? Yes, she is strong and independent. Those are some of the things that he loved about her. She never really needed anybody to take care of her, but people were always trying to do just that. He knew it drove her crazy. That made him chuckle which loosened the the tension. Now he was one of those annoying people. He couldn't help it, it was just his nature to protect people. He recognized that he was stifling her … trying take away her independence, her freedom. He didn't really want to do that. Spike inhaled deeply knowing that the only answer was to compromise. He rested his elbows on his knees and put his head in his hands. He tried to come up with a compromise that he could live with.
Anisa opened the bedroom door and saw Spike with his head in his hands and it made her heart ache. She walked over and sat on the coffee table in front of him. She took his hands in hers and pulled them gently away from his face.
"Mike?" she asked gently as she looked into his eyes. "I love you more than anything. I'm sorry I got angry and slammed the door. You know I love having you here and I want you to stay as long as you want to." Anisa hoped that this would give him the time that he needed to heal emotionally.
Spike offered a weak smile as he guided her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed her forehead and then said, "Listen, why don't we compromise? I will go home to Ma's cooking tonight and go to work tomorrow. You can have your space, OK?"
She looked at his face trying to see what he was thinking. She said, raising a questioning eyebrow, "Thank you. But how, exactly, is that a compromise? It seems like I am getting what I asked for."
Spike smiled and nuzzled her neck. "Your happy and that makes me happy... so we are both happy. Isn't that the point of a compromise?"
Anisa kissed his chin and said, "Have I told you lately that you are amazing? How about this...You go home get a good meal, go to work tomorrow and come back here tomorrow night? I will contact you regularly... every hour, except when I am sleeping, to let you know that I am alright."
"You make me sound crazy and obsessive...You don't need to do all that. Just stay in touch, OK? It'll make me feel better," he said with a smile.
"Copy that," said Anisa bringing her lips to his.
A/N: I hope this wasn't too fluffy.