Author's Note: 666 Park Avenue has brought me off my vow not to write fan fiction any longer. I finally had to start getting down some of the stories running through my head. I might put together a couple of other one shots because Gavin and Olivia kind of rule my brain right now.
Gavin Doran placed the mask in the safe before closing and locking it. Every nerve in his body was screaming to take action as he pulled the painting back into place. Not only was something of his missing, but it was something of incredible value. Someone was trying to show him something, prove something. But who would do it, and what were they trying to prove?
As he turned from the office, Gavin had to remind himself that those were not the most important things right now. And that the most important thing was sleeping on the couch a few feet away.
Gavin stepped into the living room and looked down at Olivia's sleeping form. She was the most important thing in all of this. And right now, she was his sole priority.
Reaching down, Gavin drew the white blanket off of her and tossed it over the sofa's arm. Then he carefully lifted his wife's sleeping form into his arms.
Olivia stirred at the sudden movement as her body left the sofa and was pressed against his warm body. Her blue-gray eyes flickered open, looking up at him.
"What's happening?" She murmured sleepily, curling into his chest.
"Bedtime." Gavin told her. "You can't sleep on the sofa all night. Especially in that dress."
The reminder that she had been sleeping in a $5,000 dress seemed to perk Olivia up. She blinked and turned her head gently as she tried to shake off the drug's effect. Gavin's lips set into a tight line as he thought about that particular detail.
She had been drugged-taken. And they were both lucky she was unharmed. When he did find out who the party responsible was…..
Patience. Now was not the time.
He carried across the penthouse and into the lavish master bedroom where he gently laid her down on their bed. Flipping on the light on her nightstand, he studied her carefully for a moment.
Olivia seemed immediately inclined to curl into the pillows and fall back asleep, but something (Gavin suspected it was one glittering diamond earring cutting into her neck) caused her to come back.
She pushed herself carefully into a sitting position with one arm and reached down and removed her shoes. She took them in her left hand and rose slowly to her feet. Immediately, her eyes pressed closed and one hand flew to her head. Gavin took hold of her upper arms, steading her.
"Are you all right?" Olivia nodded, still not opening her eyes.
"Fine. It's just my head."
"I know." Gavin murmured, kissing her cheek gently. "Come on. Let's get you to bed."
He followed her into the dressing room/closet combination and unzipped the back of her dress. Gavin hung the dress carefully while Olivia pulled on a black satin nightgown before sitting down at her dressing table to remove her jewelry.
Gavin watched as his wife did something she never did and randomly discarded her jewelry in a pile on the table rather than gather it back into its respective boxes. Then she stopped and rested her head in both hands.
"Darling," Gavin ran his hands down the smooth skin of her shoulders.
"My head is killing me." She whined.
"I know." Gavin slid his fingers up to begin removing the bobby pins holding her hair up. Most of the elaborate style was down already from the night's ordeal, but the remaining pins slipped out easily. Gavin ran his fingers through her hair, kneading her scalp gently.
"Come on." He took her arm, pulling her up slowly. "Time for bed."
Olivia let him guide her back to the bedroom and tucked her beneath the expensive, high thread count sheets.
"Go to sleep." He leaned down, kissing her lips lightly.
"Are you coming to bed?" Olivia reached out and took his hands, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
"In just a moment." He assured her. Olivia nodded, running her hand over his cheek.
"Put my jewelry away for me?"
"Of course, darling." Gavin kissed her cheek once more before returning to the dressing room. He carefully laid each piece of jewelry into their boxes and tucked them back in place in the safe. Then he began removing his own tuxedo.
Twenty minutes later, he returned to the bedroom, wearing only a white undershirt and blue Egyptian cotton pajama pants.
Olivia was asleep on her back. Her head was falling to the left, and was oddly pillowed in the palm of her hand. Gavin switched off the lamp and crawled into bed beside her.
He reached over and gently moved her hand, letting her head fall back against her pillow. Olivia opened her eyes and instantly slid across the sheets to him.
Gavin wrapped his arms around her. Olivia buried her face into his chest, her hands grabbing a hold of his t-shirt.
"Was I sleeping?" She murmured sleepily.
"Yes," Gavin whispered, kissing her forehead, "as you still should be."
"How much did I drink?"
"We'll worry about it in the morning." Gavin's lips brushed over the top of her head. "Go back to sleep."
The subject didn't incite an argument. Olivia snuggled into him and Gavin felt her breathing regulate against his chest.
Anger coursed through his veins again. Olivia had not only been out of his sight, but in the hands of another who was obviously more than willing to harm her. He'd looked her over earlier as she dozed on the sofa, but now he did it briefly again. But there were still no bumps, bruises or cuts. Other than the headache, she was perfectly fine.
Although tomorrow morning, when the effects of the drug wore off, she was going to raise some questions he only had a few short hours to find answers to.
Gavin again had to fight the desire to get up and take immediate action. But for now, he reminded himself Olivia did not need to wake up alone. And in the event the drug had some other side effect he didn't know about, she would most certainly need him then.
Olivia stirred in his arms and Gavin immediately realized he was holding on to her far tighter than usual. He released his hold, waiting for Olivia to wake up and question. But she didn't. She simply nuzzled her face against his chest, leaving a faint streak of makeup, and let her arm fall over his side before she remained still again.
Gavin closed his eyes and let his cheek rest against her head. But it was a long time before sleep finally came to him.
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