Chapter 3: Meeting Again
Chapter Three
*I felt her hand slide down my thigh, the other caressing my cheek as she smiled at me, my heart melting as we continued to stare at each other.*
*"So the decision is made, you're staying?"*
I could hear her chuckle, something I hadn't heard in years.
*Her hands were everywhere, then, they weren't on me anymore. I opened my eyes, only to be greeted by her hand on my throat, squeezing so tightly I wasn't able to push any air through as she gritted her teeth and shoved my throat and head into the bed until I blacked out.*
I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart hammering in my chest as my hands darted to my throat to see if her hands were still there. I never wanted to think about her again, she hadn't wandered into my mind for years, I had no clue why she had come back. She was the reason why I never wanted to love a woman again, never would I let someone betray me the way she had.
My phone rang, giving me relief from my thoughts as I brought it to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey try-hard, are you going to grace us with your presence today?"
I smirked, having no doubt Wynonna had thought about saying that to me all morning.
"Of course."
I hung up before she could think of another witty reply, walking over to my closet to see what I should wear today.
I walked out in brown boots, black skinny jeans, and a maroon sweater, running my hand through my hair to get it just right before I grabbed my gun, gloves, and coat, heading out the door.
"Look who finally decided to show up today, the only one that found a lead."
Wynonna turned around in her chair, greeting me with a sarcastic smile. Dolls looked at Wynonna before clearing his throat, fully addressing me.
"Yes, you were the only one to obtain information. So, we have to hold off until we have more info on the situation. We still have time before the gathering, so that shouldn't be a problem."
I nodded, leaning back against a desk, crossing my arms over my chest. "Well, what are we doing then?"
Before anyone else could answer me, Wynonna shot out of her chair, almost tipping it over in the process.
"You, try-hard, are going with me to my favorite meeting place, seeing the locals. You all are welcome too, but you, try-hard, are required."
"Wynonna that's a god awful nickname, please don't use it."
"Listen try-hard, I don't make the rules."
She gave me a friendly smirk to show me she was only kidding, opening the office door, waiting for me to exit with her.
I followed her closely as we walked across the street, noticing quite a few cars parked in front of the building we were heading towards. She stopped in front of the doors, a smirk evident as she pulled open the door to reveal a bar filled with patrons.
"This, Lyons, is the heart of Purgatory."
"If this is the heart, this town really is a shit hole."
"You're not wrong."
I chuckled and stepped into the bar, the conversations people were having filling my ears as Wynonna pulled me towards the bar. People began to take notice and stare at us, no doubt questioning why Wynonna was with me.
I knew some people in this bar had to be revenants, but telling who they were from the civilians was near impossible.
"What are you drinking?" The bartender asked, eyeing me up and down slowly before his eyes came to a rest on my chest.
I felt Wynonna push her body against the bar, pulling his attention away from me.
"A whiskey for me."
She drank the whiskey in one shot before I could even tell the bartender my order, catching me off guard.
"Are you trying to impress me?"
"Oh please, I'm sure it doesn't take much."
I laughed at that as the bartender slid me the water I had ordered, Wynonna grimacing next to me as Waverly and Dolls came into view.
"You're such a try-hard."
"Someones gotta be on their toes, Wynonna."
She ignored my comment, moving to stand next to the pool table with Dolls and Waverly. There was already two men playing, so I really wasn't sure why we were standing there. Waverly moved to stand next to me, placing her lips near my ear so that I could hear her over the music and conversations.
"Most of the people here have been here for generations and generations. Once you're in Purgatory, you rarely leave."
"Well, once my assignment is up, I'll be one of the few to leave"
I watched as Waverly seemed saddened by my words, frowning slightly as she looked down at the floor. "Who knows how long that will be though." She remarked, trying to make the situation seem brighter.
My ears were alerted as the two men at the pool table began to argue about the other changing their shot, accusing the other of cheating. They continued to argue, raising their voices until they were almost screaming at each other.
I watched as one shoved the other, rolling my eyes because they were going to resort to violence to resolve the argument.
Wynonna stepped towards them, raising her arms to catch their attention.
"Gentlemen, there's more important things to argue about than this; like the current state of the economy."
I chuckled at her comment, one of the men glaring at me.
"What are you laughing at, you abomination."
"Hey shit-face, I was speaking to you, not try-hard over there." Wynonna stepped in, glaring at the man that had spoken to me.
They began to argue back and fourth, insults being thrown everywhere before the men began to shove and hit each other again. I glanced at Wynonna before I rolled my eyes, realizing I needed to be the one to stop them.
"Boys, let's just settle down."
"We didn't ask you."
"I don't give a shit who you asked, act your age."
I was actually able to pinpoint the moment anger began to fill the mens' eyes, quickly realizing it was about to turn physical towards me. I began to size up both men, pinpointing all of their weaknesses before they had even made a move towards me.
They both looked at the other before the one with the pool cue moved towards me, drawing the stick back to hit me with it. I Immediately braced myself for the impact, this not being the first time I was hit with a pool cue. That's another story.
Before the pool cue could sore through the air to where I could catch it, another hand shot out and stopped it in mid air, the man's face filling with surprise.
"I really don't think you should strike a federal agent, Mr. Smith. That's some serious prison time."
I knew her voice before I looked over at her wearing her uniform. I had no clue she had even come in here.
The two men turned white, watching as Nicole reached behind her to pull out her handcuffs.
"Do yourselves a favor and turn around, facing the pool table. Spread your legs apart, hands behind your backs, bent slightly. Do not give me anymore trouble, gentlemen."
I couldn't help but be turned on as she handcuffed both of the men and escorted them across the street to the jail, leaving me speechless while hot and bothered.
"Looks like you have someone here that likes you." Dolls remarked, smirking as he walked past me, leaving the bar.
*Later that day*
Dolls and myself were the only ones occupying the BBD office, looking over old files and case reports. I heard Dolls yawn and stand, stretching his body before looking down at me.
"I'm going to head back, you should too, Lyons." The agent stated, grabbing his jacket before shutting the door behind him, leaving me alone. I sighed and stood, following the path he had just taken.
I closed and locked the office door behind me, dropping the keys into my coat pocket as I turned to leave, but was stopped.
Nicole was still at her desk, pouring over a report with only her desk light on. There seemed to be a glow about her that drew me to her, my eyes not able to move anywhere else but towards her.
I watched quietly as she sighed and ran her hand over her cheek in frustration, my mouth turning into a small smile as I cocked my head to study her further. She grabbed her pen and wrote a few more things onto the report, smiling with the work she had done.
"You know, that could wait until tomorrow." I finally spoke up, causing her to jump, her hand instinctively landing on her gun. She relaxed once her brain registered it was me, smiling at me softly.
"Gosh Lyons, you're really quiet." She said with a laugh, her eyes not leaving me. Her computer beeped, drawing her attention away from me.
"Rose."
She looked at me confused, slightly distracted. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"
"Rose." I said again, not able to say much more than that. I wasn't sure why I was telling her, it was just something my damn mouth had decided to do without consulting my brain first.
I watched as Nicole smiled and stood from her chair, walking over to me, her boots making soft thumps on the linoleum.
"Rose Lyons, it's very nice to meet you, I'm Nicole Haught." She extended her hands towards me, causing my cheeks to redden as I remembered that only a few days ago we had done this for the first time.
I took her hand in mine again, shaking it firmly as our eyes never broke eye contact. I felt calm, at ease even. But, I also kept in the back of my mind that I wouldn't be staying here long enough to keep a relationship with her.
"Well I have to go, have a good night, Nicole."
"You as well, Rose."
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