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A Quick Tryst	By : ozarkmoon Category: 1 through F > Elementary Views: 1797 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Quick Tryst
- 2-TWO
- 3-THREE
- 4-FOUR
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A QUICK TRYST - ONE
Disclaimer - I do not own nor am I making profit from these characters from the television show ‘Elementary’.
Just a little PWP to try and bust up the ice dam in my head. Hope you enjoy, as these are characters I’ve not played with before.
AQT
However Captain Thomas Gregson thought his week was going to go when he made his way into work Monday morning, what actually happened was far from anything he could have remotely imagined. There was no circling of the block to find a parking space. No crisis from the weekend shifts left to clean up. Everyone was on duty at their desks as he headed to his office. These things should have tipped him off that it was going to be an unusual week. The first time he actually wondered what was going on was when O’Rourke knocked on his door, holding onto a woman wearing dirty clothes who mumbled to herself.
“Captain, sorry to bother you, but this lady says she has information on that murder in the homeless camp last week. Insists she’ll only talk to you in private.” The officer looked a little embarrassed.
Tom Gregson studied the poor lady for a minute. What the hell, it was a good Monday and he could spare a few minutes to humor her then go about his business. “Just wait outside, O’Rourke. That’s fine.” He moved to the open door and gestured to the chair in front of his desk. “Please, ma’am, have a seat.”
“Sanchez patted her down, Captain. Didn’t find any weapons,” O’Rourke reassured him as he moved to stand right outside the door.
He knew sitting behind the desk would create distance and exert his authority, but decided to lean against the front of the desk a few feet from the woman to make her feel more at ease. “I understand you have some information that might help us solve a murder. How can we help each other?”
Almost immediately the woman’s body language changed. She sat up straighter, did not mumble and her head lifted so as to look him in the eye. “Thank you, Captain. I apologize for the ruse, but things have gone south on me and Peters told me you were trustworthy.” Slowly, her hand reached inside her shirt and pulled out a badge case.
Gregson looked out into the detective’s area, making sure no one was watching before he snatched the case from her and moved behind the desk. “How do you know Peters?” He’d not seen the man in nearly a decade, but knew who she was referring to; Paul Peters, currently head of the C.I.A. and his old college buddy.
“My agency works with his on occasion. He told me if things got bad to contact you.”
“Maybe you better start from the beginning and fill me in on things. First, who are you?” His light blue eyes locked with hers.
“Susan Fowler.”
It took almost thirty minutes for Agent Fowler to bring him up to speed. Her agency was in search of a rogue Delta Forces agent who’d gone AWOL after shooting his C.O. She and her partner had finally located his sister last week and gone undercover as a homeless couple while trying to find him in the city. That’s whose body was now in the morgue as a John Doe - her partner, John Simmons. At least the source of the unknown blood was now clear - Fowler had gotten in a few stabs at the suspect as he was murdering Simmons after recognizing him on the street. Before he could turn on her, she fled further into the homeless camp and stayed hidden over the weekend.
“Do you think he is still in the city?” he asked when she was done.
“According to my sources, yes. Several of the people in camp got a good look at him and say they saw him as late as this morning going through the soup kitchen on 57^th - probably looking for me.” Susan leaned forward and pulled out a pen. “I have three addresses for you to check - but you need to hit all three at the same time.” She started writing on the paper he handed her.
“You’re positive it was him that killed your partner?” Always make sure your witness can give a positive ID - rule one in police work.
“Yes, Captain. I know David Daniels well - like you and Peters, we are old college buddies.”
“Do you think he recognized you that night?”
“It’s hard to tell. I don’t think his attention was on me, even after I stabbed him. He may have seen my clothing, but I have changed since then.”
“I’m guessing you want to stay here while we go check these places.” She nodded. “Do you need anything - water, coffee?”
“A bottle of water would be good. Thank you.”
AQT
Less than two hours later the suspect was in custody. He’d left O’Rourke posted at his office door with orders that no one was to go in or out - for her protection. Nobody else knew who she was and Gregson was going to keep it that way until the man was arrested. When he got back to his office, she was pacing and glancing out the window into the main room.
He nodded to the officer and told him he was relieved before going into the office and stopping in front of the woman. “Daniels was at the second address - hiding in the attic,” Tom confirmed.
“Thank you,” she said quietly. Her eyes closed and a few tears slid down her cheeks as her body began to shake.
The captain recognized the signs - Agent Fowler was finally able to relax and give in to grief, no longer needing to run on adrenalin as she’d done all weekend. He pulled her over to the chair and knelt in front of her, holding out a box of tissues.
Susan wiped her eyes and smiled. “Gods, I must look a fright. Camping out all weekend on the streets and only a quick shower at the shelter this morning.”
Tom smiled back. “Actually, I was just thinking how good you looked after all that.” He was not quite sure what made him say it, but the lilting laugh she gave was appealing.
“Captain Gregson, are you being honest or just trying to get me the hell out of your office?” she teased.
“Stay here as long as you like, Agent Fowler. I rarely have such good-looking women in here.” He winked and stood up.
“Alright. I have a proposition for you then.” She got his attention and he nodded for her to continue. “I need to make a few phones calls on a secure line to report in. Then, sadly, I will have to identify John’s body. When those are done, I need a day or two of sleep to get back to normal. Do you have any plans on Wednesday for dinner?”
Jesus, he felt old and rusty at things, and a bit happy. This lovely woman had made a pass at him - if he was reading things right. “Would you like to go out to dinner with me Wednesday?”
Susan stood up and put a hand on his shoulder. “Are you a free agent, Captain?”
He nodded. “Separated for many months, divorce papers just signed.”
“I have not dated in over a year. Free agents all around.” She pulled a card out of her front pants pocket and started writing on the back. “This is my number at the Ritz-Carlton. I’m in a suite there.”
Gregson let out a low whistle. “Pretty fancy digs.”
“I told them if I had to camp out on the streets, there better be a nice place to recuperate in.” Agent Fowler smiled and gave him a wink. “It has a large shower stall with two shower heads in it.”
He did not know how to respond to that. Was she actually hinting at both of them taking a shower and everything that would entail? Later. He would think about it later when he got home to his walk-up apartment. His throat cleared. “When should I call you?” He took the card and put it in his shirt pocket.
“Maybe when you get home tomorrow night - would that be okay?” He nodded. She reached over and took her badge case off his desk. “Is there someone to take me to the morgue?”
“I can-“ he started to offer.
“While I appreciate that, maybe there is a female officer available? I fear my professional façade is going to disappear when we get there.” Her head ducked down.
The captain looked out into the office area and spied Joan Watson. She would be the perfect candidate, if she had time. “Wait here a minute. I see someone who might help. Go on and make your calls while I talk to her.”
Joan was happy to help. She and Holmes were just heading to the morgue anyway on another case. The three waited while the agent finished her phone calls and watched as she came out of the office. Introductions were made and the consulting team headed out of the detective room.
Susan held out her hand to him. “Thank you again, Captain Gregson, for all your help today.”
He took her hand in both of his. “Thank you for the information. And please, call me Thomas.”
“Alright, Thomas. I look forward to hearing from you tomorrow night.”
“It might be late. I’m on call this week and there’s no one I can trade with,” he warned.
“Lucky for you, I understand all too well how these things work.” She smiled at him.
Gregson watched as she followed the pair out of the room. Even with the layers of tattered clothes, he could tell this was a lovely, shapely woman. How the hell did he get so lucky as to have her fall in his lap? Yes, single life was decidedly looking a little better today.
AQT
Tuesday seemed like it would never end. Two murders overnight to get up to speed on. Another just as his shift was ending. And if that was not enough, someone threw a body off a roof just after 9:00 p.m. It was not quite midnight when Thomas stepped out of the shower and headed to bed. He sat in the dark and debated about calling Agent Fowler. She’d insisted an understanding of him being on call, but the poor woman needed her sleep.
At the last call, he’d run into Miss Watson. They were waiting for Holmes to finish looking on the roof and started talking. She mentioned that Agent Fowler had gone into the viewing room at the morgue alone to ID her partner’s body, then came back out and sat crying quietly for nearly an hour before leaving. This news left him preoccupied for some reason. He wasn’t sure if he should leave the lady alone to grieve or distract her with his company.
Finally he took a deep breath and scrolled through the numbers on his phone He’d programmed her hotel and cell numbers into his phone last night. They were the first new contacts entered in over a year. Delete or call; he weighed both options. Delete meant never seeing her again. Call meant that he was ready to move on with his life as a newly-single, middle-aged man. One meal out with a pretty girl was a good way to start.
It only took two rings before she answered. “With only two minutes to spare - that is cutting it close, Captain.”
He laughed. “I warned you it might be late. The bad guys have been keeping me busy all day. Hope you weren’t asleep.”
“No. I slept like a log last night. Took a nap after breakfast this morning. And another one after my massage this afternoon. I think I am about caught up on rest now.”
“Good. Do you feel up to going out for dinner tomorrow night?”
“Yes. Don’t feel you have to take me - I was rather pushy about it.” She sounded unsure of herself.
“What if I want to take you out? You wouldn’t want to shoot me down, right? Just when I’ve gotten up the courage to actually ask.”
“No, I wouldn’t do that. May I inquire? Have you dated at all since…” her voice trailed off, unsure of how to phrase it.
“You would be the first in decades, Agent Fowler.”
“Well, if we are going on a date, please call me Susan. Now, let me ease you into the world of dating in the second millennium. Have you been tested since you were last with someone? I have and I’m clean.”
He was thankful that she could not see his blush or shocked expression, but she was right. These things needed to be disclosed before they were intimate. “Yes I have, and I’m clean too.”
“Good. You’re not into anything really weird like S and M or animals, are you?”
“God, no. Are you?” This woman was certainly going to keep him on his toes.
“Nothing too odd - a little role playing, dirty talk, phone sex. Ever done any of those?”
“Maybe. Are you going to give me an example?” He did like a woman who would flirt.
“What are you wearing?” Her voice dropped a bit.
Thomas was quiet for a minute. Should he lie about his current state of undress? While deciding, he turned the tables on her. “You first.”
Susan gave a little chuckle. “I am snuggled under an electric blanket and a thick comforter, wearing a nightshirt bearing the words ’69 breakfast of champions’ on it.”
He could not help but snort at that. This woman was rather straight forward. That made things a bit easier. “I came home and took a shower. Right now I’m sitting on the bed in a towel.”
She gave a little hum of approval. “I think you need to take that towel off and crawl into bed, Thomas. While you’re doing that, tell me about the place we are going to eat.”
“Do you like Italian? I know a great little place - nothing fancy, but the best lasagna in the city. They grow their own herbs.” He hung up his towel and slid into bed.
“That sounds good. You can’t beat fresh herbs. Would I look out of place in a dress and heels?”
“No, that would be fine.”
“Good. I did want to dress up a little, considering what you first saw me wearing. Are you all settled into bed then?”
“Yes.”
“I will be ready at six, unless you call and tell me different. Now, say good night and think of me in just my nightshirt, lying here masturbating while thinking of you.”
Thomas swallowed and cleared his throat. “Not going to give me a play-by-play?”
“Only if you are up to doing the same.”
“Goodnight, Susan.”
She laughed. “Goodnight, you sexy man.” The line went dead.
For the first time in months, he had an erection that would not go away. After taking care of it, Thomas Gregson slept well.
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