Needing his protection

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Dominic Roman
Age: 31
6'2"
190 lbs
blonde hair
blue eyes
physically fit

Nicole Mason
Age: 28
Occupation: US Marshal for WITSEC.


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Every single lead that turned up for Nicole was a dead end...

Damnit! Dominic was good at not wanting to be found. She had started more than 2 months ago and she had finally found him...also the rumors of what he was doing followed.

Finally, FINALLY! She had secured a meeting with one of his 'people'. She was waiting at a hotel bar. They had ordered Nicole to get a room there should the meeting check out. So she did. Even though it was a big risk on her part.

She sat at the back of the bar, her back to the wall as she watched people come and go...she had been waiting over an hour and finally got a text saying the meeting was cancelled.

"Shit..." she muttered under breath.

She slammed down her phone and got up after throwing a few bills on the table and walking out. What the hell? She had been running in circles just to get to him... only to have the meeting cancelled.

The only thing to do was to go to the room she had gotten and see if she could rest up for the night, then head out in the morning. She had to remember that it wasn't only her life in danger but a witness...

Nicole knew she was tired...and for good reason? She hadn't gotten a decent night's sleep in a long time...then perhaps if she were more rested, she would've noticed someone following her to her room...
 
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He'd been busy on a lucrative contract in the Bahamas when one of his associates called and told him about the mysterious request for his assistance. In his line of business he had learned to be cautious and always maintained at least three layers of distance between himself and any possible clients. The layers were removable if necessary, and he had been burned in the past more than once that way.

Distancing himself from everyone was the best way to conduct his work and remain focused on the job at hand. This particular job had been an attractive young pop starlet receiving death-threats. His team had babysat for a week while he got to work finding the source and removing it from the equation. He pulled them out a soon as he had personally taken care of it.

He'd just stepped off the private plane when his phone rang.

"This is Dom." he listened intently for a few moments, "Set up a meet. Let me know the details, I'll go myself." He hung up.

Three weeks later he found himself sitting in a hotel bar staring at a ghost from his past. Nicole.

He'd had his suspicions about this mysterious client from the word go, which was why he decided to check it out personally. Now he was glad he had. Two years was a long time in security circles and here was his old partner, looking for him. For what exactly? Redemption? He suspected long ago she was behind the mission failure that day, but he had no proof. He watched her from across the room, trying to come to a decision.

He picked up his cell and rang his contact.

"Text her. Tell her it's off. I'll take it from here." he put the phone down. Watched her's ring. Saw the look on her face when she read the message. Watched her mouth an expletive before storming out in a mood. He smiled to himself. He was going to enjoy finding out what had Nicole so worked up.

He stood and was about to follow her when he noticed the tail she had picked up. He was good... but Dom was better. He observed cautiously as the nondescript man in a suit followed Nicole from the bar.

Curiouser and curiouser, he mused as he left the bar, keeping his new friend in sight.
 
Nicole could sense she was being followed.

It was a sense one picked up after so many years of being an agent.

Plus, trouble just seemed to follow her around lately. Why should this day be any different?

Slowly reaching in to her jacket, she let her hand rest on the butt of her gun. Even though she was told to come unarmed, she knew better than to do that. Her gun, Lucy, was part of her after all.

The elevator was already occupied by two other people when she stepped in, so she smiled and slid in near the front and 2 more people got on... an older woman and a guy. A stocky guy who looked so out of place. Pushing the 3rd flood button, Nicole waiting patiently and listened to the small whispered conversations going on.

Finally, her floor came up and Nicole made her exit, 'feeling' that she was still being watched.

Could it be some one that Dom had sent? No. Even if Dom had her followed, his men were trained a lot better than to follow her less than a few feet behind as she walked toward 'her' room.
 
He watched from a safe distance as Nicole took the elevator with her new 'friend'. Once the doors had closed, he counted to five slowly, scanning the lobby, checking if the new party had backup. No. He went for the stairs.

He took them three at a time, he was still in good shape, so he made it to the third floor before the elevator did. He'd already hacked the hotel computer, finding her alias' room number. He paused at the door leading back into the hotel proper. Slowed his heart rate. Listened.

He heard the whine of the elevator. The doors opening. Muffled footsteps on carpet. Female. Wearing heels. He waited again, started counting.

On three he heard a second set of footsteps. Big, heavy. Definitely male. Following the previous footsteps. He popped the door and glanced through the gap. There in front of him was the big guy he had seen down stairs, well his back anyway. Then beyond him, Nicole.

He opened the door just wide enough to slip through and entered the corridor, moving silently across to a niche in the opposite wall. He wondered whether she had spotted this guy or not... who was he kidding. Of course she had.

He watched with interest as the rather incompetent tail approached her from behind.
 
Nicole reached the door of 'her' room. She pulled out the key card and swiped it on the lock and opened the door. As she did so, she reached inside her jacket and put her hand on Lucy, readying her for the time was right.

But was she ready? No.

At least not as ready as she wanted to be. Before Nicole could react, she felt the piercing pain of what her brain registered too late as the prongs of a taser.

Almost as if she was moving underwater, she pulled out her gun but not in time enough for the feel of the electric current from the taser to shoot through her body. Her mouth uttered no sound...in fact, the only sound was that of her body falling to the ground hard as it went stiff. The impact was nothing to the pain of the taser and although she could still comprehend what was going on, she couldn't move. All she saw was a big body above her and she willed her body her to move, but of course, it wouldn't.

Something happened after that. It was a blur of movement and there was nothing she could do about it. So instead, she closed her eyes and waited for the affects of the taser to wear off, but it wasn't going fast enough. She heard the scuffle, she saw the shadows... finally, her muscles started to work and she groaned as she tried to get up...
 
She moved for the door, swiping the card, and pushing the door in one movement. The big guy moved. Two quick steps and he was on her. She went for her piece, but he was too quick with the taser.

It all escalated quickly. It was fight or flight time. Whatever their history, Dom couldn't just leave her to the mercy of this ape. He made a decision, and hoped to god it was the right one.

He took three long strides and caught the guy with a backhand chop to the neck. Not enough to take him down, but enough to divert his attention from Nicole. The ape turned. He was much bigger than Dom had anticipated, but he'd taken down bigger opponents in his time.

The ape, lets call him Clyde, swung for Dom with a double handed smash, which, had it collided, would have sent him sprawling unconscious to the carpet. Luckily for Dom, it didn't. Superior reflexes and years of training allowed him to dodge the blow and counter with a kidney chop and then a kick to the knee. You want a guy down fast, go for the joints. His leg buckled under the blow, and Dom followed up with a smash of his own to the back of the neck.

Clyde hit the floor hard, but still conscious.

"Jeez, you are one tough mother..." Dom breathed as he lashed a kick at his temple. Clyde moved slightly deflecting the blow, but Dom wasn't caught out and followed through, launching himself into a pile driver like an aging wrestler. The elbow impacted behind Clyde's ear, and he slumped to the floor. Down and out. Dom stood and dusted himself off. Looked over at Nicole who was just starting to get up from the doorway.

"No time to waste..." Dom said, and grabbed Clyde's legs, dragging him past Nicole into the room. "Don't just stand there, close the door..." he whispered.
 
Nicole felt like a fool as she was still trying to make sense of everything. She hated being in a situation where she had no control. But it seemed like that happened every time she was around Dom. Her body was in pain but she managed to get up gracefully and shake off the confusion that seemed to cloud her face. She shut the door, engaged the locks and walked further into the room where Dom had dragged the guy.

There was no time for pleasantries as Nicole started to pat the man down for any other weapons. Finding only the taser, he seemed like the kind to rely more on his fists than anything else.

She tried to find a wallet…some sort of I.D. but there was none. “Shit..” she muttered under breath.

Dom had finished securing the man and Nicole just looked at him, knowing full well she owed him an explanation but the look he was giving her made her realize she had to choose her words wisely. Clearing her throat, she gave him a small nod, “Thanks..” she said, realizing that she may have under estimated the man that had attacked her. Under estimated that she was being followed by them.

“We should probably get out of here now,” she headed toward the door, suddenly not wanting to be in the same room as Dom. All the memories of their past seemed to overwhelm her but she knew he wanted answers from her.. but was she ready to give him some..at the very least, perhaps the truth of what happened between from back then?
 
Dom leaned against the wall with his arms crossed as he saw her frisk 'Clyde'. He watched her work, admired her movements... old memories flooding back. He smiled slightly.

She muttered an expletive under her breath, before standing, hands on hips staring at the ceiling. He pushed off from the wall and stepped past her. He pulled the cord from one of the curtains and used it to tie the hands of unconscious body. He grabbed the second cord and repeated the process with the legs. Once he was satisfied that the ape wouldn't be going anywhere soon, he retrieved a hand towel from the bathroom and gagged him.

Nicole stood looking at him. he couldn't read her expression. He just returned her gaze, a lopsided grin on his face as if to say, Isn't this mildly amusing... She just nodded and thanked him.

'We should probably get out of here now,' she said, heading for the door urgently.

"Yes," he said, "We probably should." His eyes wandered to her ass for a moment. She looked good. Better than when he'd seen her last, but that was a lifetime ago. She cracked the door, checking the corridor. He just stood leaning against the wall, relaxed, unhurried.

'What did you do this time?' He asked. She turned to look at him scowling. He just smiled back at her.
 
"What did I do?" Nicole asked, trying not to sound annoyed as she peeked out the cracked hotel door. "It's what I didn't do and now.. I'm in trouble."

'And I need your help.' Was something that was left unsaid.

Seeing the empty hallway. Nicole looked back at Dominic, "Ready?" she said, not waiting for an answer as she opened the door all the way and stepped out and made a dash to the stairs near the elevator.

Nothing was said as the two made their way down the stairs but Nicole could tell Dominic wanted to know more. It was tempting to just leave him out of it from here on since he couldn't even see her without playing the games he did.
 
He smirked as the words 'I'm in trouble.' crossed her lips. No shit, he thought as he looked down at her would-be assailant, bound and gagged on the floor.

She didn't wait for a response when she asked if he was ready to go, she just stepped out into the corridor and headed for the stairs. Her head moved from side to side, taking in the environment, assessing any possible threats. He followed her quickly, impressed at her technique.

They took the steps 2 at a time, bounding down the floors at pace. They paused at each landing, listening for any sign of pursuit. There was none. They soon reached the bottom of the stairwell and stood either side of the exit door.

"Where to now?" he asked, an amused tone still in his voice. He was enjoying this. It was just like old times...
 
Nicole punched his arm, "this isn't fucking funny!" She hissed at him, "I don't know where next...it seems every where I go, they find me..now you're involved, there'll be twice as many..."

The lobby looked clear so Nicole opened the door, took a quick peek, seeing no one, she headed to the side exit.
 
He smarted a little at the punch, she didn't pull it at all. He still found it amusing, she had always been quite physical with him... whatever they had been doing.

She was through the door before he could think of a suitable retort, so he followed, alert for movement or anything out of the ordinary. He saw nothing that worried him. She pushed through the side door and checked the lot. He was still impressed by her thoroughness.

He glanced absently at the cars on offer wondering idly which she would go for. Something solid, sturdy, plain he guessed.
 
Luck.

It was something Nicole didn't like to rely on, but sometimes, you had to take what you could get...in this case, it was a young man wearing a valet shirt and he walked while holding some keys. Walking across the walkway, Nicole 'accidentally' bumped into the guy and with quick precision, took one set of the keys while apologizing to him, flashing her smile at him, the man stuttered and told her it was no problem.

All the while, Dominic hung back. As the valet walked away, Nicole held up the keys at Dominic. Pushing the auto lock on the security tag, a car horn sounded behind them. Walking toward the sound, Nicole pushed the button again and that's when she saw the headlights on the car flash, she smiled at the white Bentley that seemed to smile back.

It was a little flashy but Nicole wasn't going to complain. She got in, waited for Dominic to get in also and in almost no time, they were heading away from the hotel and for the time being, safety.
 
He watched her work, smiling slightly in admiration. The way she lifted the Valet keys, flashing a smile as she did so made him glad they were on the same side. At least he thought they were. She bleeped the keys and the Bentley in the far corner beeped back.

Not quite as inconspicuous as he would have liked but it was big and tough, so he didn't complain, just followed her. He glanced around, a smooth casual movement, his head moving from side to side. His eyes taking everything in, every car, every speck of dirt on the immaculate asphalt. Nothing set any alarm bells off, so he pulled open the passenger door and paused to look around one last time before sliding in.

No sooner had he fastened his seat belt than she had pulled out of the slot and headed for the exit. Slow and casual, just like he had taught her years ago. He used the wing mirrors to ensure they weren't being followed as she she took as circuitous route away from the hotel. Years of training. Ingrained. Instinctive.

"Well," he said, "that was fun..." he looked across at her smiling still, the adrenaline rush giving him an unnatural high.
 
Nicole ignored him for the time being. She needed to think. How was she going to tell him? Tell him about why she needed his help. How it would have never come to this had they--

Just tell him Nicole! Her mind shouted at her.

"So...Dominic..." Nicole took a deep breath, "remember the last case we worked on involving Kurtzcov and the Russian mob?" The one that we worked on together when you were the best and I ruined it all because I wanted your job? She thought.

"Three months ago, Kurtzcov broke out of federal custody and, he paid a little me a visit at home..." she shuttered and thought of that night. Her personal space invaded by someone who truly hated her and Dominic for what they did to him and his black market selling body organs. It was a very lucrative business for Kurtzcov. He had to give up his life of luxury to that of a prisoner and live down the humiliation of being taken down by a woman...

The only reason Dominic lost his job as a US Marshal because of all this was because of the eye witness they had on the case, Dr. John Fletcher, the doctor who performed the organ extractions for Kurtzcov agreed to testify against him, was killed on Dominic's watch.

Or so it was what Nicole had people, including their bosses, believing.

Fletcher was the only one who could put his former boss behind bars. So his survival was key and the only way to ensure that was to kill him...sorta.

Someone had to take the fall and unfortunately, that person was Dominic. So Nicole faked the good doctor's death, blamed Dominic....and the rest, well...blew up in the past couple of months.

"So," she said casually, "... Fletcher's actually alive. I've had him in hidiing for the past 3 years..." she was probably sure he could put two and two together that Kurtzcov was looking for Fletcher.

And only Nicole knew where he was and she wasn't going tell him, hence, the past few attempts on getting her and why she needed Dominic's help.
 
He sat and listened to the revelation that Dr Fletcher was very much alive. All things considered he thought he took it quite well.

"Pull over. I'm getting out." He said. He saw the calm control disappear from her eyes and be replaced by blind panic.

"Stop the car, Nicole. NOW." She did as she was told, pulling over to the side of the road. Although they had only travelled a short distance, they were practically in the middle of nowhere now, the dusty horizon stretching miles in every direction.

He opened the door and got out. Slammed it shut behind him, and walked away from the car, back in the direction they had come. To say he was furious would be an understatement. His enjoyment of their earlier encounter had vanished to be replaced by a venomous feeling of betrayal.

He stopped. Breathing deeply, trying to get a handle on his emotions, control the rage he felt. He felt the heavy weight of the gun in his shoulder holster and made a decision. In one swift movement, he reached into his jacket, pulled it out and aimed it through the windscreen at Nicole. Right between her eyes.

"Out! Hands on the hood, Nico. Do it NOW!" He yelled. Spittle flew from his mouth, he was mad as hell ... and he was going to take it out on her.
 
He took it quite well... Nicole thought as she continued to drive. But then he spoke about stopping the car. "But Domi-" she started to say when he yelled, making her widen her eyes in surprise.

Doing as he said, Nicole skidded the car to a stop and then suddenly, Dominic got out. She just sat there stunned.

She understood his anger. Hell, she'd react the same way if the situation were reversed, but then again, this is what she expected for having deceived him. And all this time, she knew the truth and didn't bother to tell him; which made him lose his job over it all.

But damnit, she had her reasons!

Then, before she could think of what to do next, she looked up and saw Dominic pointing his gun directly at her as he stood at the front of the car.

Idiot! She cursed herself for shutting the engine off as she thought she could have distracted him by threatening to hit him. She didn't take lightly to having a gun pointed at her and to make it worse, Dominic was an excellent shot.

Doing as she was told, Nicole got out of the car, her eyes never leaving his until she had to turn and put her hands on the hood, "Don't do this Dom," she said, "I know you're mad but...I had my reasons!"
 
She did as she was told. Moving slowly, maintaining eye contact. She inched around to the front of the car and placed her hands on the hood, pleading with him to let her explain. He wasn't sure what to do next. She was there, legs apart, hands on the car, looking at him with pleading eyes.

He kept the gun trained on her and moved up behind her, too close. His crotch brushed her ass slightly. He leaned in. He could feel the tension in the air.

"Fuck Nico ..." he said, angry still, "What did you do? Why? Fuck ..." his anger started to fade as he realised how ridiculous he was being. His gun hand lowered as he leaned against her, the sudden outburst draining his adrenaline. She remained still, immobile as his leg connected with her thigh. There was something else in the air... he could feel it now... he let the gun fall from his limp fingers.

"Fuck..." he whispered. He could feel the tight swell of her buttocks beneath her pant suit. Her toned thighs against his. Her crisp white blouse was loose the waist... he caught a glimpse of her skin beneath. Before he knew what he was doing he pressed against her, his hand inside her blouse gripping her breast from behind.
 
Tears were something Nicole didn't shed. She wasn't your average girly-girl. She was the baby of a family of 4 older brothers. She was raised tough and played even tougher. This is what made her a good agent. This is what made her betray Dominic the way she did.

If he wanted to kill her now, he could but the fact that he hadn't was a small sign of hope.

The wind blew her long red hair into her face as she looked down at the shiny hood of the car. She concentrated on that as she felt Dominic come up behind her and that made her gasp...either in fright or in relief, she wasn't sure.

On instinct, she pushed up against him, her eyes closing when she felt his bare hand touch her skin. "Dom...you would have done the same thing.." she whispered as he gave her breast a firm squeeze, her nipples hardening instant at his touch. She could feel the heat from his body mix with hers, even hotter than the desert landscape around them.
 
He felt her nipple harden between his fingers. A multitude of emotions flooded his senses, anger, confusion, lust. He didn't know which to succumb to.

The soft mound of her flesh felt good in his hand. His cock involuntarily hardened as she pushed back against him. He could feel her hard, taut body against his chest.

"Nico..." he breathed. His other hand moved across her hip and unbuttoned her trousers. He used his hand to unzip the fly and felt silk beneath his fingers. His lips parted and touched her neck, his tongue flicked across her skin. He could taste her perfume and her sweat, yet she tasted sweet.

She lifted her head back slightly as his teeth brushed her neck and shoulder blade. His fingers moved downward across the smoothness of her underwear. He was acutely aware of how wrong this was. But that only made him want it more.
 
Nicole was at a total loss of what to do. Her body protested on how to respond but instinct took over and she could feel that familiar tingle between her legs that only Dominic seemed to bring out in her. She gasped when she felt his hand in her pants and that made her spread her stance more.

Using her hands, she reached back behind her and her hands immediately found his groin and his growing cock. It was covered by his jeans and all she could do was rub the palms of her hands over it, feeling it throb against the material.

With everything the two were doing, their surroundings didn't exist and that was just fine with Nicole. Her skin was on fire every where his lips seemed to touch..

It was then, the passing of a semi truck, who's horn blared at the couple shook Nicole out of her trance-like state...something only Dominic seemed to be able to do to her... not that there had been anyone else since their last time together.
 
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