Connections 4
Disconnected
Rina
4/7/00
Disclaimer: Since John Woo and Alliance stopped playing with them, I
suppose it's okay for me to grab the boys and have some fun.
Victor closed his laptop, then leaned back on the couch, threading his
fingers through his hair and staring at the ceiling, considering the wisdom
of what he had just done. Tomorrow at six o'clock he was going to meet CJ.
Shit, he didn't even know if that was the other man's real name or not. Of
course, CJ had never asked his real name either so they were even in
that regard.
As he studied the white paint above him, Vic contemplated what he did
know about the other man, trying to understand why he liked him and, more
importantly, was attracted to him. People could be anyone or anything they
chose to on the 'net, that was one of the things Mac told him back when they
started this whole thing. There were predators out there, like Kirkdon,
people who said whatever you wanted to hear just so they could get what they
wanted.
Wondering if he was being naive or just plain stupid, Vic slumped
forward, resting one elbow on his thighs, continuing to card his other hand
through his hair. No. He wasn't that bad a judge of character, he couldn't
be. Maybe he had no way yet of knowing if the other man had described
himself accurately, but by tomorrow evening that would be resolved. At this
point, Vic didn't care if CJ was short, with red hair and blue eyes or tall,
with brown hair and eyes like he'd described himself. He wanted to talk to
the guy. In person. Wanted to be able to look at him when they spoke, not at
the damn computer screen.
The material of his sweatpants where the laptop had rested was warm and
Victor idly rubbed his hand over the spot, letting his fingers trail over
the inside of his thigh. Even though the dance had been all in his mind, it
had still aroused him and the kiss...
With a soft groan, Vic leaned back once again, closing his eyes and
replaying the moment, his palm sliding upward to brush against the growing
bulge under the navy cotton. The touch was light enough that it could have
been the press of CJ's legs against his as they moved together. Giving
himself more fully to the fantasy, Victor arched upward into his palm, his
other hand locked around the back of his neck as he envisioned the dance
turning slower and more sensual, rocking his body against that of his
partner.
His fingers slid beneath the soft fabric, stroking his erection,
experimenting with different touches, trying to guess what CJ's hands would
feel like on his bare skin. Vic rolled his hips in a slow counterpart to his
explorations, arching his shaft harder into his palm, then relaxing as if in
surrender. From the flared head, already damp with pre-cum to the lightly
furred balls, he mapped his cock, exploring the hot, velvety skin as if
touching it for the first time.
Need coiled deep within the ex-cop, and he emitted a hoarse gasp, his
short fingernails digging into the skin at the nape of his neck as he closed
his fist over his straining erection. Keeping his strokes long and slow for
now, Vic bucked upward off the couch, begging with barely audible whimpers
for his imaginary lover to let him come.
"Fuck yes, there, god... " The words spilled from Victor's lips
without thought and his whole body spasmed, his hand tightening almost
painfully on his engorged cock as he came, groaning CJ's name as liquid heat
splattered his abdomen, soaking his sweats and the tee shirt he wore.
Unable to move, Vic sat sprawled out on the couch, still stroking himself
lightly, until his breathing evened out and the thundering of his pulse
slowed to something closer to normal. Grimacing slightly at the now cool
dampness that coated his stomach, Victor skinned off his shirt and wiped
himself down before heaving himself to his feet, heading for a hot shower
and his bed.
Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.
From: TrueBlue@yahoo.com
To: CJiles@hotmail.com
Subject: Quick question
That Starbucks can get pretty busy, how am I going to know who you are? I
don't want to miss you by mistake.
TB
PS - Did you manage to get any sleep last night?
To: TrueBlue@yahoo.com
From: CJiles@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: Quick
Question
You think I'd let you miss me? I'd quiz everyone in the damn place until
I found you
. Seriously, I'll have on black pants, a gray shirt and, if all else fails,
listen for the call for the triple shot almond cappuccino, doubt anyone else
is insane enough to drink that.
And if you want the truth, no I didn't get any sleep last night. Between
thinking about today and what went on last night, I think that's a given -
but I promise not to fall asleep on you.
CJ
From: TrueBlue@yahoo.com
To: CJiles@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: Quick
question
If you do fall asleep on me, I'll roll you over and poke you in the side
to wake you up.
God I can't believe I said that. You're a bad influence on me, did you
know that? I'm not normally so relaxed with people.
I'll be the one with the jeans, green shirt and black leather jacket
drinking black coffee
Looks like you're the high maintenance one when it comes to drinks anyway,
guess we'll see about the rest.
Can't wait.
TB
To: TrueBlue@yahoo.com
From: CJiles@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: Quick
Question
High maintenance???
I should be offended, but instead I'll just ask you this:
Just what would you poke me with after you rolled me over?
And I've been known to be a bad influence, it's one of my better
qualities, so I'm looking forward to getting you to relax even more. It
sounds like you have enough stress in your life.
I can't wait either, see you in a few hours.
CJ
"Something is going on."
Dobrinsky looked up from his briefing reports. The Director was tapping
her upper lip with her index finger and her expression was one of bemused
interest. "With whom?" he asked. The single arched eyebrow told
him everything he needed to know. "Ramsey and Mansfield."
"I can't put my finger on it, but both my boys are in good moods
today. Too good considering they aren't getting anywhere on their
assignment. I want to know why. Get Nathan to find out just what they have
been doing with their time."
"I'm on it." Smirking slightly, Dobrinsky tossed the papers he
had been reading back on his desk and went in search of the neurotic
researcher.
"Boys, boys, boys," the Director sighed, shaking her head
slowly. "If you've been playing when you should have been working you
are going to regret it."
Parking in downtown Toronto was never an easy commodity to come by, a
fact that was especially true around rush hour. Growling a curse at a
rollerblader who darted in front of him as if he owned the road, Victor
scanned the side streets for empty spaces. The luminous numbers of the clock
on the dash counted down the ever dwindling minutes until six o'clock and
every time they changed, he felt his nerves crank up another notch.
At this rate, he was going to have to backtrack and park in one of the
public lots and that was going to make him late. That thought made the
ex-cop grimace. The last thing he wanted to do was to miss CJ in passing,
especially because of a damn parking space.
The afternoon had passed with hellish slowness, with every attempt to
work or distract himself ending in miserable failure. He'd spoken to Li Ann,
but she seemed distracted by some project the Director had her working on
and the conversation had been short. Even Mac hadn't been around, leaving
Vic to wonder just what his partner was into now.
The thought that he really couldn't cast stones at the younger man since
he certainly wasn't working flitted across Victor's conscience, but he
pushed away the regret for the moment. Tomorrow I'll get back to work on
the case. It'll be easier then, I won't be so distracted.
Whatever god looked out for secret agent ex-cops must have been smiling,
because at that instant a tan mini van pulled out of a spot just in front of
him. Vic shouted in triumph, then whipped the truck into the space, parallel
parking with a minimum of fuss. A quick check of his hair in the rearview
mirror, a deep breath, and he was on the street, locking the door and
setting the alarm before starting toward the coffee bar, hoping he didn't
look as nervous as he felt.
"You are not going to believe this."
"Tell me anyway."
"It seems that one of them has been talking to someone we think is
Kirkdon, it's just not Mansfield."
"Mac has been talking to Kirkdon? Why do I feel that this isn't all
you have to tell me?"
"What's interesting is just who Victor has been chatting
with."
The Director scanned the printouts that Dobrinsky handed her, her nails
drumming a rapid tattoo on the mahogany of her desk. . Her fingers stilled,
and the silence that filled the cool air was ominous. "Get them in
here. Now."
Victor waited. Habit had him take a seat off to the side of the long thin
room where he could see both entrances. He sat, white and green paper cup in
hand, ignoring the fragrant steam that drifted from the hot beverage. A
quick glance at his watch showed that a whole fifteen seconds had passed
since his last look.
There were plenty of people here, just none wearing the right color
combination. God if this was a set up I am so screwed. Vic may have
hid it well, but between his experience with his fellow narcotics officers
and Li Ann's 'postponement' of their engagement, he had lost some of his
trust in his judgment when it came to those around him. If CJ didn't show...
Victor shook his head, not allowing himself to start in that line of
destructive thinking.
Forcing himself not to look at his watch again, Vic lifted his cup to his
lips, then almost poured the hot brew all over himself when a pair of hands
came down over his eyes, cutting off his vision. "Guess who?"
Jerking the hands from around his head, Vic turned and glared up at his
grinning partner. "Mac, what the fuck are you doing here?"
The younger man shrugged, spun an empty chair around and sat straddling
it, his elbows leaning on the slatted wooden back. "Didn't know it was
against the law for me to drink coffee," he chuckled. "Or was that
one of the Director's new dictums that I somehow missed? You know, 'Mac
Ramsey is not allowed to consume caffeine anywhere within the province of
Ontario on punishment of death'."
"Works for me." Vic looked toward the door, praying that no one
would come in while Mac was here, it was a situation that he didn't want to
have to explain, not now anyway. "Better get out while you can, or
she'll sic Jackie on you."
Mac actually looked nauseous at that suggestion. "Gee thanks, care
to bring in a few jackals to gnaw at my bones while you're at it?"
Victor found himself grinning at that. Maybe this wasn't such a bad
thing, as long as he could get rid of Mac before CJ arrived. At least the
other man was giving him something to think about other then his 'blind
date'. "Sure, I'll invite the Cleaners too if you want, might as well
make it a party."
"Victor, Victor, Victor," Mac sighed. "That is so
not my style." He started to say more, but was interrupted by the
counter worker. "There's my drink, I'm outta here. Oh, I think I have a
lead on Kirkdon, I'll tell you about it tonight."
"Yeah, okay... " Vic barely noticed when Mac stood and left the
table for among the beverages called had been a triple shot almond
cappuccino. This was it. The nervous tremor in his belly grew to include his
hand and Victor set his drink on the table so as not to spill it, his gaze
riveted to the part of the counter where people picked up their coffee.
There was Mac, a woman, an older couple, and another man up there. Vic
shifted to the edge of his seat, chewing on the inside of his lower lip,
watching as the tall, brown haired man collected his drink and turned, but
then walked out of the café without a second glance anywhere around him.
That only left...
The skin around his eyes tightening as he winced, Vic looked back to the
counter, his expression changing to one of fury as he studied the single
person left there. Brown hair, brown eyes, black linen pants, gray raw silk
shirt, peering over the top of his sunglasses with the same hopeful puppy
dog grin he wore whenever he was trying to get his way or get out of a
punishment.
Mac was CJ.
No way. No fucking way.
The ex-thief raised his cup in a tentative toast that had Vic on his
feet, stalking out of the building, knowing that if he didn't get out of
there, he was going to smear Mac's pretty face all over the floor.
"Neither of them have their phones on."
"Then get our people out there and find them. I want this
resolved tonight."
"Victor? Hey, come on!"
Vic's stride didn't falter and in fact lengthened as he tried to put more
distance between himself and his partner.
"Listen, Vic, I know what it looks like... " Mac caught up with
Vic and grabbed his shoulder, only to find himself with a face-full of the
barrel of the older man's gun.
"Shut up, Mac. I do not want to hear another word from you,
understand?" The other man nodded slowly, apparently deciding that the
fury blazing in Vic's eyes made the threat a genuine one. "You got me.
Must be damn proud of yourself too, suckered me in all the way on it."
"Vic, it-" The rest of whatever Mac had to say was lost in a
painful grunt as Victor's fist connected with the side of his face, sending
the younger man's sunglasses clattering to the ground.
"Shut the fuck up!" Vic wanted nothing more then to repeat the
blow, to knock some of the ever-present cockiness from Mac's stance, but he
held himself back. "No more, Mac. This was it. Find yourself a new
partner; I'm not going to deal with your shit any longer. If the Director
has a problem with it, she can just shoot me, would probably hurt less
anyway." Giving his former partner a final, withering glare, Vic spun
and stalked to his truck, grinding the ignition and tearing out into traffic
without a backward glance.
Mac watched the bright red pickup disappear into the dusk and, moving
like a man three times his age, stooped to pick up his mangled sunglasses.
"It wasn't a game," he murmured, his tone defeated.
BlackWatch: Thought you had to work tonight?
LghtFngrs: Yeah, well I got lucky and switched shifts with a guy I know.
So...
BlackWatch: So?
LghtFngrs: You still interested in getting together?
BlackWatch: Babe, I thought you'd never ask.
"What did you do, Mac? The Director is on a rampage."
"I fucked up, Li Ann, big time."
"How? All I know is that Dobrinsky is turning the city upside down
looking for you and Victor. What is going on?"
"I'll tell you later, okay? Right now I've got to get ready for a
date."
"A date? Mac, are you out of your mind?"
"So I've been told. And it's work related, tell the dragonlady that
Kirkdon will be in her hands by the end of the evening, no problem."
"Damnit, Mac! What are you talking about? You aren't going after him
by yourself! Where's Victor?"
"No idea, doll, and it's probably better that way. Don't worry, I've
got it under control. I'm going to meet him... Hang on, that's the
door."
"Forget the door! Where are you meeting this man? He's dangerous,
you can't do this without backup."
"I'll be fine, he'll be on the Director's desk come morning wrapped
up in a big red bow, okay? Can I help you?"
The connection dissolved into a loud burst of static at that, making Li
Ann jerk the phone back from her ear. Redialing Mac's number only got her a
'this line is not in service' recording and sent her racing toward Mac's
apartment, driving with one hand while she tried in vain to reach Vic, then
reported the situation in to the Agency along with a call for
reinforcements.
End
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