Pairing: Frannie/?

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Written for Miss Pamela's Get Frannie Laid Challenge

Whoops!

A. Kite (July 2004)

Frannie turned from flushing the toilet and headed over to the sink to wash the awful taste out of her mouth. Time face the piper, she supposed, or pay for the music, whatever. She was going to have to face up to the fact that she was pregnant. Pregnant and unmarried, and unlikely to be married, ever.

One night, just one night, that was turning out to be the biggest mistake of her life. Things had been so awkward since then. No need to worry about getting drunk anymore. Not for six or seven months, anyway.

That's what started all this. Mulgoon and all that lot had been captured. Fraser and Ray were off on their Artic adventure. Her brother, Ray, and Stella had run off to Florida together. It was just supposed to be a friendly night out. Just a couple of drinks, and she was supposed to go home. He was supposed to go home.

Only, somehow, they'd ended up at his apartment. In his bed. Not that Frannie could remember it all exactly. It was kind of hazy, but she remembered how good it felt. How he held her and how gentle he'd been. Nothing like she would have imagined, if she'd ever imagined such a thing. Which she hadn't. No, really. He kissed and touched her breasts. He even went lower. No man had ever done that before. Not her ex-husband or any of the few men she'd had sex with. When she came from that, he pushed inside her really slowly. No bam-flam, thank you ma'am. He'd waited until she came again before he took her hard. It was really nice.

The next morning was the problem. She woke up to him shaking her foot. He was already showered, shaved and dressed. He wouldn't even look her in the eye. Just said, "Miss Vecchio," you know, in that way that he has. "Miss Vecchio, you need get up now." Before she could throw back the covers, he was out of the bedroom.

Frannie had shimmied into her clothes from the night before and got the hell out of there. They didn't even look at each other when she left. Then she had to think up a lie to tell Ma about where she'd been all night. Thank God that it was Saturday, and it'd be a whole two days before she had to look at him again.

Monday morning, it was business as usual. Sort of. He still never made eye contact with her anymore. Still called her Miss Vecchio and gave his instructions while looking down at the papers on his desk or over her shoulder into the squad room. Anywhere but at her face.

Well, he was going to have to look at her this morning. She had to tell him. Frannie squared her shoulders. She marched out of the bathroom and straight over to the door. She didn't bother knocking.

"Lt. Welsh, we have to talk..."

End