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Chris LaSalle
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What’s your hurry?
Special Agent Chris LaSalle, NCIS New Orleans 1x12
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SAY WHAT?!
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Chris smiled at the woman that set his heart racing like no other ever had. He leaned it to kiss her sweet mouth as he accepted her invitation, sliding into her with a sensation akin to relief as much as pleasure. Somehow, he only felt truly whole when he was joined with her, as close as he could get to her. Closer now then ever before.
And not just because there was no thin latex barrier between them. But because she'd dropped all barriers, every last wall he hadn't even known existed.
She'd always been an enthusiastic, affectionate, expressive lover, but this... Dear god, his heart swelled under her touch, the look in her eyes, the way she moved with him as they built the compounding rhythm into a symphony of ecstasy.
He held her tight, refusing to look away from her beautiful dark eyes as they climaxed together.
"I love ya so dang much, Mere," he whispered into her neck after he collapsed, panting, on top of her, their sweat-slicked bodies sticking together, her heart beating so fiercely, he could feel it thrumming in his own chest, mingling with his own heartbeat.
It was fitting. She owned his heart, after all.
The hole is still there
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"Ya gotta deal. Any place ya guys want. My treat," Chris said, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, judging by the perceptive gaze his partner was giving him. He cleared his throat, shifting in his chair, and finding himself too agitated, got to his feet. He grabbed his half-full mug as excuse and made a bee-line for the kitchen.
Of course, Merri Brody wasn't going to let that shifty display of his go. She followed him, standing in that unnervingly patient way of hers as he topped off his coffee.
Okay. He could do this. The woman was bad ass and admittedly intimidating. But they were friends. At least, he liked to think that they were. And she'd probably be happy to help him out with his little... uh... problem?
"So I figure whatever James needs info on might'n't be all that interestin' fer Jessie." Chris tried to play it casual. "So mebbe ya could keep her entertained with a li'l girl talk or somethin' while I help James out with his article or whatnot."
He risked a glance at the older woman out of the corner of his eye. Had she seen right through him?
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Ya don't hafta defend yerself ta me, Mere," Chris said. "I jus' wished ya'd said somethin' sooner 'bout James harassin' ya. If I'd a' known..."
He shook his head. There was no use in regreting past mistakes. And he really didn't want Merri to blame herself any more. Not to mention he knew how harrassment cases went. And James hadn't done anything threatening enough to get a restraining order to stick. But when this whole thing with trying to claim Emily failed... who knew what the man might do.
A little knot of anxiety formed in his stomach. The seed of it had been planted long ago, and Chris had since accepted it, embraced it. It was the constant fear born of love and protectiveness of his family. It had started when he'd fallen in love with Merri, even before, if he were honest with himself. It had sprouted when she announced the unexpected (but not unwelcome) pregnancy to him, and then with the birth of their children, it had sunk its roots deep. Worry. The kind of worry only a man who had everything to lose could possess. And he couldn't regret it, not when it came with so much happiness.
"Jus' promise me ya won' cut 'im anymore slack. If he so much as looks at ya the wrong way, I wanna know." And because she still looked ont he verge of tears, he gave her his big ol' grin. "I love ya, wife."
He kissed her softly.
Chris your son painted my favorite shirt.. I am there for calling dibs on your college one. -Mer said as she plopped the small child into his fathers lap with a smirk.-
Chris LaSalle smiled at his giggling little boy, even as he leaned back in his chair, trying to avoid the blue-paint coated hands coming at his face. He picked up the toddler by the waist and held him out at arms length as he kicked and laughed. One good thing could be said. Little D’s terrible twos consisted more of mischievous misadventures and laughing at the world than throwing tantrums (althought there’d been several).
In fact he seemed a little too happy to have been discovered making a mess and scolded by his mama. Chris narrowed his eyes at his lovely wife, who had reappeared dressed in his worn old college t-shirt, his favorite t-shirt, his favorite t-shirt that she openly derided but not-so-secretly coveted. (Although he did always like seeing her in it, the way it stretched taut across her lovely bosom.)
“An’ how exactly did he get inta his sister’s paints?” Chris asked.
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Chris frowned, barely catching himself in time to change it to a more positive expression. Did the girl have a compromised immune system? Maybe she shouldn't be in the county morgue at all... How many germs were in this place? Maybe she should be in a bubble.
No. Loretta wouldn't have brought her here if she was that sick. He ran his tongue over his teeth as he thought. He didn't really want to leave her on her own. But how far could the doc have gone, anyway?
"Alright. I'm gonna go check her office," he said. "Stay right here, okay?"
Loretta wasn't in her office in autopsy. And she didn't answer her cell when he tried calling her. Now Chris was beginning to get worried. He tried not to let it show when he returned to where Elizabeth was standing patiently in the hallway.
"Elizabeth, I need ya ta tell me exactly what Loretta did and said before she left you ta wait fer her."
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No, darlin’. Ya ain’t in trouble,“ Chris said, thinking she was just a little mysterious. Elizabeth must be a new acquisition of Loretta’s apparently ever-growing brood. He supposed he couldn’t criticize. He’d been pulled into the woman’s family circle himself, without having any say in the matter. And for those lacking a motherly figure, no one was a better substitute than Doc Wade. But… medicine… She was sick? He tried to surreptitiously scrutinize the little girl. She didn’t look sickly.
“Let’s find Loretta, ‘kay, ‘Lizabeth?” He fought the urge to try to take her hand, noting how reluctant she’d been to shake his. “Ya know the way ta her office?”
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It hurt a lot to see his beloved Merri in pain. Maybe because she'd become his heart. He'd been sort of hoping the situation would resolve itself, that she could handle her ex-fiance on her own. Because Chris knew if he got involved, it would be all he could do to keep from earning himself an assault charge.
James didn't like Chris.
And Chris sure the hell didn't like James.
Well, he'd been okay with the man continuin' to converse with Merri, be her friend. He hadn't wanted to be one of those husbands, all jealous and controlling. But he'd had no idea how very uncomfortable the whole situation had made his wife, that she didn't especially want James' attention... That his attention was of a more intense variety than staying in contact with an old friend.
And then he'd brought up this bullshit about thinking he was Em's biological father. He supposed the timing was close in the grand scheme of things. But it wa'n't close enough to make Merri doubt. And Chris, he'd never doubt the woman he loved.
It was his job to love and respect her. Protect her.
So Chris had shoved all his personal feelings down deep and answered the door, made extremely curt but cordial conversation, informed him that they would submit Emily LaSalle to the DNA test, and that he was -never to come to this home again.
He found Merri in the play room, the kids at obliviously, innocently at the center of their own happy tornado. Their mother however, looked like she'd been swept up in an entirely different sort of storm.
"It's taken care of," he said, when she looked up at him standing in the doorway.
Chris your son painted my favorite shirt.. I am there for calling dibs on your college one. -Mer said as she plopped the small child into his fathers lap with a smirk.-
Chris LaSalle smiled at his giggling little boy, even as he leaned back in his chair, trying to avoid the blue-paint coated hands coming at his face. He picked up the toddler by the waist and held him out at arms length as he kicked and laughed. One good thing could be said. Little D’s terrible twos consisted more of mischievous misadventures and laughing at the world than throwing tantrums (althought there’d been several).
In fact he seemed a little too happy to have been discovered making a mess and scolded by his mama. Chris narrowed his eyes at his lovely wife, who had reappeared dressed in his worn old college t-shirt, his favorite t-shirt, his favorite t-shirt that she openly derided but not-so-secretly coveted. (Although he did always like seeing her in it, the way it stretched taut across her lovely bosom.)
“An’ how exactly did he get inta his sister’s paints?” Chris asked.
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"She's nice..." Chris shrugged, busied himself with straightening some papers on his desk.
Truth was he didn't really know where things were headed with the free spirit of a young woman. He liked her a hella lot. She was paradoxically intense when discussing politics or the environment or social ethics and yet so carefree and funloving. She had a compassion and passion for other human beings and no personal baggage or burden to speak of.
The young woman had been just what he needed, showed him the good in the world. And it wasn't just meaninglessly hooking up. But it wasn't... At least it didn't seem to be...
He had no clue how she felt.
He'd been thinking about asking her, inquiring on where this all was going, but he just hadn't been able to muster the courage to do so, like he were some twelve-year old boy passing a note to a girl in class.
Do you like me?
Check one:
YES
NO
Idiot.
Maybe he needed a different tactic. He looked up from his already neatly stacked paperwork to find Merri Brody's clever dark eyes narrowed in scrutiny of his person.
Have a friend ask the girl you like if she likes you back?
Worth a try...
"Mebbe James an' ya'd like ta go out wi' Jessie 'n' me sometime?" He asked trying to play it cool, hoping she didn't detect his ulterior motive, which he'd broach only after she agreed to the double date.
“Um, yeah,” Chris said, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Thanks fer coverin’ fer me so I could meet up with Jessie.”
Dang. He hadn’t seen the journalist in the bar. But that was journalists for ya, sneaky… and gossipy, too. He felt the tips of his ears reddening, his face heating up as he considered how much the man had seen, and had told Brody.
It wa'n’t like he’d stripped completely naked. He’d only taken his jacket and t-shirt off. But he had made a bit of a spectacle of himself, dancing on the bar. He blamed about five glasses of some good Kentucky bourbon and the firebrand that was Jessica Trent.
Besides it had totally been worth it, because he might’ve given a partial strip-tease in public, but Jessie had given him a complete number later on that night in private.
And besides he’d heard the rumors floating around town about one Meredith Brody.
“But I did cover fer ya when James had that Big Date planned an’ Pride wanted all of the back requisition orders reviewed…”
Embarrassment easing a little, Chris finally managed to look his fellow agent in the face again, and because he had heard the rumors, asked, “How did/ the ‘Big Date’ go anyway?”
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No, darlin'. Ya ain't in trouble," Chris said, thinking she was just a little mysterious. Elizabeth must be a new acquisition of Loretta's apparently ever-growing brood. He supposed he couldn't criticize. He'd been pulled into the woman's family circle himself, without having any say in the matter. And for those lacking a motherly figure, no one was a better substitute than Doc Wade. But... medicine... She was sick? He tried to surreptitiously scrutinize the little girl. She didn't look sickly.
"Let's find Loretta, 'kay, 'Lizabeth?" He fought the urge to try to take her hand, noting how reluctant she'd been to shake his. "Ya know the way ta her office?"
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The small voice startled the NCIS agent near out of his skin. Chris LaSalle looked down at the little girl. The city morgue was no place for a child to be left wandering about. What was Doc Wade thinking? <p> Chris crouched down to put himself on level with the girl. <p> “I’m sure we ken find her tagether. My name’s Chris.” He offered her his hand. “What’s yours?” @firstxfherkind
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Chris raised an eyebrow at the unexpected gesture. They’d had The Talk before and they both knew there wasn’t any real reason to always use a condom, just an extra form of a contraceptive in case her birth control failed for some reason. Well, really because Merri had trust issues. Even when, especially when at her most vulnerable, physically and emotionally naked.
But apparently not anymore.
It made him grin broadly, the one that made her call him a goof. She laughed. The light-heartedness of the sound egged him on, convinced him she wasn’t too emotionally raw to handle a little…uh… exuberant intimacy.
He started at her lips, kissing her deeply, enjoying the way she responded, whimpering and kneading his scalp with her fingertips. It was all he could do to break away from her eager kisses, to apply his mouth to her throat and begin to work his way downward, removing clothing items as he went, exposing her skin the color of cream with its spattering of adorable, delectable freckles. He spent quite a bit of time paying attention to her breasts, her lovely pink nipples an invitation he could never pass by.
She seemed to enjoy this, too, though, her whimpers intensifying, her body arching up, pushing her breasts into the caresses of his hands and mouth. She sighed, relaxing a little as he continued his journey down her stomach, laughing lightly when he tickled her navel with his tongue. And then tensing again with anticipation when he placed light kisses on her hip bones and went for her panties.
The hole is still there
Merri knew in her heart of hearts her words were genuine. She had been thinking them for weeks now just to pre occupied with Emily’s case and the job to feel and acknowledge them. Now however even in her less then perfect state she couldn’t help but smile.
She had fallen off the wagon was totally open and vulnerable and he hadn’t rejected her. If she hadn’t been sure she now knew he was the one. “I will have you and tolerate you… I love you with all my heart.” Merri whispered as she kissed his rough lips deeply. As her lust grew she reached into the bedside table and grabbed the condom she would normally use then she smiled and tossed it across the room.
She hadn’t trusted someone before now without one and wanted Chris to have her all of her. It was really the only tangible way she knew how to show him how much she trusted him.
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"Um, yeah," Chris said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Thanks fer coverin' fer me so I could meet up with Jessie."
Dang. He hadn't seen the journalist in the bar. But that was journalists for ya, sneaky... and gossipy, too. He felt the tips of his ears reddening, his face heating up as he considered how much the man had seen, and had told Brody.
It wa'n't like he'd stripped completely naked. He'd only taken his jacket and t-shirt off. But he had made a bit of a spectacle of himself, dancing on the bar. He blamed about five glasses of some good Kentucky bourbon and the firebrand that was Jessica Trent.
Besides it had totally been worth it, because he might've given a partial strip-tease in public, but Jessie had given him a complete number later on that night in private.
And besides he'd heard the rumors floating around town about one Meredith Brody.
"But I did cover fer ya when James had that Big Date planned an' Pride wanted all of the back requisition orders reviewed..."
Embarrassment easing a little, Chris finally managed to look his fellow agent in the face again, and because he had heard the rumors, asked, "How did/ the 'Big Date' go anyway?"
“Now why would ya go ‘n’ ask me somet'in like that? Ain’t I always on my best behavior, Agent Brody?”
Chris leaned back in his chair, giving the female agent his most innocent smile. He wasn’t sure it worked. But how would she know about the… Um… incident the other night, anyway?
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Chris sighed, and pulled his wife into a tight hug. He'd been ignoring the situation, hoping it would just settle down or go away. But apparently, James was having a hard time letting go of his ex-fiancee.
"I believe ya, Mere," he said, pulling away slightly to wipe the tears from her pale, freckled cheeks. "I know Emily is ours."
He steeled himself for her reaction. She was obviously emotionally raw about this whole thing. But they had to face it, before things like 'court orders' became involved, dragging their daughter into uncomfortable situations.
"But mebbe we'd better jus' get a DNA test ta prove 'im wrong, send 'im on his way once an' fer all."
Chris your son painted my favorite shirt.. I am there for calling dibs on your college one. -Mer said as she plopped the small child into his fathers lap with a smirk.-
Chris LaSalle smiled at his giggling little boy, even as he leaned back in his chair, trying to avoid the blue-paint coated hands coming at his face. He picked up the toddler by the waist and held him out at arms length as he kicked and laughed. One good thing could be said. Little D’s terrible twos consisted more of mischievous misadventures and laughing at the world than throwing tantrums (althought there’d been several).
In fact he seemed a little too happy to have been discovered making a mess and scolded by his mama. Chris narrowed his eyes at his lovely wife, who had reappeared dressed in his worn old college t-shirt, his favorite t-shirt, his favorite t-shirt that she openly derided but not-so-secretly coveted. (Although he did always like seeing her in it, the way it stretched taut across her lovely bosom.)
“An’ how exactly did he get inta his sister’s paints?” Chris asked.
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The small voice startled the NCIS agent near out of his skin. Chris LaSalle looked down at the little girl. The city morgue was no place for a child to be left wandering about. What was Doc Wade thinking? <p> Chris crouched down to put himself on level with the girl. <p> "I'm sure we ken find her tagether. My name's Chris." He offered her his hand. "What's yours?" @firstxfherkind
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“Do you know where I can find Ms. Loretta?”
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"Now why would ya go 'n' ask me somet'in like that? Ain't I always on my best behavior, Agent Brody?"
Chris leaned back in his chair, giving the female agent his most innocent smile. He wasn't sure it worked. But how would she know about the... Um... incident the other night, anyway?
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“Have you been behaving yourself Christopher?” Merri smiled as she came into the office slowly. She’d been hearing a few things out and about, and wondered what his side was. Especially given that she had been “misbehaving” in other ways.
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"Now, Emily..."
Dang. Why'd he always find it so difficult to scold the little girl?
Because she had her mother's beautiful eyes, that's why.
"Remember how we talked 'bout 'privacy' an' respectin' other people's space."
The pre-schooler just stared at him, her large eyes unblinkingly piercing him. She was way to young to make him feel like she could see straight through him. (His life would've been so much easier if she'd just inherited his eyes instead.)
"An' listenin' ta yer mama," he added when Merri made a small noise and glared harder at him. At least she took the paint-covered toddler off his hands (his now blue hands, and forearms) "She's a smart woman, the smartest woman an' ya should always listenin' ta what she says..." He leaned in close to whisper as if sharing a secret, "...even if it means keepin' an eye on yer snot-nosed brother."
Emily giggled. He scooped her up into his arms, kissing her cheeks, thinking about how he was going to have to have a talk with Auntie Sonja about what she was teaching his little troublemaker. Spying on her mama!
But maybe he needed to have a talk with his wife, too, about how often James was coming around the house. It's not that he didn't trust her, but that man seemed to have issues with Merri moving on with her life.
Chris your son painted my favorite shirt.. I am there for calling dibs on your college one. -Mer said as she plopped the small child into his fathers lap with a smirk.-
Chris LaSalle smiled at his giggling little boy, even as he leaned back in his chair, trying to avoid the blue-paint coated hands coming at his face. He picked up the toddler by the waist and held him out at arms length as he kicked and laughed. One good thing could be said. Little D’s terrible twos consisted more of mischievous misadventures and laughing at the world than throwing tantrums (althought there’d been several).
In fact he seemed a little too happy to have been discovered making a mess and scolded by his mama. Chris narrowed his eyes at his lovely wife, who had reappeared dressed in his worn old college t-shirt, his favorite t-shirt, his favorite t-shirt that she openly derided but not-so-secretly coveted. (Although he did always like seeing her in it, the way it stretched taut across her lovely bosom.)
“An’ how exactly did he get inta his sister’s paints?” Chris asked.
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What if you knock Meredith up? I mean you could maybe have a bi polar kid or worse a kid as messed up as his mom. Or twins!
Chris leaned against the driver's side door of his truck. It was relievedly cold in the cool night air. Somehow, cold air always seemed easier to breathe. And he did seem to breathe easier, now that he forced himself to be calm.
He'd been having uncharitable thoughts. Panicking, really. Ever since Merri had told him that she was late... like really late. Like he was currently parked outside of the nearest drug store holding a pack of pregnancy tests, late.
God, they both had issues, of the screwed-up, neurotic, mentally ill family background variety. What kind of messed up offspring would they spawn? What sort of burden would his children be forced to bear?
He closed his eyes, focused on his breathing.
In.
Out.
He was alive. And that was a miracle. Life was a miracle. Bringing new life into the world was likewise, a miraculous thing.
And if life was a miracle, then so was the mess that came with it. And he couldn't think of anyone else he'd rather share that mess with than Meredith Brody.
As he got into his truck to head back to his freaked out lover, partner and friend, Chris LaSalle decided he actually hoped she was pregnant.
Twins ran in her family, didn't they?
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