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We've almost reached the end of this wild ride. I am on the waiting list for AO3, so hopefully I can post a cleaned up version in the next few days. First time posting like that, how do you come up with titles and summaries...? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Thank you so much for everybody who has commented or read along! I hope you guys have had as much fun as I have with this plot bunny that def became something with a life of its own!!!

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Joe came to with a pounding headache to the sound of the second gunshot he had heard that night. Bolting up, he had time to see Nicky pass out under the literal dead weight on top of him.

Scrambling across the floor, he found himself looking at Booker on the other side of Nicky. Moving in tandem to remove the body on top of him.

“Joe, what’s going on?” Booker asked as Joe frantically moved to gather up Nicky in his arms.

“Will you help me? Will you help me with this tape?” Joe asked his voice and hands shaking as he tried to figure out how to pull off the tape without inflicting anymore pain onto his love. It would seem he had pulled it out and off from across his mouth when he had gotten up. Hanging from his face like some strange necklace, it still clung to his skin and hair.

“I’m calling the police.” Nile spoke in the background. Both of their drunken slurs had disappeared under the stress of the situation.

“No!” Joe choked out from his place on the floor while rocking Nicky in his arms.

“Joe, we gotta call somebody,” Nile said as she gestured toward the scene in front of all of them.

“Call…” he scrunched his face up in thought trying desperately to compartmentalize and create a triage of the tasks he had before him. This night had truly gone to shit.

If they called 911, there was a good chance that an unfriendly face might show up too. He wanted to talk to Andy. But, with Nicky still passed out in his arms he felt at a loss of what he should do next.

“Call Andy.” Booker said from his place on the floor beside Nicky and Joe. Beginning to gently remove the tape from around Nicky's head. Having found some scissors on top of Joe’s desk, he had decided that cutting off a little hair was the best of his limited options.

“Nicolo. Destati. Please open your eyes. Please.”

With a broken moan, Joe watched as Nicky’s eyes finally fluttered open.

“Yusuf.” Nicky answered back, bringing his newly freed hands to wipe away the tears that were streaming down Joe’s cheeks. “My head hurts.”

Then like a dam breaking he clutched at Joe around the middle, buried his face into Joe’s stomach, and began to cry in earnest while speaking quickly. A strange mixture of English, Arabic, and Italian that Booker had come to think of as Nicky and Joe’s own language.

Joe felt his heart breaking as Nicky began to apologize in between sobs. Something about the door being unlocked and his gun.

How could Nicky think any of this was his fault. He was the one who hadn’t told Nicky about the threats or been home to protect him.

But he just clutched at Nicky harder letting him cry and talk. Joe didn’t have the heart to interrupt him after having been forced into silence for the last few hours.

“Joe?” Booker asked softly.

“Andy is on her way.” Nile came to sit with them on the floor.

“He’s a cop.” Joe said looking at Keane’s dead body. Looking back to Nile, he asked, “What happened?”

“When I got up the stairs, he was shoving a gun at Nicky’s face.” Nile answered back shaking her head. “I didn’t even think. It was the only option I had.”

Nile, a family friend of Andy’s, had been temping as their secretary after recently coming home from her tour of duty as a marine. She was bright, funny, and quick witted. She had fit herself into this strange little family so easily. But, now Joe felt his heart swell with love.

“Thank you,” he choked out as more tears began running down his face hugging Nicky closer to him. He still had his face buried in Joe’s stomach, clutching at Joe as he was the only thing tethering him to reality.

“Shit, Joe. He really cold clocked you.” Nile said reaching up to get a better look at his face.

“You have some training in field medicine, yeah?” Joe asked as he let her fingers skim his face.

“A little.”

“Would you please look at Nicky?” Joe said bending down to whisper at Nicky to unwind himself from his middle.

“Come on Nicky, let Nile look at you.” Joe said as he finally got him to roll onto his back with a pained groan but with his head pillowed in Joe’s lap.

Having really been the first time to get a full view of Nicky all night, Joe soaked in the sight of the mottled bruises, dark black and blue in some places, deep purple in others. As they traveled from the top of his forehead down the length of his face and out toward his right ear and eye. Dried blood was crusted up around his ear and spots on his forehead and cheek where the skin had been split open. Then there was the blood from his split lip that came with its own set of nasty bruises.

Joe was at a loss for words. He felt a look of utter devastation flash across his face as he had to take a second to look away from the terrible scene before him.

“Joe.” Nicky said quietly below him. Pulling his eyes back down, Joe fell forward and placed his hands along both of Nicky's arms. Once more feeling a need to be tethered, Nicky returned in kind by finding his own connection to Joe’s arms.

For the first time all evening, when their eyes met, it wasn’t a look filled with despair and fear but with relief and hope.

Hissing though when he made contact, Nicky almost immediately pulled back. Lightly catching his hands, Joe saw for the first time all of the cuts, big and small, that had been made from the fight earlier.

“Nicky, what happened?”

More tears welling up in his eyes. “I broke the cat mug you made me.” A strangled half sob half laugh. “I loved that mug.”

Bringing his forehead down, Joe didn’t push Nicky on his half answer. “I’ll make you a new one. I’ll make you 100 new cat mugs.” He said back. Gently brushing his lips to Nicky, he felt wave after wave of love and relief roll off of him.

“Do you think we could be like that one day?” Joe heard Nile ask above him.

“Here, stare into my eyes lovingly for the next 24 hours. I think that will be a good start.” Booker answers back in a teasing tone.

Joe looks up at them with an unreadable look before barking out a short laugh. “You wish. Nicky and I practice staring lovingly into each other’s eyes for at least two hours everyday. You will never catch up.”

“I can bake an entire cake without ever looking away from his eyes.” Nicky mumbled on the floor, trying to move his face as little as possible as he spoke.

All of them looked down at Nicky before a small second of laughter from their little group seemed to help break apart the taut energy that was filling the air.

Still with a little half smile, Nile moves forward on her knees to get a better look at Nicky.

“Hey, Nicky. You look like you’ve seen better days.” He gave a small grunt, his eyes having fallen closed. “Will you open your eyes for me?” As he opened his eyes, she walked him through the motions of how many fingers she was holding up, tracking her finger as well as checking the reactivity of his pupils to light with her phone.

“Ok, so far so good. I’m gonna ask you a few questions now. Do you know what year it is?”

Nicky groaned before saying irritably, “2020, the year that just keeps getting worse.”

“Correct. Alright, can you tell me who the president is?”

“Nile! Please don’t make me say that terrible man’s name out loud.”

She gives a short laugh before moving on, “Fair. How about, can you tell me who your husband is?”

“Yusuf al-Kaysani.” A new voice in the room spoke out, startlingly everybody.

Looking up, Joe saw Andy standing in the doorway of his office with an expression on her face that was a combination of confused, worried, and tired. Joe also noticed a woman he had never met before had also arrived, standing just behind Andy at the door.

“Quynh?” Nile spoke out from the floor. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, we were having a very pleasant meal just a few blocks away. But….” Andy’s voice trailed off her eyes still moving and assessing her surroundings. “Why didn’t you call 911 yet?” A dead body and a hurt Nicky, something was seriously messed up about this situation.

Quynh had made her way into the room at this point before going over to look appraisingly at the body on the ground. “David Keane. He’s a dirty cop. And, one of the top errand boys for the Merrick crime family. His uncle is also the police commissioner and an old family friend of the Merrick family.” She mused as she turned back to the people behind her. Most of them staring up at her with a confused look on their faces.

“I work for the FBI. We’ve been tracking these people's movements for months now.” She answered back to their confused faces.

“So what are we supposed to do if we can’t call the cops?” Booker asked the million dollar question of the night.

“Quynh, can you call your people at the FBI? Maybe handle this as a federal investigation?” Andy bustled about going into her 'Boss' mode that Joe both loved and was terrified of as Quynh walked out of the office pulling out her phone. “What were you doing here, Joe?”

“He wanted me to destroy all of the evidence I had collected about my investigation into the dirty cops and Merrick connection. I don’t even know what they thought I had. You know what I had, there was nothing concrete or substantial. I had just finished deleting everything off my computer and was just finishing up with shredding hard copies when everything went to hell.”

Andy was using a pencil to open up the files still sitting next to the shredder. Face contemplative, “Booker, do you think you could recover whatever Joe just deleted?”

“Oh, I definitely can.”

“Nicky needs to go to a hospital.” Nile spoke, “I'm pretty sure he has a concussion.”

“Do you think you could go with Joe and Nicky to the hospital, Nile? I don’t know what exactly happened tonight, but the level of escalation that seems to have happened from dropping off pictures this morning to whatever just happened in this office makes me want a 24 protection on you two.”

“Boss, I think I should actually stick around. I am technically the one that shot him.”

“My partner Lykon is almost here. He can escort you guys to the hospital. I trust that man with my life, so, you’ll be in good hands.” Quynh said as she walked back into the office.

Everything became a blur after that for Joe as people began to arrive and move about his office. Eventually, Lykon showed up and took Joe and Nicky to the closest hospital to get both of them checked out.

Finally having their first quiet moment together all night, Joe found them sitting quietly in a private room, Lykon standing guard outside. Nicky was laying in bed dozing on and off. Joe sat in a chair off the side, both hands grasping at Nicky's bandaged hand, his forehead pressing gently against them.

Joe started as Nicky gasped awake, wild eyes moving quickly around the room.

“Hey, hey Nicolo, you’re safe.” Joe spoke as calmly as he could as he finally made eye contact with Nicky's crazed gaze. “We’re at the hospital, remember?”

Nicky closed his eyes, letting his head fall back while nodding. “I dreamed that he had shot you. That I wasn’t quick enough.” Nicky pulled in a shuddering breath.

“Sono qui,” Joe whispered into Nicky’s palm as he gently cupped it to his face.

“He grabbed your curls,” Nicky continued as he brought his other hand over to pet at the top of Joe’s head.

“He grabbed your hair too,” Joe said looking up to make meaningful eye contact with Nicky. “Do you wanna talk about what happened?”

Nicky began to shake his head no, but the movement turned into a shrug. “I don’t know if I can go back to the apartment.” He confessed, feeling slightly embarrassed when he heard the words come out of his mouth.

“Of, course, we will figure something out,” Joe agreed immediately.

“I… he…” Nicky tried to find the words to explain how the man had now made him feel terror each time he thought about his home. Their perfect small kitchen full of soft touches now made his chest feel tight with the thought of being trapped in it. Their hardwood floors, he now had intimate knowledge of what it felt like to have his face smashed into it, repeatedly. That meal he had cooked, the thought of it now making his stomach turn.

But, he could feel more tears begin falling from his eyes and knew he didn’t have the words yet to describe what had happened tonight.

“We will figure it out hayati,” Joe smiled up at Nicky. “I am just so glad you are awake. As much as I like watching you sleep...”

“Bed head?” Nicky answered back with a smile. “Joe, I love you so much.” Despite the ache in his hands, Nicky tightened his grip on Joe’s.

“I love you too,” he answered back.

For the first time all night, Joe actually felt himself relax. He wasn’t gonna say it out loud yet, but their lives were about to change in ways he didn’t have the mental capacity to imagine. But, whatever happened, there was absolutely nobody else he would want to do it with.

“So, Booker and Nile? Who saw that coming?” Nicky mumbled sleepily with a small smile on his face.

With a laugh, Joe answered back, “Did hear how she yelled at me?”

fin

LOVED Nicky in this and how he essentially saved the day (kudos to Nile too but Nicky untying himself like that? UNREAL) when he was a) completely incapacitated and b) literally the most defenseless out of all of them. What a sweet ending! Thank you for writing this

(prompter again)

Heck yes! Go Nicky! I loved how you worked the fight scenes from the movie into your story and of course how much our boys love each other!

Great job! Thank you for sharing!

(Filler here)

I am so excited and love how much you have enjoyed my fill of this prompt!!!

Thank you so much for giving my brain the push it finally needed to write down some of my imaginary worlds!!!!

This was so wonderful! I've already left a comment after chapter 2 but I've to say again that this was so wonderful! Would you consider writing a follow up? I mean, they have each other and the comfort at the end was just perfect but I would love how they deal with more than the immediate aftermath. That and I love this Nicky/Joe pairing in this world to pieces :)

(Filler here)

I have the ideas of a sequel kinda thought out... what I am finding in actually writing down my fanfic ideas is that they never really end haha

I do think that writing a sequel would be a fun way to push my abilities because it would mostly be a lot more comfort than hurt

I am so glad that so many people have enjoyed this little universe I have created as much as I have!!!!! :)

Do you need an AO3 invitation? I still have some leftover

(Filler here)

I got my invitation this morning. So, hopefully it will be up soon. Thanks for the offer tho!!

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