New York
Warehouse
"This was definitely The Punisher" I say rubbing the back of my head looking at all the dead drug dealers.
"We should start making him do the paperwork for all this shit huh sgt. Mahoney" one of my fellow officers groaned patting me on the back with a chuckle before going off to finish what needed done.
Sighing I looked around and tried not to kick something. Not only did I believe in upholding the law, he was right every time the punisher did this it was a headache. Paper work, press conferences, the DA asking why he has been caught yet.
Shaking the thought of what's to come I looked closer at a trail of blood leading out the door. This wasn't the bad guys blood it was Franks.
Out of nowhere my heart starts beating fast. And all I could think was Franks in trouble.
Like my body was on autopilot, I acted like I had seen all I needed to and left the scene and got into my car.
Looking around I noticed a little blood on the street just ahead of me. And figured that must means he had his van facing that way.
Starting up my car I headed down the street, I knew it wouldn't be close, he wouldn't be that stupid. But just Incase he was thinking someone would think that I looked at every motel parking lot I passed.
Finally about ten miles away from the crime scene I finally spotted his black van. "Glad I followed my instincts and decided to go some backroads than double back if I had to" I mutter as I pull in.
"Now which room are you in" I say out loud" looking around I notice blood drops in-front of a door three doors down from where he's parked.
The flick of his curtain told me he saw me "dammit" I growled parking and just waited.
And just like I thought about ten minutes later, grasping his side like he just came out of a Resident Evil game. Frank approaches my window.
"Is there something you need officer" he says smugly trying to hide the pain
"You look like shit" I say, holding back the urge to put my hand on his face.
"Well if you need nothing I'll be going, but if you want to come in I'll leave the door unlocked for ten minutes" he says with a wryly grin and walks off
I feel my face get warm. Did I imaging the lust I saw in his eyes? Was it just a playing of lights?
"Fucking castle" I say rolling up my window and getting out of the car the second he closes his. Locking up I go inside.
As I walk in, my breath takes as I see him sitting at the end of the bed trying to get the gash across his side.
Unlike last time I'm unable to resist and run to his side "let me get this" to my surprise after just a few seconds look he hands me the sewing kit.
I work in silence albeit the grunts he makes every so often. Making my whole body fill with worry each time.
I sighed in relief when I was finally done. Though I didn't get up instead I stayed crouched in front of him, running my fingers across the bandage I had put over the stitching.
Gently caressing it, he hissed as I touched a delicate spot and put his hand over mine.
Without even thinking I entwine my fingers with his. Relieved he didn't pull back I sighed. And than silence fell over the room.
