Opposites Attract

Bloodhound

A/N:
GUYS I AM SO SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I UPDATED. I'VE BEEN DEALING WITH A BUNCH OF SHIT NOT TO MENTION I JUST MOVED. JUST BEAR WITH ME GUYS:) AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE SUPPORT ON THE STROY!!

FRANKY'S POV

I glanced at my watch. Gidge would be home in ten minutes which should give me enough time to finish cooking dinner. I was so bored today without her here that I cleaned the entire house. I never thought I could miss the absence of one person so much, but I do.

I was putting the finishing touches on the spaghetti when the door finally opened.

Fucking finally.

"Hey baby." Gidge said, walking over and pulling me in for a kiss.

"Bout time you're home. I was going crazy without you."

"Awe did you miss me?" She teased, before walking behind me and sliding her arms around my waist.

"Nuh." I said with a smile.

"Dinner looks great babe." She told me, pressing a kiss to my neck.

I leaned back into her.

"If you keep doing that, then I'm gonna have to take you back to the bedroom and then dinner will be cold." I said.

"We wouldn't want that." She whispered in my ear.

I felt her hands slide under my shirt and across my stomach.

"Dammit woman, cut it out." I laughed, gentle pushing her away. "Let me finish dinner so we aren't hungry."

"Well maybe I'm hungry for something else." She said with a smirk.

"Gidge I swear to god." I said, trying not to laugh.

She chuckled, walking over to the door to put her coat away.

"You're right." She said. "You spent so much time making dinner. We shouldn't let it go to waste."

As she turned back to face me, I noticed there was something off about her. If she was upset, that would explain her need for attention.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

She sighed.

"Ferguson was remanded at Wentworth." She told me.

I gasped.

"No fucking way."

"And..." She continued. "...she asked after you."

"No fucking way!"

"She said she could smell you on me."

I laughed.

"Babe, she's not a beagle. Don't let her get in your head."

"I just...need to get out of these clothes." She muttered, starting to walk away.

I walked over and grabbed her hand, stopping her.

"There's something else." I said. "I can see it in your face. What is it?"

"Nothing I want to get into right now." She said, giving my hand a squeeze.

"You can tell me." I said quietly.

"She just...knew some things about me that she shouldn't. I have no idea how she knows."

"The Freak knows a lot of things that she shouldn't. She's a pychopath." I pointed out, pulling my girlfriend into   a hug.

She leaned into me.

"Yeah I know. And I know I shouldn't let It get to me, but it's hard. I can't get her out of my damn head sometimes." Gidget said.

I tightened my grip around her.

"Believe me, I know the feeling," I told her.
",that manipulative bitch has been after me for months. I dont know what she found about about you or how she knows, but I can tell it's really bothering you. If you want to talk about it, I'm here."

She smiled, placing a kiss on my lips before pulling away.

"Thanks baby. I appreciate it. But I'm gonna get out of these clothes and then eat some of that delicious dinner you made."

****

It was about an hour and a half later and I was finishing up the dishes while Gidge layed on the couch. Dinner was rather quiet. She hasn't told me what it was The Freak said to her, but it was obviously something awful. I wanted to say or do something to make her feel better, but I didnt know what. I hated feeling so powerless.

I put the last few dishes in the dishwasher and started it. I walked back into where gidge was laying down. I lifted her head and sat down on the couch, lowering her head down and onto my lap.

We didn't say anything for awhile as I sat, stroking her hair. Finally, after a good ten minutes, Gidget spoke up.

"I interviewed Ferguson today. I was supposed to ask her questions and proved she was a psychopath and should stay in protection so she was isolated. But she knew how to answer them. The way she knew what to say...it was as if she studied psychology."

"The Freak probably did. She's prepared for everything." I said.

"It wasn't just that." Gidge continued.
"She got into my head and made it so the whole interview was useless. I dont want to get into what exactly she told me right now, but the fact that she knows it, is terrifying."

"God I fucking hate her. I wanna kill the bitch." I muttered.

And for the first time ever, Gidge didn't scold me for saying that.

A/N:
HOPE IT WAS AN ALRIGHT CHAPTER! I PROMISE THE NEXT ONE WILL BE LONGER. IF YOU GUYS HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS, FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENTS OR PM ME! <3