New York  
by mardel
nc-17
Romance about Bailey's life before Sam.



Bailey's second office of assignment was his home town, New York city. 
He moved back to his mother's place until he found an apartment he could 
afford. He spent most of his time working any way, so all he did was sleep
and change clothes at the family home. 

"Malone."
"Bailey is that really you? Tony told me you were back in town and that you 
were an FBI agent now. I didn't believe him."
"Peggy? It has been a long time, how are you?" Bailey was surprised to hear from
her, they had broken up when he was in college. 
" I'm in trouble and you're the only person I could think of that might be able to
help me."
"What kind of trouble Peggy?"
"I can't talk about it on the phone, could you meet me somewhere?"
"Yeah, I can meet you in an hour, where?"
"The coffee shop near campus, you remember?"
"I'll see you there in one hour." Bailey was worried, Peggy had friends he hadn't approved of, it was one of the things they fought about. He prayed she hadn't gotten
in to trouble because of her trusting nature.

Peggy was waiting for him, it had been six years since she had seen him. He looked
fantastic. She was glad he was the one to hug her, because she didn't have the nerve
to initiate a hug. He was same Bailey she remembered, caring and strong, a combination
that was hard to find. 

Bailey had noticed Peggy standing outside the coffee shop at once. She had always
been easy to locate, with her height and blonde hair. He hugged her in greeting,
" Let's go inside." Bailey opened the door for her. 
"Bailey you look good, working for the government must agree with you."
She smiled. 
"You look wonderful, now tell me what the problem is?" Bailey asked once they
had gotten coffee and taken seats at a table in the corner. 
"You were right, those people from college, Chet and Heather, they are into drugs.
Heather is my roommate, we have been sharing an apartment for two years. But
I'm sure Chet is dealing, cocaine."
"You can't keep living there, you will be charged as an accessory if he is busted."
"I know that, I've been staying with friends the past few weeks. I've even found
a new apartment. I was thinking you might need a place if you are just back to
town?"
Bailey was surprised, she was almost asking him to live with her. He smiled, 
" This is a two bedroom apartment?"
' Yes, of course." 
"There isn't someone else you could ask to share it with you?"
"I don't trust my own judgment anymore, I can't swing the rent on my own."
"I can share the rent with you, but I can't be on the lease. I'll agree to this arrangement
if you promise not to bring any more of those people home with you."
"Promise, it's a deal." Peggy smiled. 
"Why don't you have a boy friend or a husband, you wanted kids?"
"My last boyfriend and I just broke up a few months ago. I thought he was going
to be mister right. I was wrong." 
"I'm sorry, what are you doing for a living now?"
"I work for an advertising firm, thinking up new adds for Jello and Ford." 
"Do you like it?"
"I  love it Bailey, I thrive on the pressure of deadlines." 

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::


Bailey moved his clothes and a few personal items into the apartment two weeks 
later. Peggy had furniture and kitchen things already. The apartment was only a
ten minute subway ride away from the federal building. 
Bailey recruited one of the other single agents to help him move Peggy's couch
and furniture. 
" I really appreciate your help, I'll have you over for dinner one night if you like."
Peggy was holding the door for the men as they carried in her sofa. 
"No problem, I'm glad to help." Mike Hanson smiled at Peggy. 
"Stop flirting with my roommate and keep moving." Bailey yelled from the hallway.
"Yeah, keep your pants on Malone." 

Peggy had ice tea for the men, or beer but she knew Bailey had never liked beer
much. They were carrying the last few boxes of kitchen stuff up, Bailey's shirt
was stuck to him from perspiration. Peggy had to keep reminding herself that he
was only going to be her roommate, not her lover. But his chest was clearly visible
through the open neck of his shirt. She remembered what the rest of him looked like.
Bailey had always had a magnificent build. All muscles and dark hair. 

" Thank you," she handed each man a tall glass of ice tea. 
Bailey took his and downed half in one huge swallow. Peggy watched, her eyes glued
to him. 
"I have beer too, if you would prefer?" 
"This is great, thanks," Mike took a seat on the couch, "This is a nice place, I wouldn't
mind a apartment in this building myself." 
"If something comes open I'll let you know." 
  
::::::::::::::::::

"Bailey I guess we need to discuss the rules."
"Rules?"
" You know you said you didn't want me to bring home any of my flaky friends."
"Right, what other rules are there?"
"I don't mind if you bring home a date, we are all adults. But I'd like some warning.
I'll stay in my bedroom or work late or something."
"I promise to warn you if I plan on bringing anyone home." 

:::::::::::::::::::::::

Bailey had thought Peggy might still be interested in him as a lover. But she seemed 
to still be recovering from her last relationship. She was pleasant to be with, she was
talkative and friendly, but she didn't touch him. Ever. Even accidentally. He began to
notice after a few weeks. They had been friends before they had become lovers in
college. Peggy had been a toucher, his arm, his shoulder. She leaned into him when
they were seated in the lecture hall. She hugged him when she was excited or happy.
Now other than that first day, Bailey couldn't think of a single time she had touched
him. He was worried about her, as far as he could tell she wasn't dating. 

"Peggy, do you have a minute?"
"Sure, what do you need?"
"I want you to come in here and talk to me." Bailey was standing in the hall
between the kitchen and living room. 
"Is there something wrong?"
"That's what I want to ask you. What has happened Peggy? What did your last
boyfriend do to you?"
"Nothing, what are you talking about?" Peggy was suddenly on the defense.
Bailey moved forward, thinking she was about to run from the room.
"Sit down, relax I just want to know what happened." 
He wanted to take her in his arms and hold her. Tell her everything would  be alright.
But if he didn't know what had traumatized her. 
Peggy took a seat on the edge of the chair, her morning coffee clutched in her hands.
It was Sunday morning, Bailey had picked now so they would have time. 
"Tell me Peggy. I want to help."
She sighed, and looked at him. She wished she had never broken up with him. 
"Ever since college, you went to Nam. I haven't picked a man that was right for
me. The last one beat me up."
"I'm sorry, have you been to counseling?"
"No."
"It might help, I can find out who the good counselors are if you want?"
Bailey offered. 
Peggy looked over at him, he was so perfect, she stilled loved him. She did
want to go back to how it had been between them. She put her coffee mug
down and approached him. Taking his coffee from him, she reached up to
kiss him. Bailey wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He responded
to her tentative kiss. Peggy was lost in the taste of Bailey, the wonderful feel of
his strong arms around her. He took control of the kiss when she faltered. 
He touched his mouth to hers, their lips joined, testing tasting. She opened her
self to him, he was gentle. 
"Bailey, I still love you."
He pulled her up into a tighter embrace. His mouth covering hers, his tongue 
probing the inside of her mouth. Peggy moaned, and he was lost. He lifted her
into his arms. "Let me love you sweetheart?" 
"Yes, I want you too." Peggy slipped her arms around his neck. 
Bailey carried her to her bed, and placed her on her feet. He buried his large hands   
in her hair and kissed her deeply. Peggy responded, with Bailey there was no fear. 
"Take your shirt off, let me see you." 
Bailey lifted the Fordham sweat shirt off over his head. Peggy smiled and lifted both
hands to his powerful chest. " I  have always loved your build."
Bailey watched her eyes as she caressed him, seeing her pleasure was making him
aroused. The front of his sweat pants bulging with his huge erection. 
Peggy slipped her robe off. Bailey kissed her deeply again, moving them to lay on
the bed. He eased the strap of her night gown down and kissed her chest, then her
breast until he had captured her nipple in his mouth. His hands pulling her gown 
off, as he suckled her. 
"Oh Bailey"
Peggy was weak beneath him, he was bringing her to climax before he was even
joined to her. Bailey slipped his pants off, and pressed his hardness against her
soft opening. Peggy arched to meet his first thrust forward. 
"Easy, sweetheart don't rush." he eased forward until he was buried deep. 
Then he began, building their pleasure. Peggy was urging him faster, but he 
kept to his pace, making her climax twice before groaning out his own release.
Bailey gathered her to his chest and wrapped an arm around her. 

:::::::::::::::::::::::::

They fell into their old ways. When ever Bailey knew he would be done with
work he would call Peggy and they would arrange to have dinner somewhere
together. They didn't share the same bed every night. But he did wake up one
Saturday to find she had joined him in his bed. 
" Miss me?"
"I  wanting to be close to you. Do you mind?"
"No, why would I mind? Waking up to a beautiful woman in my bed."
Bailey moved so she could rest her head on his shoulder. Peggy preferred
to rest her cheek on his chest, reaching to stroke the other side of his chest.
She was content to cuddle, she wasn't demanding he make love to her.
Bailey was the one who became aroused. 
" Peggy sweetheart?"
"Yes," she answered half asleep in his embrace 
"I need you." He rolled her on to her back and straddled her body. His full erection
pressed against her abdomen. Bailey rubbed his throbbing cock against her. Building
his arousal to even greater hardness. 
" You feel so hard, don't you need to mount me?"
"In a minute." He groaned as he positioned his swollen organ, then thrust hard
and deep. 
Peggy cried out at the suddenness of his actions. But she wrapped her legs 
around is body and arched to meet his thrusting hips. Bailey brought her to
swift climax, and then followed her with a powerful climax of his own. 
They lay together for several minutes. 
"Where is the strangest place you have made love?"
"Nothing more strange than a car when I was in high school."
"Have you ever done it when you were in the room with other people?"
"No, have you?"
"No, but I've always wanted to do it somewhere in public. The excitement
of possibility getting caught would be thrilling."   
"Like where?" Bailey asked, not sure he was going to like her answer. 
"Oh, on the subway, or the top of the Empire State building."
"It would have to be quick, and it couldn't be very satisfying in those places."
"Would you be willing to try it?" Peggy asked leaning up to look at his face.
"Do you have a third choice?" Bailey asked sorry he had ever asked.

"How about Grand Central Station?" Peggy teased him.
"That would be do able."
"You're kidding me now." 
"Get dressed." 

Peggy couldn't believe it, he was serious. She should never have challenged
him to this. 
They took the subway into town and transferred to the line that went to
Grand Central. 
"Bailey I was just teasing you, we don't have to do this."
"You're the one who wanted to do it in a public place. I'm just trying to
keep you happy." 
Bailey had staked out Grand Central several times and he knew all the
places that where out of the way. There was very little chance of them
being caught. He knew most of the security guys if they did get picked up.
Peggy followed him to the entrance to the huge building. 
"Do you want to try standing or look for a empty bench somewhere?"
He was teasing her now. 
"I don't know." 
Bailey led her to the place he had picked out, it was a little out of
the way spot under the side staircase. You could hear all the noise of
the crowds but no one could see you. He kissed Peggy, pulling her lower
body into contact with is groin. He wasn't aroused yet. Peggy welcomed
his kisses, but she was afraid he was really going to do it. 
She had worn a skirt and no panties, Bailey never wore underwear.
He cupped her ass in one large hand and moved his now growing erection
against her. He had only had sex once before standing up, it hadn't been
very satisfying. 
"Peggy this was your idea, relax and enjoy." 
Bailey lifted her skirt front and unzipped his pants. He rubbed his cock head
against her opening. "Lift a leg around my waist." 
Peggy reached an arm around his neck and helped him to slide inside. He felt
huge to her. He was thrusting fast and hard, her back against the wall.
But he was making her feel him, even as he pumped into her. She reached a 
climax just as he groaned, and ejaculated. Bailey kissed her, she had found some
pleasure. 
" That was great." 
"Good, now let's go home." 
Bailey helped her to straighten her skirt, and zipped himself back in his pants.
"Why are you so good to me?" Peggy asked as they were waiting for the subway
train. 
" Because I love you, and I care about you." Bailey smiled at her, her hand clasped
in his. 
"I love you too, but I never expected you to come back into my life." 
"You're stuck with me now." He leaned down to kiss her quickly. 

end (at least for now)

( It wouldn't be until a year later that Peggy would die at the hands of a serial
killer. One of the reasons Bailey became so interested in the profiling field in
years to come. )