#commander hicks

- This man is going to take such good care of you.

- He loves to draw you a bubble bath when you’re not feeling well, adding in your favorite essential oils and bath salts, and bubbles to spruce things up.

- He’s helping strip you down and neatly sets your clothes aside, making a note to start the laundry while you’re sick. He has to take care of his baby.

- He’s kissing your cheek and forehead before helping you into the tub, watching you sink into the bubbles and smiling when you ask him to join.

- He undresses slowly, taking his time because he knows you’re watching and admiring, even as you’re sniffling.

- He sinks down behind you and wraps his strong arms around you, husky voice in your ear. “Just relax, sweetheart. Close your eyes and relax.”

- At first you’re dozing on and off, the warmth and feel of his strong chest behind you making you sleepy. But he has other plans to make you feel better.

- He showers your neck and shoulder in kisses, hands sliding over your stomach and squeezing the soft flesh before letting a hand dip between your thighs.

- Your legs spread instinctively, eyes still closed as you bend a knee and give him access. You can feel his smile against your skin as his fingers ghost over your clit, circling slowly and speaking low in your ear.

- “That’s my good girl. Keep those legs spread for me.”

- A soft whine slipped past your lips, your sounds hoarse from being sick. He hummed softly and eased a finger into you, curling it and stroking at your inner walls.

- “That’s it, baby, just relax. Let me take care of you.”

- You moaned softly and opened your eyes, looking up at him from where your head rested on his shoulder, jaw going slack and toes curling as a second finger slid into you.

- His eyes studied your face as a smirk curled his lips, pushing his fingers deep and grazing that sweet spot relentlessly.

- Your juices coated his fingers as he pleasured you, his palm grazing your clit as he hummed and kissed your cheek, voice soft in your ear.

- “That’s my sweet girl, let me hear you.. Taking it so well.”

- Your breathing picked up and hitched in your throat, a choked groan filling the bathroom as he kept up the relentless pace. Your hands held tight to his arm as your hips ground down on his fingers.

- “You gonna cum? Go ahead, baby, let me hear you.”

- His voice was so low, so assertive and in control, the knot finally snapped in your gut as you came. Moaning and whining as you writhed in his arms, his voice purring in your ear as his fingers pumped relentlessly into your soaked cunt.

- “That’s it, such a pretty girl. Cumming all over my fingers..”

"As amusing as that would be for me personally," says Hicks in the driest possible tone, "I don't wish to have a civilian pretending to be SWAT and allowing him access to the inner workings of the place. Also, no offense Tommy, but I don't think you're up to the rigor of SWAT duty."

"None taken, sir."

"I bet Luca would be the first to notice it's you and not me," Rocker tells his brother.

Shrugging in agreement, Tommy sticks his hands into his pocket. "Guess you'll be my house guest for the next six weeks."

"Do you have your belongings?" Hicks asks. "I'll have Stevens grab your things for you from your locker if not."

Rocker frowns. "Tommy, the nurse was saying that someone left behind a duffel. Can you check that drawer?"

There is only a change of clothes and a book - Metro 2033 - in the bag. "I kept my phone and apartment keys in that bag too," Rocker says.

Hicks grumbles under his breath and then says, "I'll ask around to see who has your things. In the meantime, Tommy, send me your number and address - here's my card - and get your place ready for your brother."

"Sure. Good to see you, sir."

"It's good to see you again too, kid. And if you ever want to switch from LAFD to LAPD, I'd be happy to get you into SWAT academy. Can't hurt to have an extra human tank on the teams."

"With his luck, I'll end up on Hondo's team and outperform Donny in everything," Tommy jokes.

Rocker scoffs but says nothing. After Hicks leaves, Tommy drops into a chair next to the bed and takes out his phone. "Alright, what do you need from your place?"

"My reading glasses, my electric toothbrush, my toothpaste because yours is too minty, underwear of my own, the sketchbook i left I think on the kitchen peninsula or in the workspace in the guestroom. It's the one with the Superman drawing on the first page. Oh, and my pencils."

Tommy narrows his eyes at his twin. "You're such a hassle."

Rocker raises his eyebrows, then winces. "i'm injured, you ass."

"How did you get hit in the head anyway?"

Groaning, Rocker says, "Big, heavy chain with one of those huge hooks. Came swinging at us out of nowhere. Caught my shoulder and then my head. Thank God for helmets."

"And thick skulls."

"That too."

What Rocker doesn't share is that the instant he saw the metal hook, his immediate thought was that it would hit the back of Deacon's head. That much weight at that velocity would have shattered his vertebrae after it snapped his skull forward.

So Rocker just lunged forward to take the impact instead.

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When Hicks comes back to HQ with news that Rocker is awake and alright, there is a cheer of relief.

"Also, who brought his things down to the hospital?" he asks. "His phone and keys aren't in there."

Deacon raises his hand. "I have his things. I'll bring them down to the hospital."

"You can pass the things to Stevens," the commander says. "Fairly sure the hospital will discharge him into his brother's care before the end of the day, and 20-Squad's just starting your shift."

Is that reluctance on Deacon's face? Hicks frowns, but brushes the observation aside when Deacon pulls out a smaller bag and hands it to Stevens. As the men and women go on their duties, Hicks retires to his office to update the paperwork for Rocker.

Maybe he should have promoted Deacon to 50-David instead of Rocker. Deacon is steadfast and calm, and commands respect effortlessly. Rocker is good, in his own way: observant, focused on the job, determined. But nearly every newbie that is posted to 50-Squad challenges his authority and he has to stomp on their egos a few times before they listen. Deacon would not have had that problem.

Scoffing at his own bias, Hicks opens the necessary documents. He needs to sign off on so many forms that he's already bored thinking about them.