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Waverly was on her way to the police station when her phone rang, she looked down at the caller ID seeing Wynonna’s face flash up on the screen. She juggled the phone and a bag with Nicole’s lunch as she stepped out of her Jeep.
She answered the phone as she walks into the station. “Wynonna, hey,” she says, balancing the phone between her shoulder and her ear. “What’s up? I kinda have my hands full here,” she says as she walks towards the bullpen.
“Nicole’s been taken… again,” Wynonna says. “We’re gonna go get her now. Where are you?”
“I’m at the police station, here to drop off her lunch,” Waverly says, a little in shock. “You in the office?” she asks.
“Yeah, babygirl, come on.” She hangs up, and walks into the old Black Badge offices.
“Where is she, Wynonna?”
Her older sister winces slightly a little afraid to answer. “So, she kind of went on a surveillance mission for us and got a little bit caught.”
“Why didn’t anyone tell me she was going?!” Waverly asks incredulously. “She’s my wife, I need to know theses things.”
“We didn’t want to worry you over something so simple,” Wynonna defends.
“Oh, you are both in so much trouble when we get her back, you have no idea.”
She answers the phone, letting out a sigh of relief at hearing her wife’s voice. “You okay there, baby?” she asks.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine, honey bun. These guys are amateurs they have no clue what’s coming for them,” Nicole replies.
“Did you tell them to leave that pretty face alone?” Waverly jokes.
“Oh, I tried, Hotstuff, they just didn’t want listen-” She’s cut off by a sharp punch to her cheek. She chuckles, “Oh, you’re really gonna get it now. My wife really doesn’t like it when you touch the face,” earning another punch this time to her stomach.
There’s some rustling on the other end of the phone and then a male voice comes through. “Listen up, Earp. Either you bring your sister’s precious little Peacemaker or I start cutting bits off your cop.” He hangs up abruptly, leaving Waverly both concerned and angry.
“She’ll be in their house, ground floor, and they have guns. They’ll be at least two guarding her and a couple more on the perimeter. Let’s go,” Waverly says, grabbing her shotgun and starting to walk out, followed closely by Dolls and Wynonna.
“Hey, wait!” Jeremy calls to them before they can leave. “How’d you get all that from that conversation?” he questions.
“We have a code,” Waverly says simply, continuing out the door towards her jeep.
“Oh, right,” Jeremy says still unsure of what Nicole said that was in code.
“Jerbear, you can’t be married for 5 years in this line of work and not have a code with your wife. Especially with how many times Haughtshot has gotten herself kidnapped over the years,” Wynonna adds.
“We’re gonna go now, okay? I’m sure they’ll let you in on it some day,” she finishes with a wink and follows Waverly. “Ooh, we gonna kick some demon ass,” she says excitedly.
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They drive up to the ranch house, the outside eerily quiet. They step out of the car, Dolls taking point. “Waverly, you go in the front, try and keep them distracted but be careful. Wynonna we’ll go round the back and take out anyone not guarding Nicole.”
They both nod, separating, Waverly going to the front door as the others went round the back.
“You shouldn’t have come here, bitch!” the man shouts, gun pointed at Waverly as soon as she steps into the living room.
“Hey! That’s my wife have some fucking respect, man!” Nicole defends, though it doesn’t come across very threatening while she’s tied to a chair.
“Hey, cutie, how’re you doing?” Waverly asks her wife, ignoring the gun point at her head.
“Eh,” Nicole shrugs as best she can with her hands tied to the arm rests. “I’ve been better. This asshole is kinda shitty at kidnapping people, gave everything away honestly,” she says with an eye-roll.
“He really didn’t listen about your perfect face did he?” Waverly pouts.
“I told him, baby, he didn’t wanna listen.”
“Hey!” the man shouts, finally tired of being ignored. “What the fuck are you even talking about?” he demands. “You’re gonna put your fucking gun down and get your hands up,” he says, waving the gun around in front of him.
“I’m gonna kick your ass for messing up my wife’s face, shitticket!” Waverly says.
She lifts her gun, ready to shoot when Wynonna and Dolls storm in behind him. The noise spooks the man, his gun goes off firing a bullet into the wall behind Waverly’s head. She lets out a scream in surprise, bringing the butt of her gun up to the mans face and hitting him hard.
He goes down hard falling next to Nicole’s chair. “Nice shot, baby!” she cheers smiling up at her wife.
“High five, babygirl,” Wynonna says, holding up her hand as she moves further into the room.
Waverly steps forward meeting her sister’s hand with a grin. “I know, right?” she says.
In moving to her sister Waverly misses the demon pulling himself up form the floor. Before anyone can move he plunges a knife through Nicole’s right hand, pinning it to the arm of the chair.
Nicole lets out a pained scream as Waverly and Wynonna jump into action. “Holy shit! He fucking stabbed me. What the fuck?!” Wynonna pulls the demon back towards Dolls.
Waverly rushes to her side, hands hovering over the knife and her wife’s face trying to calm her down. “Baby! Shit, okay I got you, we got this.” She unties Nicole’s arms, finally freeing her.
“Dude, her hand? You know how important that is to lesbians, right? Asshole,” Wynonna mutters, as she and Dolls pull the demon away from Nicole, dragging him outside.
“Okay, cutie, I’m gonna have to pull this out, ready?” Waverly asks knelling in front of her wife.
“What? No, baby, please don’t. It’s fine, just leave it there, it’s all good,” Nicole rambles, panicking.
“It’s gotta come out, baby.” Waverly leans up to press a kiss to her forehead. “I’m so sorry, this is gonna hurt.” She grips the handle of the knife her other hand holding Nicole’s wrist still. “Okay, one… two… THREE!” She pulls the knife out causing a scream from the woman in the chair.
“Shit, I thought it hurt going in, damn. Holy shit, I’m gonna need a minute, and a helluva lotta whisky,” Nicole says, cradling her injured hand against her chest.
Waverly strips out her jacket and gently takes Nicole’s bleeding hand, wrapping the fabric tightly around it. “It’s okay, baby, I got you.” She puts her arm round Nicole’s waist pulling her up. “Come on, let’s get you to the hospital.”
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“My poor, baby,” Waverly says, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on the back of Nicole’s bandaged hand. They had made it back to the homestead with only a thankfully brief trip to the hospital for Nicole.
Nicole hisses slightly at the light touch. “Sorry, it hurts still.”
“Of course it does, Nic, you got stabbed through the hand! He is so lucky Wynonna sent his demon ass back down to hell cus I would’ve made him so sorry he crossed my baby!” Waverly says clenching her fists and getting angry again.
“Hey, baby, it’s okay. I’m okay,” Nicole attempts to calm her wife, cupping her cheek with her good hand. “You saved me, that’s what’s important, right? That we’re all okay?”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Waverly says with a smile. “It’s a shame, though,” -she shifts one leg over Nicole’s, climbing into her lap, her hands coming up to play with soft hair- “That he had to hurt your right hand.” She pecks the redhead softly on the lips, pulling back to say, “I really like that what that hand can do, babe,” she pouts.
Nicole grins up at her wife bringing her hands to rest on Waverly’s thighs, fingertips skimming the hem of her shorts. “Oh yeah?” she asks in a hushed voice, lips brushing Waverly’s.
The brunette nods, and lets out a little whine. “It’s so not fair.”
“Oh, I’m sure we can figure something out, baby,” Nicole says, leaning in to connect their lips again. “I’m pretty sure I can still make you see stars with my left hand.” She smirks against soft lips, then pulls her in for a deep kiss, hands running over her hips to her ass.
“Let’s put that to the test then, baby,” Waverly says, pulling on red hair to get Nicole to tip her head back, lips moving down to her neck. She brings her lips up to Nicole’s ear, whispering hotly, “Take me to bed, baby.”
Nicole doesn’t have to be asked twice, swiftly picking her wife up and walking her up the stairs.