Status: 2 Shot
Caught
1
Sidney rose from his seat in an office of some guy he hardly knew, “I think we’re finished here.”
“Sid,” the man stood too, trying to calm down the 5’11 hockey player.
“It’s Mr. Crosby,” Sidney stated as he stormed from the office.
He turned the corner and ran into a familiar face, “Sidney?” the feminine voice he both loved and hated at the same time asked.
“Molly,” he sighed in somewhat relief.
“what’s wrong? Sid, let’s go talk in my office.”
“I…I can’t. I have to go.”
With that Sidney was off.
He stomped out to his car and sped to his place in the city. He lived with the Lemieux family most of
the time, but still kept his condo in downtown Pittsburgh for nights he got in late and didn’t feel like
making the longer drive. He also kept it for other purposes, purposes he thought were kept quiet
but he now knew they weren’t.
Sidney was called into Steve’s office, a newer media guy who worked for the Penguins. Sidney
didn’t like him and he didn’t like the things he had heard about him from others in the front offices.
Walking into Steve’s office, Sidney knew it wasn’t a friendly type of meeting, especially when he was
told to close the door. Steve sat at his desk with a folder in front of him and a wicked smile on his
lips, “So, Sid how’s it going?”
“Fine,” Sidney answered slowly.
“Well, I have some information for you that I don’t think you want getting out to the public,” Steve
slid the folder Sidney’s way.
He leaned forward and slowly opened up the file in front of him, “What’s this?”
“You know what it is,” Steve chuckled.
Sidney flipped through the photos and then closed the file, “Why wouldn’t I want this getting out?”
“Because of your reputation and hers.”
Sidney heard the door open as he stripped from his clothes, preparing for a long shower. He knew
the footsteps, the light, but confident and demanding footsteps of the person he didn’t want to face.
“What’s going on?” Molly asked as she leaned against the doorframe, “What was your meeting with
Steve all about?”
“Not now Molly,” he clenched his jaw.
“You’re mad.”
“I’m fucking fuming,” he turned to her.
After nearly a year of telling her that she was beautiful out of her suit jackets, Molly still donned
them on regular basis. From time to time she would wear a skirt that would show off her creamy,
toned legs, but always the blouses that were a size too big and a blazer that hid her beautiful
assets. No one knew, not his parents, Mario, or his teammates just how gorgeous their ‘average’
looking PR prodigy was.
“Tell me what’s going on or else I’ll go down to that bakery you love and buy three donuts bring
them here and eat it in front of you,” she let out her full laugh, the laugh that almost made him smile
at how genuine and real it was.
He needed to focus though, he needed to get his head in the right place before he confronted her
and told her all that had happened in the office just three doors down from hers.
“Molly, don’t fuck with me right now.”
“But I’m just an obnoxious Flyers’ fan, isn’t that what I’m best at?” she gave him a teasing smile.
He was gone, completely and utterly done at that moment.
Plopping on the bed behind him, he sighed, “Steve found out.”
“Found out what?” she questioned.
“About us,” he lied on his back but motioned between the two of them with his hand, “That for the
past year we’ve been…well, we’ve been doing what we’ve been doing.”
Look at who it is,” Steve nodded, “It’s Molly,” he said in a condescending tone.
“And?” Sidney asked.
“She’s nothing to really look at Sid, come on. The press will be all over this and see that you’re just
killing time until…”
“Until what?” Sidney slid his chair back.
“Come on Sidney, you don’t want this getting out; let’s just get real here. You don’t want anyone
seeing the two of you together, that’s why you’ve been hiding it…”
“You don’t know what you’re fucking talking about and I suggest you stop now before we have a real
problem here Steve.”
Sidney hated that people didn’t see the real Molly; the fun loving, beautiful, and sweet girl that he
saw and loved being around. She had been annoying when he first met her, but after getting to
know her he couldn’t help but fall for her.
Molly had come to the Penguins’ organization and instantly became the favorite PR person of the
whole team. She was a tired and true Flyers fan though and it had been an internal battle to
actually take the job with their Pittsburgh rival. Looking back, it was the best choice she’d ever
made.
A few weeks into the job she’d been working closely with the team and had actually made some
friends among the boys. She was seen as harmless and almost as one of the guys and was only
flirted with when one was drunk or just messing around. Then, after a couple months her ‘special’
project became Sidney Crosby. The shy, socially awkward hockey stud needed to show signs of
life. he was a hockey machine and the organization wanted him to be a bit more human, so she
schedule more appearances and would supervise the boys at the bar. Somehow, those nights had
turned into the two of them talking more and then somehow ended up as more than talking after
hours.
The next months included secret meetings in her office, little rendezvous at his condo, and quiet
dates on the outskirts of Pittsburgh.
“Well…there’s a few things we can do; we can pretend it’s nothing and go about our lives or we can
come out and say…”
“Stop thinking like it’s your job Mol, this isn’t your job, this is your relationship,” he snapped as he
sat up.
“Relationship?” she choked on the word.
“Don’t sound so…so…isn’t that what it is?” he asked.
“I guess,” she ran her hand through her curly hair, “I just never really thought we were in a
relationship.”
“Then what did you think?” he asked.
“That we were…well, I guess it is a relationship, but I don’t know,” she sighed and threw her
arms out, “We never made anything official.”
“Jesus Christ Molly, how many girls do you see me out with?”
“None…”
“Exactly.”
“So that makes us…?” she asked quietly.
“I’d like to think you’re my girlfriend,” he stood up and walked toward her, “So now, think like my
girlfriend and tell me what you want to do about this?”
“Sid,” the man stood too, trying to calm down the 5’11 hockey player.
“It’s Mr. Crosby,” Sidney stated as he stormed from the office.
He turned the corner and ran into a familiar face, “Sidney?” the feminine voice he both loved and hated at the same time asked.
“Molly,” he sighed in somewhat relief.
“what’s wrong? Sid, let’s go talk in my office.”
“I…I can’t. I have to go.”
With that Sidney was off.
He stomped out to his car and sped to his place in the city. He lived with the Lemieux family most of
the time, but still kept his condo in downtown Pittsburgh for nights he got in late and didn’t feel like
making the longer drive. He also kept it for other purposes, purposes he thought were kept quiet
but he now knew they weren’t.
Sidney was called into Steve’s office, a newer media guy who worked for the Penguins. Sidney
didn’t like him and he didn’t like the things he had heard about him from others in the front offices.
Walking into Steve’s office, Sidney knew it wasn’t a friendly type of meeting, especially when he was
told to close the door. Steve sat at his desk with a folder in front of him and a wicked smile on his
lips, “So, Sid how’s it going?”
“Fine,” Sidney answered slowly.
“Well, I have some information for you that I don’t think you want getting out to the public,” Steve
slid the folder Sidney’s way.
He leaned forward and slowly opened up the file in front of him, “What’s this?”
“You know what it is,” Steve chuckled.
Sidney flipped through the photos and then closed the file, “Why wouldn’t I want this getting out?”
“Because of your reputation and hers.”
Sidney heard the door open as he stripped from his clothes, preparing for a long shower. He knew
the footsteps, the light, but confident and demanding footsteps of the person he didn’t want to face.
“What’s going on?” Molly asked as she leaned against the doorframe, “What was your meeting with
Steve all about?”
“Not now Molly,” he clenched his jaw.
“You’re mad.”
“I’m fucking fuming,” he turned to her.
After nearly a year of telling her that she was beautiful out of her suit jackets, Molly still donned
them on regular basis. From time to time she would wear a skirt that would show off her creamy,
toned legs, but always the blouses that were a size too big and a blazer that hid her beautiful
assets. No one knew, not his parents, Mario, or his teammates just how gorgeous their ‘average’
looking PR prodigy was.
“Tell me what’s going on or else I’ll go down to that bakery you love and buy three donuts bring
them here and eat it in front of you,” she let out her full laugh, the laugh that almost made him smile
at how genuine and real it was.
He needed to focus though, he needed to get his head in the right place before he confronted her
and told her all that had happened in the office just three doors down from hers.
“Molly, don’t fuck with me right now.”
“But I’m just an obnoxious Flyers’ fan, isn’t that what I’m best at?” she gave him a teasing smile.
He was gone, completely and utterly done at that moment.
Plopping on the bed behind him, he sighed, “Steve found out.”
“Found out what?” she questioned.
“About us,” he lied on his back but motioned between the two of them with his hand, “That for the
past year we’ve been…well, we’ve been doing what we’ve been doing.”
Look at who it is,” Steve nodded, “It’s Molly,” he said in a condescending tone.
“And?” Sidney asked.
“She’s nothing to really look at Sid, come on. The press will be all over this and see that you’re just
killing time until…”
“Until what?” Sidney slid his chair back.
“Come on Sidney, you don’t want this getting out; let’s just get real here. You don’t want anyone
seeing the two of you together, that’s why you’ve been hiding it…”
“You don’t know what you’re fucking talking about and I suggest you stop now before we have a real
problem here Steve.”
Sidney hated that people didn’t see the real Molly; the fun loving, beautiful, and sweet girl that he
saw and loved being around. She had been annoying when he first met her, but after getting to
know her he couldn’t help but fall for her.
Molly had come to the Penguins’ organization and instantly became the favorite PR person of the
whole team. She was a tired and true Flyers fan though and it had been an internal battle to
actually take the job with their Pittsburgh rival. Looking back, it was the best choice she’d ever
made.
A few weeks into the job she’d been working closely with the team and had actually made some
friends among the boys. She was seen as harmless and almost as one of the guys and was only
flirted with when one was drunk or just messing around. Then, after a couple months her ‘special’
project became Sidney Crosby. The shy, socially awkward hockey stud needed to show signs of
life. he was a hockey machine and the organization wanted him to be a bit more human, so she
schedule more appearances and would supervise the boys at the bar. Somehow, those nights had
turned into the two of them talking more and then somehow ended up as more than talking after
hours.
The next months included secret meetings in her office, little rendezvous at his condo, and quiet
dates on the outskirts of Pittsburgh.
“Well…there’s a few things we can do; we can pretend it’s nothing and go about our lives or we can
come out and say…”
“Stop thinking like it’s your job Mol, this isn’t your job, this is your relationship,” he snapped as he
sat up.
“Relationship?” she choked on the word.
“Don’t sound so…so…isn’t that what it is?” he asked.
“I guess,” she ran her hand through her curly hair, “I just never really thought we were in a
relationship.”
“Then what did you think?” he asked.
“That we were…well, I guess it is a relationship, but I don’t know,” she sighed and threw her
arms out, “We never made anything official.”
“Jesus Christ Molly, how many girls do you see me out with?”
“None…”
“Exactly.”
“So that makes us…?” she asked quietly.
“I’d like to think you’re my girlfriend,” he stood up and walked toward her, “So now, think like my
girlfriend and tell me what you want to do about this?”