No Sense of Direction

Chapter Sixty Eight

-Katrina-

"Are you all right?" I asked Kris as he jumped over the boards and sat at the bench, "Are you trying to get a massage?" I teased and Kris smirked towards me.

"I'm all right."

"That looked like it hurt," I said and he scoffed.

"Probably hurt him a lot more than it hurt me," he said and I smirked and shook my head and looked onto the ice to see Sidney smirking towards.

"You guys are unbelievable," I laughed and then patted Kris' helmet and smirked over towards Sidney.

Kris had slammed Cody Franson into the boards for the third time tonight, no doubt because the guys heard him make a comment about me. Sidney wouldn't tell me, but I had a strong gut feeling that Franson had pissed the team off by saying something dirty about me.

I looked over towards Uncle Dan and he sighed and looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders and then walked over towards Marc who was sitting on a stool in the hallway, I leaned against his back and he turned his head and smirked towards me.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better," he said and I smirked and nodded my head.

"There a reason why Tanger is targeting Franson?" he asked and I snorted.

"Probably because he was hitting on me before," I said and Marc chuckled.

"Sid won't have that," Marc said and I shook my head, seeing Sidney skate off of the ice and sit on the bench, "That's your boy."

Sidney leaned back in the bench and smirked towards me, I smiled brightly and shook my head towards him and then saw Uncle Dan walk up to him and hit him with a paper. I giggled and saw Sidney look up confused and then his face turned red.

I jumped when someone was slammed into the boards in front of me. Snapping my head around and seeing that Douglas Murry had slammed Franson into the boards, "Ok, I think he got the point," I muttered and heard Marc chuckle.

I walked over towards the benches, placing myself in front of Geno and leaned over the boards, looking to see that Franson was on the ice, and was slowly moving, '...That hit did it...'

Murry was smirking while Pascal had placed his stick in front of Murry. The Toronto trainer ran onto the ice and bent down in front of Franson, I was inching to help, it was my job, well maybe not for that team, but I couldn't help but want to help the injured players, whoever they may be, but I knew the guys would be mad at me if I did, so I just moved back to my place next to Marc.

-Sidney-

"I think you made your point," Kat giggled as I walked into her empty office and then locked the door, "What are you doing?"

I walked over towards her, picked her up and placed her on the table and pressed my lips onto hers. She giggled against my lips and then wrapped her arms around my neck, groaning as I ran my hands all over her body.

"Sid," she breathed as I started to kiss her neck, "I need to work."

"Later," I muttered, rubbing her pant covered thighs.

There was a knock at the door and the door was shaking, clearly wasn't opening because of it being locked. There was a voice, I couldn't understand it. I climbed off of Kat and let her open the door as I hid behind it.

"Kris," she laughed and I heard Kris scoff.

"Now you're excited to see me," he said and started to walk in, "Why was the door locked, mon cher?"

"Damn thing's always causin' me problems," she said and I smirked and then heard Kris scoff.

"I'm sure that has to do with the fact that Crosby locks it," Kris said and I shook my head, "It's that right Sid!"

"Damn," I muttered as Kat closed the door to reveal me standing behind it.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt," he chuckled and I rolled my eyes, "Coach is looking for you, figured you'd be in here."

"All right," I said and then walked over towards Kat and pressed my lips against hers and then left the room.

-Katrina-

"So what's up?" I asked as Kris leaned against the table and I stood by the counter.

"My shoulder hurts," he said and I turned around and saw him rubbing his shoulder.

"Bull shit, you just want a massage," I laughed and Kris shrugged his shoulders.

"But it really does hurt," he said and I sighed and then walked over towards him.

"Let me see," I groaned, caving into Kris.

Kris smirked and then took his shirt off and placed it on the table and I placed my hands on his shoulder, feeling Kris wince as I put pressure on a certain spot.

"Well, that's what you get for slamming Franson into the boards three times," I giggled, "Feels like you fractured something, I'm gunna say you'll be out for at least three to four weeks."

"Really?" he asked surprised.

"No," I laughed, "You just bruised it, you'll be fine."

"Does that mean after you massage it I'll be all cured?" he asked with a sly smirk on his face and I laughed.

"Get on the table," I laughed and he smirked and obeyed.

I walked over towards the cabinet and grabbed the lotion that I usually for painful injuries. I looked over towards Kris to see that he was laying on his back, leaning on his elbows and smirking towards me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, "Roll your ass over."

"All right, all right," he said and then laid on his stomach.

I walked next to Kris and pressed my palms to his injured shoulder and started to rub the tension for his shoulder, hearing Kris groan and mutter things in French, I laughed because it was like Marc before the game.

The door opened and Tyler walked in and smirked towards Kris, he shook his head and then walked out of the room, only to come back with like half the team. They started to bust him, but Kris waved them off and then slumped against the table.

"Is she that good?" Tyler laughed and Kris nodded his head against the table.

"Hold still," I laughed and pushed Kris' head still.

"Damn Kat, can I get one?" Tyler asked and I rolled my eyes.

"You don't need one."

"Yeah my uh- back hurts," he said and quickly moved his hand to his back.

"You're so full of shit!" Tanner Glass said and I laughed and heard Kris grunt as I dug a little harder into his shoulder.

"Let me know if I'm hurting you," I said and Kris should his head, "All right."

"You couldn't hurt me or take me down even if you tried, Kat," Kris laughed as he leaned up in his elbows and the guys chuckled.

"Oh really?" I asked with a knowing smirk on my face, "You want to make a bet?"

"Sure, what?"

"Five hundred says that I can," I smirked and then guys laughed, slapping their hands and pounding their fists together.

"I'd bet on her," Tyler laughed and some agreed.

"All right, deal," Kris said and I smirked and shook his hand, "Give it your best shot."

"All right, stand up," I said and he nodded his head and stood up, "I give it less than ten seconds and you're on the ground."

"Yeah, all right," Kris snorted.

"You forget Tanger," Pascal said and we looked at him, "She knows the ins' and outs' of the human body."

"That's right, and you forgot about pressure points," I giggled and then pressed my finger against his point in the neck and then pressed a point behind the knee, bring him to the ground.

Kris cursed and everyone was laughing. Sidney and Uncle Dan walked in and looked at Kris on the ground with me pushing myself up onto the table and laughing.

"That'll be five hundred Kris!" I giggled.

"Four seconds!" Tanner yelled, holding up his phone that was on the stopwatch app.

"Do I want to even know what happened?" Uncle Dan asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"The power of the pressure point," I giggled and blew the tip of my finger as if blowing smoke out of a recently shot gun.

"Why can't I move?!" Kris yelled, making the guys laugh harder.

"Give it a good five minutes before you're able to move," I smirked, "The point behind you knee causes shock in your legs, while the one in your neck, basically causes shock to everything."

"Dammit," he cursed and tried to wiggle his body.

"I'm just that good."