"Knight…" The name bounced its way into my sore head and forced my eyes closed. I hated hearing that name now, I wish I was deaf. I was so sick of this already, I just wanted to get home and go to sleep. Pick up on this in the morning where I could start fresh with a good cup of coffee. "You aren't even listening."
"I want to go home." I opened my eyes and started at the mess of papers on my desk in front of me. I had my head in my hands, with my elbows resting on the edge of my desk. "It's not fair…I think the captain hates us."
"He does…look why don't we get home and have a few hours of sleep. It might help." I looked up quick, over my desk at my partner and smiled big.
"You mean it?!" He laughed and stood up situating his holster on his shoulders. "You have to drive me home. Are you going to be okay to drive all the way out to your house?" He chuckled and shut his laptop before shoving it in his backpack. "Mitchell…do you want to stay the night?" He looked up fast a faint blush creeping on his cheeks. I stood up and also shut my laptop putting it under my arm. I grabbed my messenger bag and put it on my shoulder grabbing my coat off the back of my chair. "I'll make you breakfast in the morning…and you know I make a damn good omelet." He smiled small and looked back to putting things back in his bag. "If you don't say yes, you'll make me cry and I'll tell on you."
"Okay…okay. I'll stay the night. Don't start begging or anything." I laughed and walked out from behind my desk toward shim. He was walking towards the front doors of the station and pushed the door open for me. I saw a few other detectives and uniformed officers look to us, but like always they were only staring at him, because he was leaving with me. The only female detective at the station. It hasn't been easy because most of them don't think I can take care of myself. And most of them don't think I'll last very long, because I guess girls can't run as fast, or shoot a gun as well as the other detectives. But I've taken all the tests and run all the same courses as them, and yet I'm better than 97% of them. Funny how that works.
The only one who doesn't give me any shit, or make my job a hell of a lot worse is my partner, Logan Mitchell. He is a great cop and has a huge brain that gives him the upper hand for solving the shit cases we get. Once I became his partner, everyone else, all the other guys, shunned him and lost all their respect for him. Again, because I'm a chick. But he's stuck by my side for almost three years now and in those three years we've solved dozens of cases, put a little over a hundred criminals in jail. And of course, we've been sleeping with each other. I know how that sounds because it's a conflict of interest or…whatever, but we just can't really help it sometimes. And it's not like we fuck on our desks in front of everyone. We do it behind closed doors. In the comforts of our own homes.
I guess that's why I consider it a blessing in disguise that my car is in the shop. Because like now, he offered to drive me to and from work. I was grateful because I didn't have to waist money on a cab. And with him driving me all across town, he just stayed the night. And I loved it. He was always a gentlemen. Opening the doors for me, asking if I wanted the heat on. And it's a major plus that he's easy on the eyes.
He has soft, tuggable brown hair that I liked to run my fingers through. He's of English decent so his skin is soft and smooth with a few freckles here and there. Some times when we just lay in one of our beds, I'll connect the freckles on his face to make a few designs. He never complains. I also like to stare into his dark brown eyes that hold so much darkness and mystery that he never talks about. I never force him to say anything but I think if he opened up about some stuff he wouldn't be so sad. He's also pretty buff. His arms and his chest and stomach are nice and lean with dents for his muscles. When he gets naked, it's definitely something I like seeing. Hell when he's clothed I like seeing him.
Sometimes I get so lost in staring at him, or thinking about him that I don't realize how much time passes. I didn't even realize he was on my street until he cleared his throat and turned off his radio. I looked over to him and saw how tired and worn out he looked. Without being seen, I reached over to him and set a hand on his leg. He tensed up his leg muscles under my touch and cleared his throat again. "We really need to get this case worked on." I smiled and turned away looking out my window.
"We will. Tonight if you want. I just want to take a quick shower and we'll do some work. I promise." I had to bite my bottom lip to make sure I didn't giggle feeling his hand on top of mine. He pulled up into my driveway and parked fast. I took my hand off his leg and opened my door quick, unbuckling my seat belt. I stepped out quick, feeling a few rain drops on my face and reached bag in grabbing my bag. I shut my door hard and walked around the front of his small BMW, towards my front door. He got right behind me, like, literally behind me and followed me all the way to my door. I unlocked it hearing my two little pugs barking upon hearing my arrival home and pushed the door open.
I led him into my dining room where I set my bag down and took my coat off, throwing it on the back of my chair. He took a seat quick and loosened the tie around his neck. "I'll go take a quick shower. Help yourself to anything…like usual." I started walking past him heading for the stairs but he stopped me. My hand was grabbed and our fingers got laced. I raised my free hand and quickly took the clip out of my hair. When it fell down around my shoulders and back his other hand went to my hip and squeezed it.
"Help myself to anything huh?" I closed my eyes when I was pulled back hard into his hard chest and his lips went to my neck. "You know you are the reason I don't get my work done." I smiled and shook my head feeling his hand on my hip move to the front of my pants. His fingers worked the button on my grey slacks and quickly moved down to my zipper. I put my head back resting it on his shoulder and my pants slid down my legs. "Let's go take a quick shower…and then do some God damn work."
We didn't really take a shower. I got to wash my hair and face, but he lifted me and put me against the slippery wall of the shower just so he could get inside me. I had to hold onto him for dear life, so we wouldn't fall and hurt ourselves. He wasn't being very gentle with me, not that I cared. I just knew he hated how easily he gave into me. How I could easily make him do what I wanted, without saying it straight to his face. He had no idea how much control I had over him.
Luckily for my birth control pills, when he came inside me, I didn't need to worry about getting pregnant. And we trusted each other about being clean. I don't think we've ever used a condom. He gave em a towel, after wrapping one around his waist and walked out of my bathroom without saying a word. I slowly wrapped the towel around me, underneath my arms and walked out as well. Except I didn't go into my room. I went downstairs and locked up my house. I went to my kitchen and started making a pot of coffee. My stomach was growling, but I was more awake and ready to do work now, after the sex, that I wouldn't even think of making something to eat. SO when I finished the pot of coffee, I walked to my table and pulled out a thick folder form my bag. I set it on the table and sat down opening it up. The first page was of a description of our newest case, the same one that has been giving me a major headache for the past week. I sighed out and shivered from the cold air hitting my wet legs and sat back, ready to re-read it.
"Suspect in over 20 murder cases, and dozens of drug related crimes including theft, and arson. Kendall Knight has been linked to the Garcia Crime family, and is said to be a high ranking officer. He has never been convicted of any crime and no jury has found him guilty on anything…" It was as far along in my read because I heard a chair get pulled out across from me. I looked up at Logan and smiled small.
"Since when has the mob ever been in Minnesota?" I laughed and set the paper down going through the folder. "This is the kind of shit you see in New York, or Chicago. Why here?"
"Because no one suspects it?" I looked up with a raised eyebrow and he shook his head.
"We suspect it." I chuckled and pulled out the picture, the sole picture we had of the notorious criminal. "Why do you think he never gets charged?"
"A great lawyer? He probably has the money to buy the best. And he probably buys off witnesses, or anyone ready to turn him in. And…"
"He has the family to back him up." I nodded and tossed the picture to the side. "You think he's connected?" I looked over at Logan holding another picture, of another guy. James Diamond. I laughed and reached for it.
"It's a shame. He's too cute to be a criminal."
"Stop thinking with your dick." I laughed out loud and stared at him. But he wasn't laughing. He put his arms on the table and leaned forward staring hard at me. He was only in a pair of boxers and a white shirt he had left over for these occasions. He swallowed hard and I sat the picture down. "Are we…ever going to be anything other than fuck buddies?" Now it was my turn to swallow hard. I felt my throat swell up and my palms got sweaty. He rarely brought up this conversation, but when he did, he always managed to back me into a corner. "Do you know how frustrating that is? To know, this girl that you've been crazy about since the day you met her, only wants you for sex?"
"Logan…"
"Do you not think I don't know what you're doing? That your just using me for your own pleasure because you can. Do you have any idea about how much I do love you? And how much I would do for you?" I stood up fast, pushing my chair back with force and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed a big mug and poured the hot fresh black coffee into my cup. I heard him come in, but ignored him. "I'm not always going to be there for you to use me as you wish." I closed my eyes and squeezed the handle of my mug. "But you know just as much as I do, that me being the idiot who fell for a girl who isn't interested, will always be there. For her, no matter what. I just wish you…" I opened my eyes and turned fast. He was staring at me, obviously hurt. He looked away shaking his head and walked to my fridge. "Never mind…" It was a small whisper, but I still heard him. He grabbed a bottle of water and shut the fridge door hard and fast, before walking out, back to my dining room. I sighed out hard and put my head back running a hand through my wet clean hair. I was about to push off my counter and take my cup of black coffee to the table when my home phone started ringing. I grabbed it quick, answering it, and putting it to my ear.
"Hello?"
"I hope you're sitting down Benson." I frowned and walked into the dining room hearing the captains voice. "Mitchell with you?" I stared at him, and like always he was giving me the look, like nothing just happened. I sighed and sat down hard, closing my eyes.
"Of course. We're working on the Knight case."
"Good because I got more for you." I frowned and opened my eyes pulling my phone away from my ear and pressing for speaker phone. "We got a girl. She was assaulted in that alley between Mel's and the book store. She was beaten pretty bad and the description she is giving us, is Knight. I want you two to go get him." I sat up fast and so did Logan, staring at the phone in my hand. "I already got you guys a warrant. I want this piece of shit in jail tonight. Take care of it." There was a click and then the dial tone and I hung up fast. Logan stood up shoving papers back in his folder and sighed, probably of relief. He started walking to the stairs, to change when he saw me looking at him. He smiled small and walked to me. I stood up, and titled my head to look in his eyes.
"You're my partner first. I have your back, and I always will. Let's go catch us a criminal."