Okay okay, i know I just posted that new story but i was watching tv and this idea came to me. I thought well lets just right that down. So i went straight to my computer and I could NOT stop writing. It just took over me. I really really like this idea and now i'm stuck between which story I should continue. I'm going to post this first chapter and see which one gets more feed back from the first chapter. Which ever one does wins, or vote on the poll i have on my profile. Please please vote. It would help me out so much. But don't worry, if you like both just vote for the one you like more. I'll eventually get back to the other story. PROMISE :)

So PLEASE REVIEW and let me know what you think. THIS IS VERY M RATED! If you don't like that, please don't read. This chapter is already sexual. PLEASE REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. Thanks. XOXO Alison

Chapter One:

Gabriella pushed the dark haired twenty something guy back on her bed roughly, immediately straddling his waist. He leaned up trying to kiss her lips only to have her dodge him, she moved her head in the other direction, pressing her lips to his neck. She sucked gently on his neck, knowing exactly where his soft spot was. She heard a moan erupt deep from his throat and she ran her fingernails down his already bare chest, leading them to his pants and undoing them quickly. He kicked his pants off, moving his hands straight to her back and unsnapping her bra before flinging it across the room.

That left both of them only clad in their underwear, neither one of them really knowing where the rest of their clothes had gone. This happened between the two very often, going out to a bar and getting all worked up from the beer. They'd soon end up making out and headed straight to one of their houses where their clothes were quickly discarded on their way to their bedrooms. She pulled back from his neck only to have him flip her over. He moved his finger down to where her red laced thong that matched her bra was covering her womanhood. She gasped loudly when she felt his cold fingers run over her warmth.

"I'm about to rock your world Detective Montez," She shuddered when his warm breath tickled her ear from his whispers, feeling a finger enter her opening. She bit her lip, feeling the long slender finger move in and out of her faster with each thrust.

"Fuck Charles," She purred as her eyes shut, feeling another finger being added to the one already pumping in and out of her. She met his thrust with her hips, moans spilling from her lips as he went faster and harder with each thrust. "I'm gonna cum" She mumbled only to be left unsatisfied when he pulled his fingers out. Her eyes snapped open to meet his smiling face and she glared at him. "Ass" She added in another mumble before feeling his lips crash down onto hers.

She smiled against his lips before once again letting her fingers trail down his toned abs and leading then down towards his boxers. She traced the outline of his waistline before letting two fingers of each hand slip down into his boxers and pulling them down his toned legs. Charles pulled back from their kiss and reached over to her bedside table where he knew there was a box of condoms waiting to be used. He pulled out one of the foil wrappers and ripped it open before slipping it over his already hard member. He looked down at her while positioning himself before leaning down and attaching their lips once again. Feeling his length enter her, she moaned into his mouth. Once he was all the way in he waited for her to get adjusted before pulling back out. He continued his quick thrusts, pushing himself harder and deeper into her as they both moaned, screaming each others names out to the other.

"Fuck Gabs," He moaned against her soft, plump lips. She pulled away from their kiss, feeling his lips immediately going to attack her neck. She let her eyes trail down, loving the sound of his member slipping in and out of her wet opening. Her eyes continue to trail down his body and stopped when she finally saw what she wanted. It may have sounded weird to other people but god did she love to watch a man's dick being slipped in and out of her that way. It turned her on so much more.

She let a moan escape from between her lips before pressing them tightly together. Their breathes were quickened and she could feel her eyes being rolled back into her head, "Fuck," She mumbled before peeling her eyes open just in time to see him looking down at her. "I'm gonna cum" He could feel her walls pulsating around him, causing him to shudder even more and he knew that he too would soon be releasing his seed. It only took a couple more thrusts before they were both screaming each others names louder than they already were. Their breathes were coming out faster and harder, both of their bodies shaking as they overcame their orgasms.

As they both settled down he slowly pulled himself back out, he peeled the now used condom off of himself before tossing it into the trash can that was just feet away from her bed. He rolled over and blew out a long breath as he fell next to him. He let his eyes wander over to Gabriella and rolled his eyes when he saw that she was already lighting up one of her death sticks as he liked to call it. "You really should stop smoking." He was the first to speak up only to receive a glare from her. She took a quick puff of it before removing it from her lips, tapping it on the ash tray next to her bed.

"We didn't come here for a lecture." She spoke up after a few seconds. It was more like a quick fuck. She thought to herself but she remained quiet. She and Charles had been partners for a little over 3 years now. She was thirty and had been a detective for at least nine years now and once had another partner. He himself though was only twenty-three and had spent his first five years with Gabriella has his one and only partner. Their sexual relationship hadn't started right away. The two had grown closer throughout their investigations and one night when they were both drunk after about a year of being partners they hooked up. It was intentionally supposed to be a one night thing but as they continued to go out after work it happened more and more. Gabriella had found that it had eased the pain for her. The pain from her childhood. She shuddered at the though. That was another story.

He took note of this and pulled the blankets up to cover their naked bodies, assuming she was cold. Gabriella turned to him, realizing that it had now been quiet between the two for a couple minutes now. She finished her cigarette off shortly after, putting it out in her black ash tray. She moved her body into a laying position, letting her eyes wander over to Charles. He was a nice kid she had to admit. That was the thing though, he was just a kid to her. He was six years younger than her and she knew nothing would come from their relationship even though he hoped something would. He was a very attractive young man. He had dark hair that was shaved about an inch above his scalp. He worked out, she knew that not only because she usually did it with him but because it was evident in his toned body. He liked sports, like she did and they both listened to the same music. But he was just like a little brother to her. A little brother she liked to fuck. She smiled at him, pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder before relaxing into the sheets. She let her eyes close and sighed feeling sleep overcome her body.

"Montez, my office," The loud booming voice came from the far left corner of the room. Gabriella rolled her eyes, letting out a grunt as she pushed herself out of her chair. "Now." The last word came out louder than the others before. She put on a fake smile, walking passed her small mahogany desk that was covered with papers of an assortment of colors. She looked around the room and smiled when she saw her partner in crime, Charles Richardson, and of her sexual escapades. She let her eyes wander to the other side of the large office and blew out a breath from her lips.

"Yes, Dick?" She walked into her boss's office, smirking at him as he closed the door behind her. She went straight to the chair behind his desk and sat in it, putting her feet up on his larger desk. She looked up at him and smiled as he walked towards her, sitting down on the right corner and rolled his eyes as she once again used the nickname of his real name, Richard. It was one of the many things that only she would be able to get away with. Gabriella was one of only two female detectives and she was the one everyone loved. The other one was a fifty something year old who was going through her mid life crisis stage in life. She had light white colored hair that was cute short and always wore dark colored dress suits. She had a dry sense of humor and didn't get along with many of the detectives who were mostly younger than her.

"Well first off, great job on the Donaldson case," He nodded his head as he congratulated her. "Who would've known that a sweet babysitter was cable of that kind of crime?" He spoke up once again speaking of the case she had just cracked about a mom who had come home to find her young husband dead with their fourteen month old lying in their crib next to him. Many people had speculated that the wife had in fact been the one guilty but Gabriella knew better. She knew from the instant that she had first walked onto the crime scene that the wife was guilty. That was the time she first met the young women, crying hysterically in the front yard. There was a difference between fake and real crying and Gabriella could definitely tell that that was in fact real crying. She had stuck by the young woman's side through out the whole case while still doing her job to find the real murderer. She was born for this job. She had the courage to do anything it took to break any case that was given to her.

"Thanks," She said with a cheeky smile. "I told all of you that it wasn't Ruby," She spoke of the young widow, "There wasn't a chance that it was her." She shook her head as she looked down at her hands, twiddling with her thumbs. "Now why did you call me in here?" She spoke up after a few seconds of silence.

"We've got a new case, the Bolton's. I got a call late last night." He shook his head as he thought about the horrible crime scene he had to step into last night. "I went there as soon as I got the call and collected some things," He looked at her just in time to make eye contact. "I want you and Richardson to take this case. You're the best I've got and that's what this case needs."

She felt herself instantly nod her head as she bit her lip, he seemed to be really sensitive about this case for some reason and it definitely made her more interested. "What's the case boss?" She questioned as her eyes ran over his face.

"Well 911 got a call last night, saying that someone had found his mother and younger sister murdered at his sister's house." He spoke up after a few seconds of an intense. She felt her eyebrows crinkle in confusion as she nodded her head. She understood that murder was a horrible thing but she had definitely dealt with worse cases than this, why was he acting that way.

"Okay.." She spoke up as if trying to tell him to continue.

"Like I said, I went to the scene last night," He stopped only to close his eyes and shake his head. "It won't be easy on your stomach Gabriella. Of course they took the bodies to the morgue late last night. I want you and Charles to head over there soon and check that out. But as soon as you're done there head over to the Bolton house, there's still a lot of investigating going on over there. Talk to the guy and take a look around. I'm counting on you to crack this Gabriella. It's brutal." He took a long breathe before looking down at his hands before starting up once again.

"When I got there I took a look around, talking to the cops that were on scene. The mother was found tied to the bed in the quest room and from the looks of it was raped. But we have to wait for test results, for all we know a condom may have been used." He shrugged his shoulders before continuing, "She had bruises all over and a nice big gash right across her head," He said as he moved his hand to his head, motioning to her where it was at. "Not the sister was found in her bedroom, hanging from the light fixture on the ceiling." Gabriella gasped at this. That was sick, she shook her head. How could anybody do that to someone? "She took looked pretty beat up just from looking at her, but when they were in the lab under her clothes they found a pretty big slit on her stomach. They did more work and soon found that her ovaries were missing." Gabriella covered her mouth at this, shaking her head. She could only imagine how much horrible things this young man could be going through

"Sick bastard." She mumbled as she shook her head, lifting her head to look up at him. "Don't worry boss, you can count on me." She said firmly as she stood up and he nodded at her in response. "I'll go talk to Charles now." And with that said she quietly strode to the door opening it up and giving him one last glance before walking out of his office. She walked straight over to Charles and gave him a small smile. "We got a new case." She said simply with the nod of her head.

He looked at her and noted how serious she was about this one. "I'll explain it to you in the car." She added quickly before making her way over to a table that held a coffee maker and some styrofoam cups. "Do you want some coffee for the road?" She asked as she looked over at him seeing him nod. She quietly poured the coffee into two different cups adding the amount of cream and sugar each of them liked before setting the pot back down. She reached over and grabbed two lids for their cups and placed them on the top before picking them up. "Grab the keys off my desk please." She said as she nodded towards the door. "We have to get going."

"Of course," He gave her his bright smile before going to get the keys and joining her out the door.

Slamming the door behind her Gabriella breathed out deeply as she sat in the drivers seat. She heard the passengers door close a second later and looked over at Charles. "How the fuck could anybody do that to someone?" She asked him even though she knew he couldn't answer that. She started her car and sped off quickly, wanting to get far away from the tainted two had just finished up at the lab, looking over the two lifeless bodies that had been beaten and batter. They had read over some test results saying that know semen had in fact been found in either one of the bodies but it was evident that some kind of sexual activity had gone on in the mother's body.

Gabriella had seen many different cases, really sick cases but this had to have been one of the worst. It was horrible. The daughter's face had cuts all over it and a busted lip along with a small break in her arm and not to mention the fact that someone ripped the ovaries out of her body. The mother had scratches and dried blood on various spots of her body. The one thing she noted was that Dick had forgot to mention the fact that not only did she have a gash in her head but someone had actually taken the time to rip small amounts of hair out of her scalp.

She shuddered at the thought. "I can only imagine what the son is going through." She shook her head as she spoke up once again. It was sick, really sick.

"Someone said Richard sent over this folder while you were talking to one of the lab assistants," He said as he lifted it up. "It explains what Richard all gathered last night while he was at the scene, family member names, aunts, uncles, friends of the family and even ex boyfriends." He said as he looked over it, "It should really help out." He hoped so at least. This seemed like it might be a hard case to crack. From what they had found out at the lab, any investigator that had been at the crime scene had yet to find any fingerprints that seemed odd. The son of a bitch was smart enough to wear some kind of finger protection.

Gabriella looked out the windshield as he continued to look over the files, letting her eyes wander over the house in front of her. It was the crime scene. They had just arrived and there still seemed to be a lot of people rushing around trying to figure it all out. Her eyes stopped when she noticed a young man sitting on the side of the steps of the house, his head in his hands. The son, she thought to herself right before she noticed that there were two people standing next to him, both of them were African American one male and one female. She couldn't help the small smile when she saw the large afro that sat on the male's head. "We're here." She mumbled as she ripped her eyes away from the house and looked over at Charles. He looked up and nodded, closing the manila folder up but still keeping it in his hands.

She turned the engine off, holding the keys in her hands as she opened her door and stood up. She closed the door to the grey detective car and turned just as Charles stood at her side. "Here we go another case to crack." She said as she wiggled her eyebrows at him only to cause him to roll his eyes. It went unnoticed but the young pair both let out a long breathe before they started walking towards the house.

She let her eyes wander over the house once more, giving a nod and small smile to the familiar faces walking around the scene. She stopped once again seeing the son before turning to Charles. "I think we should give the son a minute, he looks beat." She said softly and he just simply nodded, they both understood. They had been to so many crime scenes before and scene so many families under the stress and shock of losing a family member. "Let's just head inside."

The two found themselves walking back down the stairs in the house just about an hour later, Gabriella tapping her fingers on the railing as they walked. She let out a soft breathe, it really gave her the creeps being in those rooms after seeing those two lifeless bodies today. "Charles," Her head snapped up when she heard a deep voice come from the bottom of the stairs,

"Dennis," Charles spoke up as the two finally made it to even ground, acknowledging the cop in his bright blue uniform before the two got into conversation about random things. Gabriella smiled softly at the officer in front of them before looking around. Her eyes caught the young son again and she found herself slowly wandering in his direction. He was still sitting on the front porch and she could see him through the front window.

She walked up to him, standing at the top of the steps. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans that had a few rips in them and a navy blue sweat on top. She pressed her lips together tightly and looked down at him, "Excuse me," She spoke up after a few seconds of letting her eyes take him in, "Mr. Bolton," She added quickly right before his head snapped up. She felt her breathe get caught in her throat as soon as she saw him. Coral blue met chocolate brown as they stared at each other. How was it that this young man had managed to make her knees go week just by looking at him. She blinked her eyes a few times, hoping it might some how make the funny feeling in her stomach go away. He stood up slowly and turned so he was facing directly towards her, he stuck his hand out which she accepted and shook it firmly.

"Please, call me Troy."

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