A woman was walking down the street late at night in Manhattan, New York. Suddenly she was grabbed from behind and pulled into an alley. She couldn't see the man's face. It was to dark. He held a knife to her throat.

"Shut up and do what you're told." He said.

It was eight o' clock in the morning. A woman was laying in bed asleep. Her cell phone started to ring. "Rice." She said. "I'll be right there." She hung up the phone and sat up in bed.

She was a beautiful twenty-seven year old with long black hair and green eyes. Her name was Gabriella Rice. Everyone called her Gabby. There were moving boxes in the bedroom. Six months ago she'd gotten a divorce. Up until last week she'd lived in a hotel. Now she lived in a very nice high-rise. She still hadn't found the time to unpack. She was a homicide detective. She had been for seven years. She was headed to a crime scene. For the last year a serial killer had been on the loose. His nickname was the Manhattan Slasher. They called him that because he always slit the throat of his victims. This guy was a pro he never left a trace. Gabby pulled up to the crime scene. Her partner of five years Dolph Ziggler was waiting for her when she walked over.

"What do we got Dolph?" She asked. "His work?"

"Definitely." "Same MO slit throat, suspected sexual assault, beaten."

"Damn this makes his eighth victim." "Has she been identified?"

"Kimberly Price, twenty-two." "She was leaving a club up the street." "Her hand's stamped."

"Has the family been notified?"

"I have two uniforms in route right now."

"We need to catch this bastard."

"We will." "Sooner or later he'll slip." "They always do."

"The paperwork will take hours."

Gabby didn't get home until five in the afternoon. She was unlocking her door.

"Excuse me." A man's voice said. She turned around and saw a very attractive man. "Hi I just wanted to introduce myself." "I'm John Cena."

"Gabby Rice." "Nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you to."

"Well I better go in." "I need to unpack."

"If you don't mine the company I can help you."

"Alright."

Two hours later they were done.

"Well John thank you for helping." She said.

"No problem." "Are you hungry?"

"I'm starving."

"Wanna order a pizza?"

"Sure."

They were sitting in the living room eating. John had went and got a bottle of wine from his house.

"So Gabby." "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a cop."

"A cop?"

"Yeah." "A homicide detective."

"What made you want to go into that field?"

"I like putting scumbags behind bars." "What do you do?"

"I'm an accountant."

"Really?" She said surprised.

"Yeah." "You sound surprised."

"It's just when I picture an accountant I picture a short nerd." "You don't look like that."

"Why did you move here if you don't mind me asking?" "Six months ago I got divorced."

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok." "He cheated on me."

"Who in their right mind would cheat on you?" "You are gorgeous."

"Thank you." "Would you happened to know where there's a hardware store is around here?"

"Yeah."

"Where?" "I wanna paint the hallway."

"I can get for you it a discounted price." "What color?"

"Light blue."

"I'll look into it and get back to you tomorrow."

"Ok."

"I'd better get going." She walked to the door.

"Thank you for all your help."

"You're welcome." "Goodnight Gabby."

"Goodnight John." He left. She shut the door. "Damn that's the sexiest accountant I've ever met in my life." She thought. "Of course it could be the fact that I haven't had sex in seven months."