A/N: Hello & Welcome To My First Evil Within Fanfiction! It's actually the first one I've published. All of the others were written on paper and forgotten. They didn't have a good plot, or decent vocabulary… Anywho, enjoy! I don't own anything but my OC's.
My OC's: Sadie Castellanos; Fem!Seb & Martyn Castellanos; Male!Myra

Late P.M came quickly in the office. Sadie stayed late, as she had been doing for the week. The case she took was difficult. Murder cases were on an intermediate level, but when there is a mastermind murderer, that's when the going gets tough. There were so many people involved with the case, all the bystanders and accessories. Everything just made her head hurt. The worst part of it, was that she couldn't even eliminate anyone that possibly wasn't the murderer. Everyone was just so guilty-looking. Sadie rubbed the bridge of her nose in exhaust. It was late, she had a husband that was most likely waiting for her to come home. She was lucky that he was a stay-at-home kind of husband, because she made enough to put bread on the table, buy Gucci and Balmain purses and go to Disneyland all in one year. It would still be nice to have a husband that worked, but instead, he was working on a book, one that he was sure to be a New York Times Bestseller. She still had her doubts, but it could happen. At that moment, her partner, Joseph Oda, walked by with a glass in hand.

"Hey, Sadie." Joseph sat down in a chair next to her desk. "How are you holding up?" He asked, setting the glass in a clear spot among the scattered sheets of paper. Joseph knew his partner so well. Scotch on the rocks was Sadie's go to drink whenever she had a case, big or small. This case, she really needed some liquor, and she needed a lot of it. She half smiled and picked up a manilla folder and skimmed through the info.

"Fine. Just fine." She threw the folder back down on the desk and took the glass from off the desk and downed half the drink. Stress ate at her like nobody's business. She could feel her stomach being wrapped in barbed wire and lit on fire with every case she took. The pain she felt every night when she didn't get a lead, and it had been so long. She would stare up at the ceiling, in flagellation. She mentally beat herself by not sleeping some nights, drinking her pain away without a second thought. It made her sick, but she felt asif she needed to be punished, for not bringing the perpetrator to justice.

"How's the case going so far?" He asked, leaning back in his chair. She chuckled out of her nose, and placed her hand over her mouth.

"Not so great. If White sees that I don't have a lead, he'll fire my ass." She leaned foreward, placing her elbows on the desk, burying her face in her hands. "And on top of that," she added, reaching for the glass, "Martyn stopped writing." She lifted her head and finished the drink. "He's using the classic excuse, 'writer's block', as his scapegoat." Joseph took the glass from her hands and set it aside.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Joseph said comfortingly, placing his hand on her shoulder as a form of saying 'it's alright.'

"It's fine. I just need stress relief." She stood and walked to the break room. She poured another glass of scotch and walked back to her office, drinking some of the alcohol. She opened the door, seeing her partner leaning against her desk, his arms crossed. He looked at the glass in her hand.

"More scotch?" He asked, arching an eyebrow. She was known to never drink the same drink twice in a row. It just wasn't usually something she did when she had a case to solve. Scotch was her favorite drink, but she never drank it twice in a day.

"Yeah. I'll make you a glass if you want some."

"No, I still have to drive home." He walked toward Sadie, taking the glass and putting it on a small table next to the door. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He pushed the hair on her ear back and gnawed at her earlobe, making a small whimper fall from her mouth.

"What are you doing?" Sadie asked, a moaning mess, melting in his arms. She felt her head swimming when he moved from her ear to her neck.

"You said you wanted stress relief." He wrapped his arms around her waist and ensnared her in a kiss. He tasted of brandy spiced with mint. His hands started to wander, soon landing on her ass. His gloved hands squeezed and fondled her backside, soon moving under her shirt. He trailed his hands upward, towards her brastrap. That's where she drew the line.

"Wait!" She yelled, throwing herself off of him, collecting her thoughts. "If Martyn sees me a mess, he'll get suspicious." She never told her spouse about her and Joseph. As far as Martyn knew, they were strict business partners. Every day, this sort of thing happened. Joseph would see her in the office, he would try to help with paperwork, but somewhere along the way, they got in some provocative activity in the office.

"You don't have to be a mess. I'll be gentle." He teased. She smiled, unbuttoning the first few buttons of her shirt. She moaned, imagining that he was inside her. He couldn't help but get aroused, just by looking at her. He stared at what cleavage he could see through her shirt. He grabbed her and pulled her close. She leaned in for a kiss as he unbuttoned the last couple of buttons. She locked their lips and snaked one of her legs up his thigh. She felt his erection against her sex. He grabbed her leg and pulled, almost knocking her off balance. They were now flush against each other. She allowed his tongue to trail in her mouth as he continued to fondle her. She let her leg fall back to the floor and walked to her desk, leaning on the suface to give her legs a rest. Joseph unbuttoned her pants. He took off his gloves and slipped his hand inside the small opening. She gasped at the sensation of having his bare hand on her sex. She slid her pants down just a little bit more, giving him more room to fondle her. He applied pressure on her clit, making a soft moan fall from her lips. The invasive hand moved around in circles, making a small stream of water flow from her depths and onto Joseph's hand. He smirked at the sensation, seeing Sadie drowning in ecstasy. She gripped the edges of the desk, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She pulled Joseph's head to her's and locked their lips. Her phone rang, making both of them jump. Joseph retracted his hand and slid his gloves back on. Sadie grabbed her phone, seeing that it was Martyn. She sighed, trying to calm her nerves and heart. The tomato red in her face was still there as she swiped the screen and put the device to her ear.

"Hi, Sweetheart." She said, as tired-like as she could to make the false impression that she was exhausted. Joseph buttoned her shirt as she conversed.

"Hey, Honey. I'm here. Where's your office?" Her eyes almost bulged out of her head.

"I-I'll just come to you. Meet me out front. Bye." She hung up the phone and set it on the desk. She pushed her short bangs out of her face and tucked her shirt in her pants. Joseph buttoned her pants.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He gave her one last kiss as she grabbed her phone and shoved it in her pocket. He smacked her ass as she opened the door and left him alone in her office. She walked towards the front, seeing her husband sitting in one of the lush chairs. He saw her and stood. He was a fairly tall man, brown hair and gray eyes and always dressed his best in business casual clothing. He leaned down to kiss her. She looked back toward her office, seeing Joseph step out. He smiled at her and waved 'bye'. She grabbed her phone and earbuds, playing her music.

Sadie woke up to an empty bed, as always. Saturday was the day Martyn wakes up earlier and he goes into his study and writes until his fingers fly off. She grabbed her phone and checked her messages. Joseph texted her good morning, as he always did. It was from a couple minutes ago. She smiled and replied.

"Good morning." She deleted the previous messages from the other morning, which were all filthy. Stuff that she wouldn't want Martyn to see.

"I was thinking about you.." when she read it, her heart rate picked up. She almost laughed at the message. She thought about what to say back.

"Were you?" She teased, biting her lip. She on purposely wanted it to sound sarcastic

"Yeah. I missed you, when you left. I got really hot for you." She blushed a crimson red at the message. She felt all of the blood in her body rushing, the more she talked with him.

"I miss you right now.." She remembered what happened the previous night. The way his hand felt on such a tender area, his lips tasted of alcohol and made her head swin. She placed her hand on her sex, replaying in her head everything that Joseph did to her. The way he teased her mercilessly, made her feel like a sex toy, made her feel wanted.

"Come to my house. We can finish what we did yesterday." She contemplated his offer. What would Martyn say? Make up an excuse, something, anything.. She deleted her messages, everything that was dirty, at the least. She crawled out of the bed and walked around the room, her arms wrapped around her chest.

"Okay." She texted. She looked in the mirror, her entire being a mess. She took a cool shower and threw on her casual Saturday clothes. She walked down the stairs, hearing Martyn's computer typing, and assumed she was good to go. She grabbed the keys from out of the bowl, her hands shaky with a certain nervousness, as if she made the smallest sound, the entire world would come crashing down on her. Martyn caught her wrist, almost making her scream. She turned around, her heartbeat sure to be audible. Her eyes looked as if they would come out of her skull.

"Where are you going?" She already had the lie in mind. Though it pained her to bring her job into a little fling with a man who wasn't her own husband, she felt as if she had to, like it was the perfect cover-up to the perfect crime.

"Joseph got a lead. I just might solve the case." He let her wrist go and went back into his study. She sighed in relief. He bought it. Every thing thus far went off without a hitch. Now all that was left was to get to her destination. She got into her car, which was a Lexus, and drove to her partner's house. Her heart rate picked up the closer she drew to her destination. She pulled into the driveway and knocked on the door. He opened the door, letting her into the house.