Noir et Blanc
Chapter: 1
Pairing: Robert Scorpio & Holly Sutton
Rating: PG
Port Charles, New York. October 13th 1941
Police Commissioner Robert X. Scorpio sat behind his oversized desk flipping through pages and pages of mug shots hoping to find the culprit in the latest Peeping Tom scandal. This guy was absolutely ruthless when it came to getting a peek. He had been terrorizing innocent women of Port Charles for the past two months. And he was slick enough to keep getting away with it.
Robert opened up the bottom desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of scotch. He added a little, make that a lot, to his cooling coffee and then placed it back in the drawer. He had been working on the last case for ten straight hours. One of the Quartermaine daughter's was suspect's his latest victim and Edward Quartermaine, the patriarch of the family, was putting enough pressure on him to cook a turkey.
He honestly didn't know how much more of this case he could possibly take. The crime rate in Port Charles was low, which was a good thing unless you were police commissioner with nothing but time on your hands. Peeking Tom cases were as much excitement as he got, which wasn't much at all. Sure there was the occasional murder or a bank robbery here and there, but no real crime that he could sink his teeth into.
Sometimes he spent his free time day dreaming about leaving that one horse town but then he always got drawn right back in either by a crime or some dame. Robert took a long drink of his scotch enhanced coffee, his mind traveling to his lovely secretary, Holly Sutton.
Holly was an image to behold. Her sleek and sophisticated dresses hugged every single curve of her voluptuous physique and slightly dipped down to reveal a modest, but tantalizing amount of cleavage. And she had the most amazing legs which were accentuated by black stockings with a seam that ran up the back and disappeared under the soft, luxurious fabric of her dress. Her eyelashes were long and thick. Her eyes chocolate. Her hair dark and curly. Her lips red and pouty. A Femme Fatale. And on his side of the law.
There was a soft, but obtrusive knock at his door, catapulting him from his fantasy. And just when he was thinking about something other than work too. "Who is it?" he called out. "This better be good."
"It's Holly." she replied softly. "I have a message for you, Commissioner."
He looked up to see the silhouette of his favorite dame from behind the frosted glass. He reclined back in his chair and propped his feet up on the edge of his desk, hooking this thumbs underneath his suspenders. He wanted to play things cool."Come in." he said after a few long seconds of silence.
She pushed the door open and then closed it behind her. "Mr. Quartermaine called." she informed him. "He needs you to come over to their Mansion right away."
"Another incident involving Miss Tracy?" he asked.
"He didn't say." she replied. "Only that it was important and that he wanted to see you right away."
Robert got up from his desk and walked over to the hatrack, grabbing his trench coat and his hat. "I wonder what he could possibly want."
"Can I go with you?" Holly asked.
He pulled on his coat. "Not this time, luv." he said. "It might be a more than a Peeping Tom."
She leaned back against the now opened door. "So I'm just suppose to stay here and answer the phones?"
"Like a good little girl." he smiled as he put on his hat. "And when I get back I expect you to be here waiting."
Holly's lips curved into a devilish smile. "Of course."
tbc...