You are now Detective Mal Fallon. You sit on the beach on your day off, with your girlfriend, Natara Williams, listening to to sound of the waves, and the upbeat music broadcasted from the speakers of the boardwalk.
You look over to Natara, who's wearing a purple bikini that fully shows off her perfectly tan, curvaceous body. Her stomach is perfectly toned, almost impossibly perfect. She has on black, gold rimmed sunglasses, and is relaxing back on the beach chair. You wonder if she intentionally looks this good, but then think that the level of her gorgeous-ness could not be imitated by simply buying more expensive beauty products- they couldn't do that- it has to be effortless, and natural. In fact, you've seen her with her make up off, and in casual clothing, and she's STILL the most beautiful woman in the world. Her pouty, full, succulent lips are being shown off from beneath her sunglasses.
You open your mouth to break the silence, but the only thing you manage to squeeze out is, "Perfect..." "What did you say, Mal?" She says, looking up. "Oh, nothing, Nat." You say quickly. She looks at your watch. "5:00...We've been out here for a long time, don't you think?" She says. "Yeah, about 2 hours." She looks down at your hand, tracing patterns with her fingers on your hand. "So, maybe we could go home for the rest of the day, and just..." She looks up at you and smiles that beautiful smile of hers, "...have fun." You grin,"Well, I have some paperwork I need to catch up on..." You say sarcastically. She laughs, stands up, grabs your hand, pulling you up, and the two of you run to your car, giggling.
You are now Special Agent Natara Williams. You slam into your apartment, kissing wildly. He takes off your white, see-through swimsuit cover up, and presses you against the wall.
You both still have your swimsuits on, so as you wrap your leg up around him as he's kissing your neck and squeeze, the friction is fantastic. Mal wraps his arms around you and spins you around, so you both fall on the couch. You both laugh, and smile as you start kissing again. First, you start off sweet, but as you go on, it gets hotter, and hotter.
Mal presses into you harder. You bite your lip to try to stifle your moans, because, the last time the two of you had a little rendezvous, the neighbors complained, and you and Mal spent all night laughing about it. You take off his shirt, and continue kissing. You start to take your swimsuit bottoms off, when the phone starts blasting a ringtone, "Somebody call 911! Shawty fire burnin' on the dance flo'! Oh woah oh!"...It was Mal's ringtone for when the SFPD was calling us in .
"Dammit..." We both say simultaneously, and laugh. He picks up the phone with a grin. "Hello, this is Detective Mal Fal-" He apparently was cut off by someone on the other line. And that's when a sickly expression came across his face, letting you know whatever he's hearing is not good. "...What?" He begins slowly, unable to believe what he's hearing. "Are they...are they dead?" He begins getting choked up, and you sit straight up, getting terribly worried. You lean in close enough to hear the words, "They are in critical condition, but you need to get here, NOW. There's something else we need to show you." "We'll be right there." Mal says, and hangs up. He stands up, running straight to your bedroom.
You dash after him. "Mal! Mal! What's wrong?!" He begins frantically searching for his work clothes, and starts to put them on. "Get dressed." He says, "We need to go." He starts fumbling with his tie. You grab his hands, and pull them down. "Hang on for a second," You say "Calm down, take a deep breath." He does so, and you can tell by feeling his pulse why you're holding his hands that he's starting to calm down.
You let go of his hands and touch his face, looking him in the eyes. "Now, tell me what's wrong?" You say, you yourself getting worked up. "That was Anders," He says, "Kai and Amy have been stabbed."