Okay, so I have no idea if this is has made national news yet... which I doubt, because nobody cares about Alaska. Ha. However, the Western part of Alaska (I'm in the Western area) is getting absolutely decimated by a storm. Half of the coast line is facing serious erosion from the storm, some of the smaller villages might not exist tomorrow, the wind gusts are reaching an easy 100 mph, and the seas are reported to be at 30 feet. On the coast. Needless to say, it's pretty bad.
Now, as I have lived in Alaska all my life, I'm used to storms. I seriously laugh when people complain about blizzards, because half of the time, they don't even know what an Alaskan blizzard is truly like. I have lived in Unalaska for nine years and that's where things start to get different. You see, Unalaska is right where the Bering Sea meets the Pacific Ocean. Basically, I'm fucked in terms of killer storms. We get hurricanes monthly and go to school in white out conditions with winds at a steady 80 mphs hour. So, in reality, it's not a big deal...
And it's this moment that I'm thankful that this storm didn't hit my town. As a matter of fact, Unalaska itself was damn lucky. On our radar, there's a storm below us, and the massive son of a bitch storm right above us. We are seriously on the outer edge of that storm and we're not taking a single hit... But if we did, it'd be terrible. Last year, we had our crane get blown over by wind gusts believed to be at 200 mph. My living room window was smashed during that same storm. With seas that high, our school (which is right by the ocean) would have been severely damaged. Not only would the school be damaged, but the pool (connected to the school), the roads and our rec center would have been damaged...
But that's not really my point. My point is that right now, my heart and soul is going out to all my fellow Alaskan's on the western coast line who have to sit through this terrible storm. I've been there... I know exactly what these people are going through. It's not pleasant. You always have that constant fear that something bad is going to happen, such as window breaking or a wall caving in...
I just hope that come tomorrow night, everyone in the wake of that storm will be okay.
Seriously, my heart goes out to all of my fellow Alaskan's who have to face this hell-hole right now.
Chapter Three: "Down"
My past three hours had been nothing more than a living hell. It was seriously like God was trying to punish me. Rose looked ever so tempting behind those bars with that tiny outfit and those killer high heels…but I couldn't think like that. I had to keep my mind clean in order for my mind to process.
Which is exactly why I wasn't the one to take her to the integration room. As a matter of fact, that's what Mason did. Apparently, Mason thoroughly enjoyed the banter with Rose. At least he could handle her without his sex need going through the roof. Actually, I take that back – he was probably thinking about having sex with Rose just as much as I was, but he managed to play it off through jokes, given his regular nature.
Rose was sitting in the interrogation room, waiting patiently for her lawyer. And I, being the creeper that I was, was watching her through the one way mirror. If I had to guess, I would say that she knew that I was there – but did nothing to show that.
I was star struck and I knew it. It was becoming impossible to get the thought of her touch out of my mind and I just couldn't understand as to why. She was a perpetrator in a major crime … Didn't I normally hatred towards people in a crime?
"Nice hickey there, boss," Jill smirked. Huh, I hadn't even heard it appear next to me. I glared at her, finding it nice not to stare at Rose, who was starting to look pissed beyond all belief. Jill kept an innocent expression on her face. "What? She did some damage to you; might as well call them what they are." She sighed as her green eyes drifted towards her. "It's a damn shame she's here, though. Rose is a really nice girl when she's not on display … But you know how daddy issues get."
Jill was right; most girls who had 'daddy issues' revolted in a way that they shouldn't. My stomach clenched as I thought about what her daddy issues were; was she molested? Abused? Raped? Or maybe she just didn't get the love she deserved – that was a leading factor into girls turned into prostitutes.
"Ah, Belikov! It's been awhile!" I turned around and blanched as soon as I saw who had spoken. It was Adrian Ivashkov, one of the better defense attorneys out there. Adrian was also the man that Jill had been dancing with at the club, which meant that Jill's cover would be blown very shortly. I looked over at my partner, whose face had become covered with a coat of sweat. "I heard what happened to Ivan. It's a damn shame. But, I've also heard that you've gotten quite the fiest- Jailbait?"
And her cover was blown.
But good old Jill kept her head held high. "Adrian," she purred, "It's so nice to see you here instead of some dingy club. Surprised? You shouldn't be." Adrian had stopped moving, so Jill took a step forward, pulled her business card out of her pocket, and put a hand on Adrian's chest. "Don't worry, though. This is me taking up your offer from a few hours ago." She stuck her card into the pocket on his shirt and turned on her heels, leaving a very stunned defense attorney in her wake.
I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips. "Oh, the look on your face is priceless, Ivashkov. But are you really surprised? The fact that I was there and you had seen me talking with Jill didn't make any alarms go off in your head?" Then again, he hadn't known that Jill was my new partner. "Jill really likes you, though – she was really disappointed when you offered to take her back to your place and she couldn't go."
Adrian cleared his throat. "Yeah, well…" He was at a loss for words, which was unusual for him. "Can I talk to my client? Or are you just trying to stall me?"
Oh, so he was Rose's lawyer. How the hell could she afford him? I knew that Adrian liked to price high. "Of course you can go and talk to her. The stalling was just an added, and quite hilarious, bonus. She's going to be in the room with us, you know. Oh, this is just going to get so much more entertaining!" And it was. Those two had some obvious sexual tension between them.
"Watch yourself, Belikov," Adrian threatened as he pushed the door open and shut it behind him.
I snorted as he approached Rose, who looked incredibly thankful to see him. When she saw him, she got up and actually hugged him … and he hugged her back. Okay, so the two obviously knew each other, and had known each other for a long time. Wasn't that a conflict of interest? Or did that apply to lawyers? And more importantly, where the hell was our DA?
I turned my head at the sound of heels clicking against the floor and saw Jill approach the window, wearing the same confused look on her face as I was. When she looked at me, I merely shrugged.
"I'm not sure. My guess is that they've known each other since high school. I didn't know she knew Eddie, though. I knew about Mason – but Eddie was very surprising. Did you know?" Jill nodded her head as she watched the lawyer and client exchange out of the corner of her eye.
"I knew a little bit. Eddie told me a little bit of it back when we were dating, when we first started the operation. It's why he had to pull out on the undercover aspect. He would have stayed if it hadn't been for Rose; you saw how easily he cracked when she spoke to him…" Jill sighed as she ran her hand through her hair. She opened her mouth to say something, but kept it shut.
It was painfully obvious that Jill knew something that I didn't. However, I knew that if I asked her, she wouldn't tell me. I could already see the answer in my head … It's not my story to tell. I crossed my arms across my chest as I watched Adrian and Rose exchange interactions. Rose looked frustrated and Adrian looked somewhat smug. I could only imagine what he was saying to her.
"I swear to God, you two better have a damn good reason for dragging me out of the bed at one in the morning," a voice said behind us and I mentally sighed in relief. At long last, our DA had arrived. Jill and I turned around at the same time and I watched Jill's face pale.
"Well, she lawyered up … And after last time, we decided that it'd be prudent to have you here while we talked to our suspect, dear sister. Besides, it's not like you and Christian weren't up anyways." Jill responded, but there was a heavy strain in her voice. Whatever she knew that I didn't, I would find out very, very soon.
Lissa yawned as she ran a hand through her hair. "I'm not going to answer that. She lawyered up already? I'm surprised. You didn't even talk to her…" She titled her head to the side to get a glimpse of the person in there and then she raised her eyebrows.
"Ivashkov's in there? Isn't that the guy who keeps coming to the club, the one that you're obsessed with?" She turned her attention to Jill, whose face only flushed. "You know you can't do anything with him until the case is over, right?"
It was like a slap in the face, but it was information I knew. Sleeping and having a potential relationship with a suspect was bad; a very bad idea. It's not like she was going to be innocent; if Rose was put in front of a jury, she would be convicted. I inhaled a sharp breath as I thought about this. We finally had made a huge break in the case and already, Jill and I were facing grounds for dismissal about it.
"You think I'm stupid? I feel like you becoming pregnant have sort of killed some of your brain cells," Jill responded with a light, joking tone. The two sisters shared one hell of a history, one that I didn't know much of. The blonde frowned as she put her hand on her stomach, which held a very small baby bump. It looked like Jill's words had truly stung Lissa, and I cleared my throat.
"How about we just go in and get this taken care of, so you can go home and go back to bed. Does that sound alright?" Jill's face tightened and Lissa gave a nod as she rubbed her eyes. It was amusing, because up until the time she had found out she was pregnant, she had been more than willing to come in at ungodly hours.
The sisters didn't say anything, and I took this as a sign to go forward. I led the small entourage into the integration room and took my normal spot in the left corner, near the mirror – which was really the one way window. Jill kept moving forward and took her spot across from Rose and Adrian, but Lissa stopped as soon as she got a decent look at the girl sitting in the chair.
It was like the domino effect. Lissa faltered once she got a look at Rose, and Rose faltered as soon as she looked at Lissa. And Adrian … Adrian looked highly uncomfortable about the whole thing. I quirked an eyebrow towards my partner, but she wasn't looking at me.
It was apparent that we were doomed to lose this case from the start.
And so I watched; I watched as the expression flooded Lissa's face and I could see the tears forming in her eyes as she looked at Rose… And Rose looked … well, she looked frightened. As in truly frightened. In my mind, I couldn't help but think about how this was complete and utter karma towards Rose, because that's what she got for being a prostitute … but I mentally slapped myself as I thought about those harsh words.
Lissa and Rose shared a history, and a very detailed history at that. Our assistant district attorney sucked in a sharp breath as she took one more look at our suspect. Lissa made a quick decision and turned on her heels before storming out of the room. My partner didn't hesitate and was on her sister's tail within seconds, leaving the door wide open.
There was silence, and Adrian's phone buzzed. He cursed before he pulled his phone out of his pocket and glared at the screen. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "I'm sorry, Rose, but I've got to take this call. I'll be back in a few minutes." The lawyer turned his attention to me. "Don't even think about questioning her."
"Wasn't going too," I replied with a roll of my eyes as he slid out of the room. The door slammed shut and I took a calming breath.
It was just Rose and I.
Alone.
In a room.
I clenched my fists together as way to keep me distracted. No, I wasn't going to let my mind wander about the feel of her lips against mine, her body rubbing up against me… Everything she had said in the car… It had been impossible to keep myself in check in that damn patrol car, let alone when we got to the station. Couldn't she have changed, too?
Rose didn't say anything, which I found odd. Given her personality, I was just waiting for the string of sexual innuendos that were bound to come out of her pretty little mouth as soon as everyone was gone. Yet, they didn't come. I was attempting to focus on the weather outside, which was becoming impossible. I watched her carefully out of the corner of my eye.
The affect from Lissa's appearance was taking a toll on her. Her eyes were glassy and she looked slightly dazed over, but I believed that the dazed over look was her coming off the cocaine high. Her hands were shaking as they moved from her death grip on the arms of the chair to the table. With her hands rested, she placed her head down on the table, effectively obscuring anyone's view from her.
She could have been sleeping, but I knew better. The giveaway signs were the sniffles, and at that point, I knew she was crying. Whatever the history they had, it must have been brutal – Rose appeared to be an incredibly confident woman and it truly seemed like only a few things would break her. This was clearly one of them. I watched her carefully as she tried to control her breathing, but it was becoming impossible for her.
One by one, she was breaking down.
And part of me started dying, because I knew that there was nothing I could do to help her.
Okay, so this is where I say the rest of my AN, since the one at the top was long! (:
I'm just letting you guys know now that I won't be updating this until I update the rest of my stories. They're kind of behind, and I've got a lot going on in my life right now. And, on top of that, I got such a great response for the first chapter... and an okay response for the second chapter, so that kind of damped my spirits a little. But it's mainly this stress I'm facing. I'm about ready to kill a bitch, I swear to God.
Hmm. Lissa was introduced... And she and Jill know that they're sisters? What is this madness? Haha. The Rose and Lissa situation will be explained... in the next chapter. Cause, y'know, I like to switch POVs. (:
Until next time, my loves! Leave me a review or I split your soul into twenty. Like the Duggars. /bad pun.
