Intersecting Lines Drabbles
Buzz
A room full of some of LA's toughest, most decorated detectives, used to facing down gang-bangers and murderers and hardened killers and they're all sitting there quietly, scared stiff.
Oh they'd deny it of course but it's true. The cause of their problem is one petite medical examiner and the reason is one really pissed detective.
Doctor Isles had casually strolled in, happily smiling and greeting everyone and getting a warm welcome in return, just like normal, before walking over to stand next to Jane's desk, where they'd chatted for a moment before she placed something on Jane's desk and bent over, pointing out something she thought Jane should see. It was at that point I could feel blood pressure's go up all over the room.
Doctor Isles was wearing a blue jacket over a red silk top, but the problem was the pants. Instead of her normal skirt or dress, today she'd opted for pants. Now I'm not all that interested in women's behinds but even I know Maura has a very nice one, people sure talk about it enough, even when she wears skirts, but today she'd gone for pants. White leather pants to be precise.
They were cut perfectly, just as you'd expect from her, but bent over the desk, resting on her hand like that as she tapped whatever it was she'd brought up with the other, the jacket had ridden up and exposed that behind of hers, packaged in form-fitting, tight white leather, not a panty line visible. I looked around and every guy in the room was sneaking a look, even Mike and he should know better, Cathy would kill him if she ever found out.
Mind you, she may not get the chance; Jane just looked up over Doctor Isles' head and scanned the room, a frown on her face, as everyone suddenly found their paperwork fascinating. I smiled and looked away, to see Chief Johnson sitting in her office watching, a wide smile on her face.
I chanced another look around, to see most of the guys were taking another peek then ducking back as Jane's head came up again. I looked back at the Chief to see her grin had grown even wider. We exchanged a look and she casually winked at me, before sitting back at her desk, watching what was going on and trying hard not to laugh. I could image her telling this story to Commander Raydor tonight over dinner; they'd probably be in hysterics, given how amused the Chief was watching us.
Taking a risk, I casually leaned back and took a stretch, seeing everyone apparently engrossed in their paperwork as Jane scanned the room, a pissed expression on her face, while Maura, blissfully unaware, continued her explanation of whatever had brought her up to see Jane.
One woman and she had a room full of detectives cowed, all without saying a thing.
