"I hate you asshole! You bastard!" she spit in his face.

He merely chuckled and knelt down in front of her and removed the hair out of her eyes.

"Bitch, no one loves you. You're lucky to still be alive and the last person who should be talking about hate."

A single tear slid down her cheek and she bowed her head as he walked out the room. She put her torn shirt back on and looked for her skirt vainly. She eyes overflowing with tears that slide down her face and fell to the floor. The door opened and someone walked into the room. They knelt down in front of her. She looked away and got up.

"Koto, why didn't you do what he said? Mel is furious and now he is saying he won't pay us."

Makoto turned around and slapped her.

"Shut the hell up Rhonda! I can't believe you talked me into doing this again. I'm leaving for good. We're through as friends. I don't talk to sluts!"

Rhonda held her cheek and her lips trembled.

"So that is what I am? A slut? Fuck you Koto, but just remember you're one too."

Makoto rolled her eyes and walked out the bedroom and down the stairs. Mel was sitting on the couch smoking a cigar and counting money. Makoto avoided eye contact and put on her coat.

"Here," he said amd threw a wad of money at her, "Worth every penny."

"I'm not coming back," she growled and put the money in her pocket.

"That's what they all say, but I ain't gonna worry about it. Sooner or later you're gonna need some money and all I want is a simple fuck. Besides I pay you. So baby its win-win situation."

She flipped him off and walked out the door, ending a friendship and never looking back.

Makoto's eyes flung open and she sat upright. Her chest heaving up and down. She looked around her surroundings. She was laying in a bed and a huge bedroom. Her naked body was covered with the smooth, silky, black sheets on the bed. Something moved next to her. Her eyes wandered over to the movement. Nephrite was sound asleep and nothing covering him. She sighed and got up from the bed to find her clothes. After five minutes she was dressed and ready to leave. As she put on her shoes, an arm wrapped around her waist.

"So you're escaping?" he whispered in her ear.

"No, time for work. I'll call you," she answered.

Nephrite frowned.

"Don't leave just yet. I'm not finished with you. I still got some left in me."

Makoto laughed.

"I really have to go."

She kissed him and walked down the stairs. He followed her to the door.

"At least let me drive you home."

"I called a cab," Makoto replied.

"Is this what you with all your one night stands?"

"Who said it was a one night stand? We can meet up later," she said.

"Okay baby."

Nephrite grabbed her by the hips and kissed her.

She moaned a little a rubbed up against him.

"You sure you have to go now? I need you right now."

Makoto smiled and kissed him again.

"Take a cold shower, lover. My cab is here. Bye"

She walked out his mansion and got into the cab.

"Vegas Boulevard, please," she said.

...

Mina woke up and looked over at the detective. She nudged him a little.

"Wake up sleepy head," she purred lightly.

Andrew snored slightly and turned over. Mina blew out angrily and shook him harder.

"Andrew!"

Andrew opened an eye and frowned.

"Hmm?"

Mina grinned sensually.

"Hey sweetie. Up for another round?"

Andrew got up and began looking for his clothes.

"Actually I'm not in the mood. I've got to get to work."

Mina pretended to look disappointed.

"Oh, too bad. It would have been fun. I'll see you."

Andrew kissed her cheek, got on his clothes and left her house. Mina smirked and went to get dressed.

...

Makoto sat back at her desk and yawned.

"Brooks?"

She looked up to see a dazed Andrew standing there.

"Hey what's up?"

"Nothing. What happened to you last night? You disappeared," he said.

"Oh, you know, I went somewhere with Mr. Silverton," she said plainly.

Andrew frowned and sat on her desk.

"Makoto, he's a suspect-"

"Not anymore. His alibi checked out. So technically he's clean. Anyway why do you care? Did you hit it off with Mina Troy?"

No response. Andrew looked down at the stain on the carpet.

Makoto raised an eyebrow.

"Really? Well congrats on getting laid."

Andrew turned a bright red in his face.

"Shut up! It was fine at first, but you know afterward, I felt weird about it. Makoto, I think I did it to forget about you, but-"

Makoto cleared her throat.

"This conversation is borderline awkward. Rivera, we're partners. Whatever we had is over and that's all I'm saying about it."

Andrew got up and walked away. Makoto just sat there and looked at the ceiling. Her phone vibrated on the table. She picked it up.

"Detective Brooks speaking."

"Makoto Brooks?"

"Yes, who's calling?"

"This is Dr. Amy Matthews. We made an appointment two weeks ago. I need you to come in for a quick checkup if that is alright?"

"It's fine. What time should I come in?"

"Does today at 3pm sound reasonable?" Dr. Matthews answered.

"I will see you then. Bye."

Makoto closed her phone and got up. She went into Darien's office and sat down. He was doing some paperwork and mumbling to himself.

"I thought you were over that whole 'talking to yourself phase'?" Makoto laughed.

Mamoru looked up.

"Funny. Really funny. How is the case going?"

"Not so good. The locals haven't been much help. I'm still waiting on the forensics report. Apparently, they've misplaced it. It's crucial chief."

"I go put a fire under CSI's ass. They are holding up the investigation."

"Thanks. I'm gonna head out soon. I have an appointment. Then I'm going to go hit up a possible lead," Makoto said while getting up.

"Want me to send Andrew with you?"

"No, it's okay. I'll call if I need anything," she said walking out the office.

...

"Damn you're so good," she moaned.

"Well most girls have told me so," he got up off his desk and zipped up his pants.

She straightened her dress and started to reapply her makeup.

"So what is the plan?"

"There is no fucking plan. What the hell are you talking about?"

"Honey, let's be truthful. It was hard to get with her. So there must be some sort of strategy you used."

He fixed his tie.

"Why are you being a bitch? For your information there was no strategy. Enough of this. What did you want to talk about?"

Her eyes flared up, but she cleared her throat.

"Don't you ever call me a bitch. What happened to our deal?"

"Deal?"

"Don't play any fucking games with me Nephrite! I want my end. You told me after you fucked Makoto, I could have her so what the hell!"

Nephrite walked up to her lifted her chin.

"Mina, be patient. I just need her more now than ever."

Mina crossed her arms.

"Well if she so needed, shouldn't she have been on your desk with her legs spread getting fucked by you? She don't deserve you Silverton."

Nephrite smirked.

"So you want to play? Mina, you are weak. What you need to do is go back to the whorehouse you came from because remember that's where I found you. Now you don't want to go back there now do you?"

Mina's lip trembled a little.

"You bastard."

He grabbed her by the hips and kissed her roughly.

"Ouch that hurt."

Mina moaned loudly and rubbed up against him.

"Whatever. It's almost time for me to leave."

Nephrite let her go and walked her down into the gallery lobby.

"So did you and Detective Rivera hit it off?"

"I expect him to call me soon. He only did it so he could either a) forget your girlfriend or b) make her jealous, but he can't resist me. Ciao."

Mina pecked him on the cheek and left the gallery.

Nephrite frowned and walked back up to his office.

...

Makoto got out her car and walked into the clinic. She went up the receptionist and signed in.

"She'll be with you shortly," the receptionist said.

Makoto nodded and sat down. A few minutes later, Dr. Matthews walked in the waiting room.

"Hello, Detective Brooks come in."

Makoto got up and walked into her office. Dr. Matthews sat down in her chair and Makoto sat in front of her desk. Dr. Matthews smiled.

"So how have you been doing?"

Makoto crossed her legs.

"Better I guess. I've been occupying my time with work and stuff."

The doctor nodded her head.

"Really? Nothing happen to you at all?"

Makoto bit her lip.

"Well one night a few weeks ago I had a nightmare and woke up with finger marks around my neck."

"Do you think you did it yourself? Sometimes people interpret their dreams has a reality and tend to hurt themselves."

"Dr. Matthews-"

"Amy."

"Amy, they weren't mine because I would have left cuts on my neck. The prints were bigger. Like a man's would be."

"Makoto, was anyone over your house that night?"

"No, no one was there but me. Besides I haven't been feeling well for awhile."

"Since when?"

"This morning. The headaches, dizziness, and mood swings..." Makoto explained.

"Well I'll do a blood test next week if things don't leave. It might just be your menstruation cycle, but just take some pain relievers and we will see what happens."

"Makoto smiled and got up.

"Thank you Amy"

"You're welcome Detective."

Makoto left the clinic and drove home. At a red light, her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby," Nephrite greeted.

Makoto smirked.

"Hey you. What's up?"

"Nothing in a meeting, but what are you doing later on?"

"Working on the case for a bit, but afterward I'm free. Why?"

"Oh, no reason. Just when you're finished. Come by my place."

"See you then."

The light turned green and she drove on. (Wonder what he wants?)

-WooWoo316 :D