Aquarius – Chapter 10
She didn't go straight home. She should have but she didn't.
She wanted to see something and it was no longer his closet - it was him.
She found him dutifully in the shower as she'd directed although he wasn't exactly showering. He stood facing away from her, behind a wall of steamy glass, his pale form contrasted against the cinnamon colored tile in his shower. He was buried in the blast of spray from jets on both walls with one hand pressed firmly against the wall in front of him and the other busily relieving some of the pressure they'd built together. His head was down and he was nearly finished. In a moment, he'd throw his head back and groan his deep release. It made her wet just thinking about it.
She wanted so much to shed her clothes, climb into that hot spray with him and wrap her arms around him. She wanted to finish what they'd started earlier, but she knew where that would lead and that she'd inevitably be late for work. Tidwell already suspected, mostly based on jealousy, but she didn't need to give him a reason to officially slice her away from the one man she trusted – her only partner.
She bit her lip, unsure if she would startle him by speaking. She wondered if she should just turn and leave or wait for him to finish, when he spoke startling her. "This would be easier if you'd help," he invited, wiping the water from his face with his free hand and turning sideways. His manhood was full and erect. Far from being embarrassed he was confident and calm. It was a powerful and evocative combination.
She took a step towards him before she stopped herself, "I can't…we can't."
This obviously bothered him because he what he was doing and asked her a direct question, "we can't?" His head twisted oddly as if he were trying to divine her meaning from her face or actions, then unable to, he simply asked, "You mean...now? Or ever?"
"I have to go to work," she said. She wheeled and fled and his groan followed her. But it was not the groan of satiation and satisfaction she'd expected. "Stay inside," she threw back merrily, "and take care of your head." She smiled slyly at her double entendre and she thought she heard him laugh as she left.
She spent all day at the office. Most of it was spent reviewing evidence of the bank robbery that wasn't.
No one fought her to review the surveillance footage from the bank. As it turned out the "2-11 in progress" at the Bank of LA was not a robbery at all. Nothing was stolen and the "bad guys" got away. She smiled recalling one of their subjects telling them "you can't steal nothing."
He was right, but you could miss nothing and the rest of the squad had. Theories abounded in the squad room and over the communal coffee pot in the break room: a frat house prank, a nervous robbery crew, a You Tube stunt, but they took no money so "officially" there really wasn't anything meriting Robbery / Homicide involvement.
A couple of high ranking officials, perfectly groomed, officious men in dark navy uniforms with silver buttons and hair to match visited with Tidwell for about twenty minutes behind closed doors and soon thereafter the whole team was advised to return to their regular cases. There was nothing for them to investigate.
But Dani knew something they didn't; it wasn't a prank or a stunt – it was a dry run. Designed to test the responses of the bank staff, of the police and the only ones who knew it were her and Crews.