ONE MONTH LATER
"You know…the last time I was here, I wasn't aloud in." I smiled small, shaking my head and squeezing the small hand in mine. I pulled open my office door and moved out of her way, letting her walk in before me. "Well this is just not fair. Why do you get a bigger office then me? All I have is a tiny little crappy desk that can't hold half the shit on it…" I let my office door shut softly behind me as I followed her in slowly. Her hands grazed over the dark wood on my desk as she stared at the pictures on the walls. "Not that I don't trust you or anything but…who are these hussies with you in these pictures?" I laughed loudly making her turn fully to me and sit on the edge of my desk, raising one eyebrow staring at me. I put both hand sin my loose fitting jeans and let my eyes wander down her body.
I had known, since meeting her she wasn't a normal kind of beautiful. She had this certain look about her that made men, even women fall to their knees in awe. Her hair, being pulled back with a clip right now, and a tiny little yellow flower behind her ear, which I picked for her (not at like a store or anything. Just one off her neighbor's lawn) was put in place perfectly. If one strand of her medium length brown hair, with a slight curl to it, fell out it would probably make her that much more beautiful. And it was her face, that the hair would fall around sometimes, that really made you stare at her, those 5 seconds more. Her eyes which I always got lost in, her dark, deep blue. From far away they looked black almost. But getting closer to her, you could see the shade of blue that could be compared to the night sky when the sun has gone down but there is still some light making the light blue…just a little darker. And if you looked at her eyes, you had to stare at the tiny little button nose, which of course led to her full red lips. Now…if the nose and the eyes and the lips weren't enough, the flawless smooth skin, with just a freckle here and there was sure to catch you off guard.
But it wasn't just her face either. As perfect as it is, I'm not with her for her looks. Her body, while most people assume that because she's a cop, she has big muscles that would make people either think she's a lesbian or just compensating for the fact that she is a cop. But no. There are no muscles on her body…I mean yeah she has muscles but they're not big and manly. Her arms are on the skinny side actually with just a slight hint of definition. Her shoulders and back, which had few scars and even some welts still, where toned and beautifully tan. Her chest which if I had my way, would be a tad bigger, but her c cup breasts are perfectly, perfect. Her stomach, flat, toned and tan, like the rest of her. And of course the real winner in my eyes were her legs. Knowing that if I wanted, I could make those legs, always smooth, wrap around my body, blew me away.
And it was days like these that I loved when she showed off her girly side. She had on a yellow and black flower dress, that came just down to the middle of her thighs. It was bunched up in the middle just under her breast which extenuated the beautiful curve of her body. It was a halter dress cut low in the front, and kind of tight. Not because she couldn't fit into it, I just think it's the way the dress is made…I swear I will never understand how women could want to wear such tight clothes. All the time. Not that I'm really complaining. "Listen Knight…you can't just ignore me and get away with having pictures of these beautiful, blonde, big titty whores all over your office." I looked back up at her face and continued on my path to her. She quickly wrapped her arms around her front, to put up the defense. Her sweater, just a small white one covered her arms and back that would have been bare, with the dress she was wearing. I hated how self-conscious she was with her scars, but no matter how many times I told her she was beautiful, she wouldn't believe me.
"Listen Benson…" I stopped right in front of her, not taking my hands out of my jean pockets, and leaned into her, brushing my lips over her nose softly. "They are my past. If you blame anyone, or should be mad at anyone, Carlos is your guy. I mean…what am I supposed to turn him down after he pays for the hookers?" There was a quick hit to my stomach and I pulled back a little looking in her eyes. "Most of those girls were drunk when I took their pictures, and some are even younger girls. Friends of my sisters." Another hit to my stomach and I sighed rolling my eyes. "Okay let me try this again…uhm they were meaningless women I used to get laid. None of them meant anything to me, but I kept pictures of them to…help remember the good times I had with them." I smiled big and she frowned shaking her head. "How'd I do?" She narrowed her eyes at me and sighed softly.
"If I catch one blonde bimbo anywhere near you…like ever…I will plant cocaine on her and throw her ass in prison." I couldn't help but laugh and nod at the same time as she turned her head looking over her shoulder at my desk. "So what do you need to do here before we go?" I sighed, remembering I actually had legitimate work to do and slowly moved around her, walking behind my desk.
"I just need to sign off on some contracts, handle some bills that no one in this place can do themselves, and work out a schedule with Carlos for when we get back."
"Anything I can do to help?" She pushed off the edge of my desk and I turned on the monitor of my computer. I smiled small and pointed to the filing cabinets along the wall to my left.
"The last one, in the corner, in the top drawer, in the very first pocket sleeve is a bunch of unorganized papers on clients with the last name starting with A. Can you get me that folder?" She smiled big and nodded, practically running to the cabinet. I chuckled quickly typing in my password and watched her pull the drawer open, looking in it suspiciously. "If you like being a clean cop I wouldn't look in there too long." She turned to me horrified and I laughed shaking my head. "I'm kidding pretty girl." She rolled her eyes grabbing the thick folder in the very front and pushed the drawer closed. She walked over to me smiling again and walked behind my desk setting the folder in front of me. I opened it seeing her standing awkwardly beside me and laughed to myself sitting back. "Take a seat babe." She moved quick sitting on my lap but to the side so I could see my desk and computer. One of her arms wrapped around the back of my neck and kissed the side of my head softly as I started to look through the folder.
She sat quietly and still on my lap for about 10 minutes while I worked. She would play with the hair on the bottom of my neck and plant kisses here and there along my face and neck. I had gotten through four contracts before there was a knock at my door and it pushed open. We both looked to it and I smiled small watching Carlos walk in. He frowned and threw up his hands. "No one told me it was bring your girlfriend to work day!" Jessica laughed shifting on my lap and I sat back a little watching him walk to the chairs in front of my desk and sit down. "So…how long you guys going to be gone, and when you get back am I going to be able to use you for some stuff?" He was being as vague as he possibly could, because Jessica was in the room, and knowing that meant it wasn't anything good.
"Some stuff? Jesus Christ if you guys want some privacy I can leave." She started pushing herself up off my lap but I pulled her down quick and shook my head to Carlos who shrugged. "Seriously it's okay…I actually need to use the bathroom. Where is it?" I let her go as she pushed off me completely and walked around my desk. Carlos pointed out the door and then to the left. She nodded, punching his arm as she went. When she turned around to close the door she gave me a small sweet smile. The door shut softly and Carlos sat up leaning on my desk.
"How is she doing?" I threw my pen on the desk and leaned back completely shaking my head.
"No idea…I mean. Yeah she's the same. But I honestly don't remember the last time she let me see her naked. And I'm not just saying sex wise…she won't even dress or undress in front of me. She takes her clothes in the bathroom dude. It really fucked with her head. The torture and God only knows what else that fucking bastard did. You know…he's fucking lucky the feds have him. I swear to God man…"
"Wow you probably don't want to hear my news then…" I frowned and cocked an eyebrow breathing out slowly. "I got a call from James. Don got out. I don't know all the details, but I guess it was quite a show. A bunch of tear gas, guns firing into the air…you know, the typical Mob bullshit to get their boss out of custody. No one knows where he is, or anything about the escape. But we were told, and I asked James and Logan not to tell her anything yet until I could talk to you." I nodded slow and chuckled softly.
"So…that's the 'stuff' you wanted me to help you with when we get back?" He nodded giving a side, cocky grin and I sat up shrugging. "Were gone two weeks. The last weeks of her paid leave." He nodded again and just as I was about to ask if he had any plans set in motion for Don yet, my door was pushed open and three cops, all in uniforms barged in, one holding a pair of handcuffs.
"Kendall Knight." I stood slowly as the one with the handcuffs came towards me and grabbed one of my arms twisting it behind my back. "You are under arrest. " My mouth fell open as I felt the all too familiar metal on my wrist and the other one, just pulled and twisted behind my back. Carlos immediately started protesting getting held back by the other two cops as I was led out of my office. I was pushed roughly down the hall, clenching my jaw hard hearing Carlos yelling at the two other cops, and just as I was shoved to the front lobby area I heard Jessica asking, rather angrily where the hell they were taking me and on what ground. I glanced back just as I was pushed out into the semi-warm fresh air to see both her and Carlos being held back.
The drive to the police station was all too familiar and irritating. I tried asking the driver at least 50 times why I was arrested and complained I wasn't read my Miranda rights. Yeah this isn't my first ride in the back of a cop car, in handcuffs. Unfortunately my anger only grew when he ignored me and turned up his radio on his shoulder. I decided to watch the town go by, thinking of anything they could possibly have on me, even thought my new friend, the chief of police said I wouldn't be charged with anything for the past two months or so. But I guess once a dirty fucking cop, always a dirty fucking cop.
I was dragged through the front doors of the station by this guy who was much smaller than me and I could have easily taken. When he pulled me out towards the interrogation rooms, I sighed realizing it was going to be one of those trips. Where I get blamed for some stupid shit I didn't do. However, once we started getting closer to the rooms, he unhand cuffed me, and stopped me right at the first room. He pushed the door open and lightly shoved me in. I turned quick seeing him laughing but closing the door. I moved quick to stop the door from shutting but it was too late. I sighed turning slowly seeing only one small light on the corner of a desk flushed up against the wall. There was an empty chair, next to a chair being occupied, sitting in front of the desk and when I got closer I could hardly believe it was Logan sitting there. I pulled the empty chair out next to him and sat down hard. "What the fuck Dick?" He turned to me frowning and sipping from his cup of coffee. He gently set it on the table, wiping his mouth.
"Hey…watch your mouth Knight and calm down. You're not really in trouble. I just had them arrest you because I knew you wouldn't come on your own." I sat back nodding and he cleared his throat turning to me. "Now…think back about a month ago when we went into Don Cristiano's house and kicked some ass and took some names…you remember the talk we had before hand in the car?" I nodded small feeling a blush cover my face, hating that he remembered it and looked anywhere but in his eyes. My gaze fell on the two way mirror getting my attention quick. I could easily make out the back of James's head. He was sitting in a chair in front of a table across from a guy. He looked like a crack head, and I was curious as to why I would even care. "Meet Jimmy Swanson. His current day job is selling heroin on the street corners and his residence lies under the bridge down town, so he has a view of the water." I turned back to Logan who opened a folder on the table in front of us and tapped it. "We did some digging…well I did some digging with the help of Garcia to track this son of a bitch down. I know it doesn't make any of what happened better, but I wanted to prove to you that not all of us pigs are the same." He smiled small and I shook my head, beyond confused.
"What the hell are you talking about Logan?" He laughed and stood up pressing the small black device in his ear.
"Come in for a second." I turned quick seeing James push away from the table and walk to the door. Not a second later he walked in the room we were in, and smiled big at me.
"Hey buddy! I thought you would be on your plane to paradise already with that little hottie?" I frowned standing up, between them and James turned to Logan. "He's basically crying like a little bitch in there. He keeps saying sorry and shit but…I don't buy it. He has confessed however and we have that on tape now so…book him Dan-o…or Logan-o…whatever. I'll book him." He turned walking to the door but I reached out and grabbed his arm hard.
"Wait…what the hell is going on?" They both turned to me and Logan swallowed hard pointing to the pathetic looking guy in the room next to us.
"Jimmy Swanson was one of the guys who killed Nicole. I found him, like I said with the help of Carlos." I let a hard breathe leave my mouth as I fell back in my seat hard. All I saw was the man in the chair in the room next to us. All I wanted to do was go over there and beat the living hell out of him. Or maybe shoot him three times. "Were still trying to find the other three…but this is a really good start. Now he can go behind bars, where he belongs." I heard the door open again and turned quick seeing Carlos walk in. He looked around nodding his head and smiling.
"I always wondered what these rooms looked like. It's pretty cool to be on this side of the glass." James laughed clapping his shoulder, while he stopped in front of me. "Dude…I think it might pay off with you dating a cop and all now. It's like…you're fucking the law, and the law isn't fucking us over."
"Well technically, Kendall isn't the only one. You're sister's fucking the law too." James elbowed Carlos who turned up to him. James swallowed hard, and turned to Logan. "Sorry…they get loud at night. I shouldn't have agreed to be your roommate dude. I mean…I don't know much Spanish, but she was yelling a slew of profanities…"
"James!" He stopped and cleared his throat letting go of Carlos. He turned and walked out of the room quick.
"Anyway…my point is…Logan and James and Jessica…they aren't that bad. I actually like them ya know…especially after Logan did all this for you. It…it gives me hope for our future as business partners and…" Carlos looked to Logan and shrugged. "Friends. But I swear to God dude if you break my little sisters heart…" I stood up quick putting a hand on Carlos's shoulder, smiling.
"Don't worry Bro…he's a good guy." Carlos mumbled something in Spanish under his breath as he turned and walked out of the room closing it behind him. I turned quick to Logan and put out my hand. "You're a good guy Logan Mitchell, chief of police." He smiled and gently took my hand shaking it.
"You are too. Jessica is one lucky girl…take care of her on your vacation." I nodded and let go of his hand. "I know Carlos already told you about Don. But were going to get him again. Trust me." I laughed putting my hands in my pockets and watched James and another guy go in the room and lift the guy form his chair, and hand cuff him. They slowly walked him out and my shoulder was gently shoved. "Get going dude. You need to catch your plane." I smiled, reaching for the door handle and pulled it open stepping out. The first person I saw was Jessica. She was leaning against the wall talking to Carlos quietly, looking as beautiful as ever. Again, her beauty made me stop in my tracks and suck in a hard breath. When she saw me, staring she smiled and pushed off the wall, walking towards me.
"Please tell you're jerk of a friend that my acting was exceptional back there! I really sold that I was upset about you being arrested didn't I?!" She pouted putting her arms around my neck and kissing me softly. I smiled nodding and saw Carlos, Logan and James get behind her, smiling at us.
"Of course you did baby." I kissed her back hearing a collective, "ewe" from the other three and pulled away from her. Her fingers dragged through my hair and she gave me a concerned look.
"Is everything okay? With…" She paused and swallowed hard looking down. I kissed into her soft hair gently and closed my eyes.
"Yeah…everything fine. I have you. What more could I want or need?" She nodded against em and I turned us, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Hey Knight…bring her home unhurt. I need my new partner ready for crime fighting." I gave thumbs up to James who smiled big and nudged Logan. "Look at me…I got the hot girl as my new partner. I'm awesome." I kept my head turned as I walked her out seeing Logan shove him hard, into Carlos who shoved him back. I laughed turning my head back to the front, and pulled her in tight smiling as big as I could.
"I love you Benson." One of her hands slipped into the back pocket of my jeans and she sighed.
"I love you too Knight."