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Chapter 24

"Dear sweet Richard, do I have to explain to you what will happen if you don't do as I say?" Kris asked as she stepped over Camille's body carelessly and stood in front of him now. "You can try to attack me, but will you?" She stood very close to him now.

Richard wanted to take a step back, but didn't give her the satisfaction of showing any signs of feeling threatened by her. But he did. He did feel immensely threatened.

Kris measured him up as she smiled cockily. She put her knife against his cheek. "Do as I say. Otherwise, I'll use this. This is my first and last warning. Understood?"

Richard nodded as he felt the cold steel pressing against the skin on his cheek.

"What?" Kris asked as she raised her eyebrows.

"Yes." He mumbled angrily.

"That's a good boy!" Kris commented as she patted his cheek in a belittling manner. She turned around and stepped over Camille again. "Get her up." She ordered.

Richard looked at the unconscious Camille.

"Hurry up!" Kris snapped impatiently.

Richard pressed his lips together as he bent and snaked his arm around the inside of Camille's knees and her upper back and lifted her up easily. The feeling of protectiveness he had already been feeling towards her became so immensely big the moment he felt the warmth of her lithe body against him that his knees almost gave way. The silk of her dark blue shining dress felt cool and soft against his skin. At least she was unconscious now, so he didn't have to worry about her safety any longer.

"That's not that difficult, is it?" Kris asked as she pointed with the knife at the empty cell.

Richard swallowed, amazed at how little Camille weighed. "Kris, why are you doing this? Throwing away your career?" Richard tried as he moved towards the jail cells. Maybe he could reason with her. Or at least get some clues to use against her later.

"Don't bother trying to talk to me. I do know all about negotiating techniques and psychology, remember? You wouldn't win a debate with me." She answered impatiently.

And he believed her. This woman was devious. If she could fool all of them like this, who knew what she was even capable of? How was it possible that everybody fell for her manipulation? But everybody had! Even Camille herself who had so much intuition and even she hadn't noticed any of this. Who knew how long Kris had been planning this? How long had she been pretending that she wasn't interested in helping them with this job while all along, she had had her eyes on the diamonds?

"In the right cell. Put her on the ground next to the bars." Kris commanded.

Richard bent and put Camille down slowly and gently.

"Sit down." Kris ordered when Richard had put Fidel and Dwayne in the left cell. "I'll make a special place just for you, Inspector." She promised him. "Against the bars with your back."

Richard looked for a way out of this but couldn't see it. He sat down on the hard concrete as he was ordered to.

"Put your hands through the bars." Kris instructed as she pointed the knife at him lazily. He obeyed and watched her walk out of the cell. She handled the handcuffs as if she could juggle with them, so swiftly and smooth. He felt the metal of the bars pushing against his back. Could he try and fight his way out of this? No. He was sure that he would end up wounded, she was too strong and skilled for him. He hated it. He had seen her fighting on the beach. And the way she handled those knives... He'd find another way to get back at her. "She thought that you were her friend." Richard began.

"Put your arms through the bars, Poole." Kris ordered from behind him when he didn't comply instantly.

He felt the cold metal of the cuffs close around his wrists. He had no where to go now. Not that he had many alternatives before that. "Will they stay asleep for long?"

"As long as is needed. But don't worry." She said as she walked back, twirling the knife around and putting it back somewhere he couldn't quite see. "I'm going to make this time very memorable for you, Inspector." She smirked.

He felt his heart almost stop at her lascivious look. He was afraid to ask what she meant.

Kris sighed out loud with a sound as she looked at Camille. She licked her lips and looked at him again.

"What do you mean?" Richard finally croaked.

"Just be patient, Inspector! You'll find out." She smiled as she took Camille by her arm and under her shoulder and dragged her towards Richard.

"What are you doing?!" Richard asked with wide eyes. He didn't want Camille to get hurt in any way.

"Well, Richard." Kris groaned with effort. "I'm being awfully blunt. Do keep still, if you would."

Richard looked as Kris dragged Camille towards him. "Here we go." She said as Richard gasped when she put Camille in his lap. "Don't worry, Richard, she'll be unconscious for a few hours yet." She muttered as she positioned Camille so she was straddling him. She took another set of handcuffs.

"What are you doing?!" Richard repeated alarmed. "This is highly inappropriate!" Richard tried to move back but the cold bars against his back didn't move one inch. Camille was too close!

"O, yes it is! Isn't it? And I love it!" She said amused.

"You can't do this to her! You're disrespecting her."

"Come on, Inspector. You can't tell me you haven't been dreaming of having her so close? I'll even add the cuffs to go with it." She stated as Camille fell against his chest.

Amusement was dripping from Kris's voice and face. "Nope, a bit higher, sweety." She said to the unconscious woman as she put Camille's left arm around Richard's waist and did the same with her other arm. "There. That looks nice, doesn't it?" Kris said as she clapped her hands enthusiastically when she looked at them both. She walked back to secure the cuffs behind Richard's back around Camille's wrists.

Richard's heart rate had just gone up several beats when he felt Camille's weight pressing against him, practically everywhere. She sat in his lap with her knees flexed on both sides.

Kris made sure that the dress wasn't pushed up too much as she lowered it on Camille's upper legs. "Do try to keep it neat, Inspector." She quipped.

"Why are you doing this?" Richard asked as he felt Camille's full weight against his chest, her chin on his right shoulder, her curls pressing against his cheek. Good Lord! He could not come up with one single reason ever as to why Kris was doing this?! What was the meaning of this?!

Kris combed back Camille's curls to give Richard's face some space. "Because I'm sure that this is one of the only ways to turn off that big smart brain of yours and turn you into a blubbering mass." She studied his face shortly.

Richard felt as if she was undressing him with her eyes, looking right into his soul.

"You might have a superb intelligence, Richard Poole, but I'm smarter when it comes to communication and psychology. Don't you think?" She smiled an icy smile.

"You mean you're a conniving, manipulating bitch!" Richard snapped.

She ignored his words. "You've got a few weak points, Inspector. And one of them is... Well.. You know what, let's keep that a secret. But this way..." She motioned towards Camille. "You won't be busy with thinking clearly and plotting against me." She laughed out loud. "All your blood will go southwards immediately, won't it?" She smiled cheekily as she straightened herself. "I can even predict the future, Richard Poole." She put her hands on her hips as she looked down at him.

"You'll be between all shy and afraid, probably even panicking, and on the other hand..." She squatted in front of him and stared at him. "You want to take her right here and now, don't you? Even you feel lust." She straightened herself again. "And love. I saw it, Poole. So clearly. It's weak, you know. Love makes you weak. It just goes to show. Ahhh, well..." She shrugged apologetically. "It does make things easier for me. I just wish that you had been a bigger challenge. You're a bit of a disappointment really. I do have to be honest... I'm so sad I won't be able to see what happens when she wakes up. I would love to enjoy myself with a box of popcorn to see that show!" She laughed out loud. "Her waking up will be lots of fun." She shook her head a she stood up leanly. "Men... You're all just quite stupid when it comes down to it..."

"You're sick! I would never do anything to her." Richard snapped. But he knew that she was right. Had Camille been right about Kris since day one? That the woman could read you like a book? Was he so easy? No, that wasn't possible. But it did seem that way right this moment... But that was just because she had the upper hand now. Because she had planned this and surprised them all.

"No, but you do want to be between her legs, don't you? Don't tell me you didn't fantasize about that, Poole? Just admit it. I know it's true. It's just the two of us here." She laughed again and waited for an answer. It didn't come. Richard just looked at her, his cheeks red.

She shrugged when it became clear that he wouldn't answer. "Well... I've helped you along. That's all." She shrugged. "You should be thankful really... Seeing the two of you traipsing around each other like horny teenagers...I'll give you some good advice. My last advice to you, because I've given you so much advice about her already. Go be a bunny, Richard. They are at it all day long. Do follow their example." She studied him shortly. "Or don't you know how? No knowledge of how it works down there? How to please a woman?" She shrugged as she looked at Camille. "Don't worry. She's very experienced, I'm sure she'll guide you through the whole procedure. You might even learn some new things. She's creative like that."

Richard swallowed. His eyes grew wide in fear when he suddenly felt the cold steel of her knife against his cheek again. "The other option..." She said in a hoarse, threatening voice. "If you come after me, I'll kill the both of you. I would advise you to choose life, Richard, and love."

"I don't need your advice on life and love." He spat at her. He hated her. "You're pathetic."

Kris slapped him across his face. His head collided with the hard cell bars. Blood trickled from his right eyebrow. She laughed out loud. "There.. She'll probably be very worried about you now. That'll help things along, I hope." She straightened herself and began to unbutton her waistcoat.

"What... What are you doing?" Richard asked with big eyes.

She turned to walk towards the filing cabinet and got something from it. It was in plastic. "Well, Richard Poole..." She said as she dropped her blazer and waistcoat. "I'm going to have some fun." She removed the plastic garbage bag and revealed a black, sparkly dress.

He looked away when she undid the zipper of her trousers and dropped them to the floor. But then his eyes swooped back to her. He wanted to see. He wanted to understand. He needed clues. He needed anything he could get. His eyes fell on the white bandage in her side. He could see a dark stain on the white material. Probably blood. She was wounded?

"See something of interest?" Kris asked as she lowered the dress on her slender, athletic long body.

Richard swallowed. She was beautiful, yes. But he could never be aroused by someone with a character like that. "No." He said coldly.

That only made her laugh. "That's okay. You're not my type anyway." She bent to put on black high heels. "What do you think?" She asked. "Do I look like a good Mrs. Shaw?"

"You're going in as Mrs. Shaw? Alone?" He asked baffled. "Or with Nick? Is he in on this?"

She huffed. "I dealt with him hours ago. Pathetic... Just like you lot." She smiled as she looked down at him. "Don't tell me you're worried?" She walked toward Camille's purse and took out a lipstick. "She won't be needing this." Kris muttered as she took the small bag. "She always had the nicest taste in small handbags." She smiled cheerily.

Richard swallowed as he became aware of Camille again. Camille was hugging him and she didn't even know it. She would not be amused when she woke up, having no where to go with her arms encircling his upper body, trapped in cuffs. And her legs on either side of his, straddling him.

Kris rolled with her eyes and sighed. She looked around at the other cell. Then she checked on the cuffs around Camille's wrists again. "I can't have her getting in my way." She looked at Camille momentarily. "She sure is a force to reckon with, and a big nuisance." She straightened herself. "But that's all sorted out now."

She walked towards the other cell and checked the cuffs on Fidel and Dwayne. She finally closed the door to Camille and his cell. "The Commissioner won't be happy." She said as she looked at both closed cells with almost everyone of the Honore police force bound and gagged and sleeping. "I'm just sorry that I won't be able to see the look on his face." She laughed out loud at that. "Well, this was fun. It was nice getting to know you, Richard Poole." She laughed again. She was enjoying herself immensely. Again.

Kris walked away but then stopped. Richard looked at her back. Saw how she was thinking about something. Then she turned and her dark eyes looked at him. For a moment he thought he saw the old Kris back. The one he had gotten to know. The friendly one, the sweet one, the one that had been for justice according to Camille. She looked at Camille. "Do behave, Richard Poole. Or I'll have to come back and hunt you down."

Richard frowned. Now she was worried about Camille all of a sudden? He felt her gaze on him. "You're sick. You can stop this all, right now." Why was she stalling? She was really taking her time. It felt strange.

Her brows raised. "And miss out on all the fun?" She smiled. "I don't think so." She walked alongside the bars towards them slowly.

"It's not too late to stop this, Kris. I can put in a good word for you with the Commissioner." Richard said.

"You can? Ooo... You're just too sweet." Kris's finger slid over one of the cold cell bars slowly as she studied him intensely.

"You can't have just turned like this overnight. Everyone loves you, believes that you're so friendly and kind, you can't fake that.. What changed?"

"What changed? Poor Richard." Kris laughed. "Nothing changed, sweety. They were all just... Dumb to fall for my act." She laughed evilly. "Well... I'm going to do my last job now. It's time to get rich. And you..." She smiled as she eyed the two. "Do enjoy yourself a little, won't you?" She smirked as she looked at the light switch. "I think I have to turn these off though... Do enjoy the sensations, Richard. If you don't act on your feelings, you'll never be that close to her again. Ever." Everything turned dark as she closed the door. Kris smirked. "I bet she's going to need some comfort in the morning. I would make use of that if I were you."

"I would turn myself in and bang my head against the wall incessently if I were you." Richard snapped. "Sick woman."

She laughed. "And filthy rich in a few hours, Richard..."

"Or dead. You going in there alone, stealing, that's extremely dangerous." Richard stated as he frowned. She had really lost her mind in more ways than one.

Kris smirked as she studied Richard's face. "Or maybe I'm just that good..." She whispered seductively. "Have a nice life. Bye, bye."

Richard heard her leave and then silence washed over the cells. His eyes got used to the darkness. It was still a bit light outside. He looked at Dwayne and Fidel, to make sure they were all right. He didn't dare to breathe, that would make the press of Camille's body against his even harder. He was afraid that she would wake up. How will she react?

He swallowed as he looked away. "The sensations." Kris had said teasingly. She was right. He felt Camille everywhere. All over him. Her scent, her breathing, her warmth, her skin, her breasts pressed against his chest, her legs against his, her weight in his lap, the soft feel of her curls against his skin. He drew a shuddering breath. What would the others think if they woke up? This was just so awful of Kris to do. Why would she do this to a friend?

"There'll be another man if you do nothing." He heard her say. Of course there would. Who wouldn't want to be with a woman like Camille? He swallowed again as he tried to block out his feelings for her. He had to count to not let his body get too aroused. He felt panic come up at the idea that he would get too aroused and she would feel it! Good Lord! That would be utterly shameful and awful, he'd never be able to face her again. He should start breathing and counting right now, to control himself. But all he could do was feel her everywhere. He could almost cry, and the heat was getting to him. He needed her off him, away from him. O god, and if she should wake up... This was horrible. And the worst thing of it all was.. That Kris had been right! He wasn't able to think clearly anymore. His body seemed to have a mind of its own and he didn't seem to be able to control it.

O no, why did he have to think of his dream now? Camille had been sitting in his lap just like this. And the thing she had asked! 'Shall I ride you here? Or do you want to take me on the table?' No! He shouldn't think about that. That had been a dream. A stupid dream. A dream she would never find out about. And this... This was a nightmare...

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