Matt barely heard what Bill was blabbering about and didn't really care, his focus was on the woman who had just walked through the bar room door. It was the same woman he had met in the museum earlier that day, the same woman who had kissed him, the same woman who had left him trembling.
The room of men fell silent as she walked forward, the dim lights gleaming over the black leather pants that complimented the tight pink sweater she wore. She continued on through the bar, her head held high in confidence and her eyes catching the eyes of every man in the bar, warning them that if they tried anything with her, they'd wake up with more then a headache from their poor drinking habits. Of course, they'd still try, most of them were to hammered to ever focus on her eyes and the rest of them were to focused on other aspects of her most often admired body.
She sat down at the end of the bar in full view of everyone's gazes, crossing her legs as a few men got up to talk to her. She pulled out a cigarette, placing it on the edge of her pink lips. "So," she purred, looking directly at Matt, "which one of you boys wants to light my fire?" A dozen or so lighters were pulled out and held up to her. She smiled at her own achievement then removed the cigarette from her lips. "On second thought, I think it's about time I quit."
Matt's breath was caught in his throat as the voluptuous woman in front of him ran her tongue across her top lip. Gathering all the courage he could muster Matt rose from the barstool he occupied and made his way the mystery woman he met in the museum.
"Hello Agent, I was wondering when you were going to make your way over to me," she smiled, her voice almost seemed to tremble with anticipation.
Hearing the 'Agent' that the woman whispered, the men that were almost clinging to her sunk back into the shadows trying to look oblivious.
Matt smiled back and sat down on the empty stool beside her, "You know my name," Matt stated, "I want to know yours."
"Do you? And why is that?" she tilted her head but kept her eyes locked with his.
"Well I usually get a girls name before embarking on any… oral activities with her," Matt smiled slyly, choosing his words carefully.
"Is that so Agent?" her eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint, "well then, my name is Mimi."
"Do you have a last name, Mimi?"
"Of course, but you're going to have to convince me to tell you," Mimi ensured.
"I'll do my best," Matt promised holding out his hand to her.
"A handshake? That's all I get after that kiss in the museum?" Mimi pouted, making all the guys in the room inch a bit closer in case Matt screwed up.
"I thought we'd start from the beginning, since we seemed to have missed that part."
"I don't miss anything Agent, I just skip over the boring parts," Mimi said taking his hand and using her grasp on him to pull Matt closer to her.
"Why'd you come here?" Matt whispered hoarsely, "I never would have pictured a girl like you coming to such a seedy place like this."
"I have no idea why I'm here, Agent," her voice had become at least an octave lower, the warmth from Matt's hand sending shivers down her spine. "I just got this feeling."
Matt inhaled deeply to try to clear his head. The space between them had diminished so much their lips were millimeters apart. Using his free hand Matt lightly ran his fingers over one of her high cheekbones. Mimi closed her eyes, indulging herself in the feel of his soft strong fingers against her tingling flesh. His breath was hot on her lips and without opening her eyes she brushed her lips against his, this time more lightly then she had the first time. He responded to her kiss with a passion he never knew he had and he would have continued on if it weren't for the noisy friend he totally forgot about.
"Woohoo! Way to go Ishida!" Bill shouted from across the bar, "I knew you could do it!"
As Mimi pulled away, he sighed, wishing he had never given Bill his drink in hopes that he would have been sober enough not to intrude but knew for a fact that one drink wouldn't have made a difference.
"Why don't we go somewhere a little more private?" Mimi suggested getting straight to the point without even noticing. She had never done that before!
"Your place or mine?" Matt grinned attractively pulling her up from the barstool and leading her towards the door.
"Yours," she smiled back with equal attractiveness, following him.
Mimi had never done anything before in her life like she was just about to do but felt within the very reassesses of her soul that it was right. That she would not regret being with the handsome Agent she had met just hours ago. She felt something when she was around him, something intense, something that made her feel safe and secure, but the feeling she got also scared her.
"Do you believe in destiny, Mimi?" Matt asked opening the door to his apartment.
Mimi considered his question carefully as she gazed around his apartment. His place, unlike his office was pretty clean. Most likely due to the fact that he hardly ever spent long periods of time in his apartment, because he was always working at the office. The apartment Matt resided in was sparsely furnished but had the necessities, a TV in front of a dark leather couch, a coffee table littered with documents, and the room was warmly light by tall lamps in the corners of the room.
"Destiny, as in the possibility of our lives being set in stone before we're ever born? Predestined fate in which we have no control over? The fact that we have one purpose, and one purpose only in which we have a lifetime to complete our inevitable task?" Mimi smiled as her eyes crept over the assorted comics such as Spider-man, Wild C.A.T.S, and Fathom that lay beneath the documents on Matt's coffee table.
Noticing her line of vision and the sly smile on her face, Matt quickly picked up the comics, grinning sheepishly, "Yeah, that kind of destiny."
"I'm not sure. I guess if I do believe in destiny, I've been spending my life trying to escape it by denying destiny ever existed in the first place. The whole idea that I have no control over my life scares me." Mimi's eyes widened in shock when she realized that she just told a perfect stranger one of her greatest fears.
Matt noticed this and pulled her into him, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. "I know what you mean, I feel the same way," Matt assured looking deeply into her eyes, "but I think that some people have the ability to cheat destiny. Or change it. To make things happen that normally wouldn't. "
"Really?" Mimi inhaled slowly trying to clear her hazing mind and slow her racing heart beat. "What kinds of things?"
Matt swallowed hard. What was he going to say? "Well… um… like true love… like how the most unusual can fall in love. And how nobody can figure why they stay together, why they love each other so completely, only they can see it… and stuff like that I guess," he rambled on trying to find a way to tell Mimi that he had fallen for her big without out right saying it.
Mimi mumbled a reply as Matt muttered around in circles, then with a mischievous smile on her lips she kissed him in mid sentence cutting off any other words he was about to say.
Matt was shocked but very pleased with her reaction to his mutterings and had no intention of breaking off the kiss that she had started, instead he deepened it. Running his hands up her slender sides Matt brushed a few strands of her golden brown hair behind her ear. Her skin was so soft he could hardly believe he wasn't touching silk.
Mimi moaned as Matt's tongue stoked her own. She buried her long fingers within Matt's thick blond hair as she ran one of her legs up the back of his. Mimi began to unbutton Matt's shirt in an urgent need to feel and explore every inch of his body.
Matt, wasting no time in realizing what Mimi wanted, began to pull her towards his room, his lips never leaving hers. Gently laying Mimi down on his bed, Matt began a trail of gentle kisses along her jaw line and down her exposed neck.
A deep sound almost like a purr escaped Mimi as her body began to tremble with anticipation. Regaining her composure as much as she could, Mimi pushed Matt's open shirt off his shoulder and took several seconds to admire his body. Matt was well muscled and toned but still sleek and graceful. That same mischievous smile played itself once again over her lips before she pushed Matt onto his back, so she was straddling him. Running her fingertips over Matt's bare chest, Mimi leaned forward to kiss his shoulders, then used the tip of her tongue to draw a line from Matt's collar bone to hip lips, capturing him in a mind blowing kiss.
"Are you sure about this Mimi?" Matt asked huskily as Mimi's hands roamed over certain sensitive parts of his anatomy. The things she could do with her fingers were simply amazing!
"Tachikawa," Mimi whispered her breath shallow as Matt's hands wandered over her tensing body.
"What?" Matt asked confused and bewildered at the same time.
"My last name, it's Tachikawa," Mimi gasped confirming both of Matt's questions, "You've convinced me."
* * *
Mimi inhaled deeply, the smell of her newfound lover registering in her mind. She smiled slightly and without opening her eyes she snuggled closer to Matt, resting her head on his shoulder, feeling his soft skin against her cheek.
'Last night was completely amazing! I've never been more relaxed in my life! I've never felt so at peace!' Mimi thought, drawing mindless designs on Matt's chest with her index finger.
Matt could feel her tiny ministrations but chose not to move or let Mimi know that he was awake, instead he decided to lie there enjoying the feeling of her against him. After a while though he felt her raise, leaving the warmth of his bed. This was the moment he decided to let her know he was awake and slowly opened his eyes to the dim light of the room to find her picking up her scattered clothes and pulling them on lazily with a look of contentment on her face. She looked so beautiful, the sunlight streaming through widows, illuminating her features.
"Were are you going?" Matt pouted sitting up.
Mimi seemed startled, but only for moment. Turning to Matt in nothing but her black leather pants and black lace bra, "I have business to attend to today."
Matt's breath caught in his throat, he swallowed hard a few times before responding, "It's Saturday morning," Matt glanced at his alarm clock, "Saturday afternoon."
"I know, that doesn't change a thing though, I still have to work," Mimi sighed heavily pulling her sweater on.
"Don't I get a goodbye kiss?" Matt made his irresistible puppy dog eyes as he threw his legs over the bed.
Mimi rolled her eyes with a sense of satisfaction written all over her face. "All right, but only one, I'm late enough as it is."
Mimi bent down over Matt to give him a quick peck on the lips but he captured her in a soul-searing kiss, pulling her down on top of him.
"Mmmm… Matt, I have to… I have to… go," Mimi gasped as Matt kiss her in between words.
"Then leave," he offered with a wry smile running his hands over her body.
"Oh Matt… mmmm," Mimi moaned knowing that she wouldn't leave Matt's place, at least until he was finished
* * *
"Special Agent Ishida," Matt mumbled into cell phone.
"Ishida, you need to get down here right away," Matt's boss said roughly through the connection.
"Can it wait? I'm kinda tied up at the moment," Matt glanced at Mimi's sleeping form beside him.
"No, Lilly's struck again," he said quickly.
"So? Can't that wait a few hours?" Matt argued running his fingers gently down Mimi's bare back as she slept.
"She's killed."
"What?" Matt stuttered, "but from what we know she doesn't even carry a weapon!"
"She does now, so get over here now!" he ordered breaking the connection before Matt could argue even further.
"Matt?" Mimi inhaled deeply turning over.
Matt's heart sank at the prospect of leaving Mimi but he forced himself to get out of bed and get dressed.
"Matt," Mimi pouted, "Come back to bed, it's cold."
"I'm sorry," Matt smiled at her child like personality, "I have to go. It's this case I'm working, our suspect just killed."
"What?" Mimi sat up in shock but just as suddenly lay back down as if Matt's words didn't even phase her.
Matt eyed her suspiciously but then cleared his mind of troubled thoughts. "Meet me tonight?"
"Always," Mimi promised, stretching out lazily prior to getting dressed herself.
"All right I'll meet you here at about eleven?"
"Fine by me."
"Great, we can go out for a late dinner," Matt suggested kissing her good bye as they exited his apartment.
"Later," Mimi waved to him as she left him to lock the door behind him.
* * *
Matt inhaled deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose to ward of his headache. His previously amazing day was taking a turn for the worse. A 180 degree turn in fact. After Mimi had left everything seemed to go down hill for him. The only evidence that Lilly was ever there was the snow-white lily that she always left at a crime scene. There was absolutely nothing else to go on and the autopsy turned up void as well.
The victim was shot once to the head with Smith and Wesson handgun. The blood spatter at the crime scene suggested the man was shoot point blank to the head. There were no fingerprints, no footprints, and no criminal DNA.
The local cops that Matt had to work with were simply impossible and wouldn't co-operate at all. His boss wouldn't get off his back and set him up with a partner for the rest of the case because "he wasn't making any progress". Matt's partner, Eddie Pierce, was the most disrespectful, self righteous, arrogant, son of a bitch Matt or any other FBI Agent had ever worked with. The worst part of it though was that by the time Matt had been able to investigate and report in to his superiors he knew that Mimi would have though he had blown her off. It was almost one in the morning by the time he made it to his apartment.
Yawning, he began to climb the stairs to his apartment, taking in the dull almost dreary colors of the building on his way. Pulling out his keys, Matt began to open his apartment door, only to find that it was already opened. He stood there trying to remember if he had locked it or not and distinctly remembered locking it.
Pulling out his gun, the adrenaline that was releasing itself into his system woke him up immediately. Cautiously Matt opened the door surveying his surroundings. Nothing seemed to be out of order and nothing was missing but that didn't stop his from keeping his gun raised or searching the rest of the apartment. The only thing that seemed to be out of place was the open front door, maybe he did leave it unlocked? The bathroom was all that was left to check and when he opened the door the scene he beheld nearly made him nearly drop his gun with shock.