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Late Night Shopping- Chapter 3
"I don't understand why the ME isn't here yet. I called over thirty minutes ago. She should be here by now."
Alex sighed and literally bit her tongue for the fifth time in as many minutes. "Look, Mr. Fried. It's after midnight. I'm sure she's on her way. This could have been taken care of already if you would just let the coroner on duty do his job."
"The mayor called me down here to make sure everything was handled in the best possible manner. I'm not going to let some green little intern screw this up."
"With all do respect, sir. Our coroners are all very skilled and hardly qualify as interns."
"I don't care how good they are! I need the best!"
"Alex shook her head and looked up, silently praying for relief. The officious little ass had been complaining as soon as she had introduced herself. Lucky Bobby, he got to spend his time with the dead guy. She had to baby sit a man whose rapid blabbering and increasingly red face made her wonder if he was going to have a heart attack right here on the side walk. At least then he'd be quiet. It might even be worth her having to give him CPR.
"Detective Eames. I believe your partner could use your assistance inside."
Alex closed her eyes in relief at the sound of Deakins's voice and turned around. She was surprised to see a lot more cops than when they had arrived. She smiled as she realized that Bobby must have kicked them out. "I wasn't aware that you were being called out sir. I'm sure we could've handled this alone."
"Of that I'm sure, detective. However, the commissioner thought it might be best if I was involved." He shot Alex a smile and a sympathetic glance as he looked past her to where the mayor's assistant was jabbering on a cell phone. Fried looked up and abruptly ended the conversation when he noticed someone of higher rank than Alex.
"Finally. Someone who can help me. When is the ME getting here and wen the hell are you getting the body out of there?"
Alex grinned at the instant look of distress on Deakins' face. "Captain, this is Richard Fried, the mayor's assistant. Mr. Fried, the captain will be able to help you now." Alex walked off towards the entrance to the restaurant chuckling as she heard Deakins trying futilely to calm the assistant.
The restaurant was gorgeous, if a little overstated and opulent for Alex's tastes. Actually despite the one table, everything seemed to be in place, like people had simply got up and walked out in the middle of dinner. Usually when someone died, people panicked and scattered leaving a hell of a mess behind. Not here though. She walked over to the only occupied table and looked at the victim. Nothing seemed out of place. In fact except for the blue tinge to his skin and his face covered in soup, he might have been asleep.
The whole scene seemed more civilized than anything she was used to. No sirens, no screaming or crying, no morbid onlookers trying to push past the barrier, no blood. It was an almost calming scene after the chaos outside.
Alex looked around for Bobby. Not finding him, she met the eyes of a cute young CSU tech. He laughed and pointed to the floor. Alex smirked in response. Leave it to Bobby to find evidence in the most unusual of places. She took the evidence bags from the tech and sent him outside. Bobby must really be engrossed in something down there, she thought. He doesn't even seem to realize I'm here.
Just then a rather large hand and forearm shot out from under the table holding somethind. She reached for it to put it in an evidence bag when she realized what it was. A thong. Alex was suddenly glad she was wearing gloves. Leave it to Bobby to find a thong for evidence. She looked at the label while she was putting it away.
"A black thong by Cossabella! Someone's going to be missing a $125 pair of panties." She laughed when a resounding thunk signaled that Bobby had heard her. That must be one of the downsides of being so focused; you miss everything else around you.
"What did you say?"
"Cossabella thongs are really expensive. These are $125 each. I can't imagine someone would just leave these here."
Her partner stood there staring at her with and odd glare. Very quickly though, his eyes narrowed and took on a bit of a mischievous glint. "How do you how much they cost?"
Alex felt her face grow hot with an obvious blush. He was having way too much fun with this. Why did all of his random trivia come with an innocuous story. I was stationed in Germany, I was stationed in Korea. She realized he was still waiting for an answer. She took a deep breath.
"They are a little out of my price range, but I did receive a pair as a gift once."
"You wore a pair of these?"
Alex decided it was her turn to have a little fun with Bobby.
"I looked good in them too." She leaned a little closer and whispered, "In fact I still do."
Bobby's eyes grew noticeably darker and he seemed suddenly unable to speak. Alex did a bit of a mental victory dance, and walked around the table. Bobby looked like he needed some time to recover.
Her partner was always so controlled and always seemed to know what to say. It was nice to turn the tables on him for once. When he didn't say anything for a while she turned to look for him. He was squatting next to the victim, gingerly holding the man's hand.
"Eames. Come here and smell this guy's hand."
"What now? I don't think they serve buffalo wings here." Alex bent down and sniffed at the hand Bobby offered, recoiling in disgust. "Oh gross! I can't believe you made me do that!"
"Well that would explain the panties. I bet the poor guy had a heart attack when he felt that! Now we just have to find the young woman sitting next to him."
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It took less than a day to find the owner of the thong. After hearing a rather vivid description of the victim's last supper and the report from the ME, the case was closed. The man had died from natural causes.
The rest of the week was uneventful, with little more than paperwork to do. At least until Saturday night.
The party had been a great success. It had been a great reunion of so many old friends. Alex couldn't remember the last time she had had so much fun. The pasta salad had been a definite hit, even if it took a little vodka before they could tackle it. The game was great too and had finally degenerated into a drunken bout of hilarity. But the stripper had been the icing on the cake. Officer Magnum might have been a bit expensive, but he was worth every dollar they tucked into his g-string. After numerous lap dances that left everyone hot and flustered, it was time to stagger home.
Alex shared a cab with Jen, an old friend from high school. They traveled in silence together until Jen had to go and open her mouth.
"So what's his name?"
"Who?"
"Your partner, dumbass!"
"Robert Goren."
"Is he hot?"
Alex blushed as she thought of Bobby. She really didn't need this now. "I guess it depends on what you mean by hot. He's no Officer Magnum!"
"Come on. I wanna know."
"He's okay."
"I need more than that. Is he big? You always had a thing for the big football player type."
"Yeah he's pretty tall."
"That's it? Have you done anything?"
"No! Of course not! He's my partner."
"But you want to."
"I doesn't matter. He wouldn't want me."
"You don't know that. Give him an opportunity. You never know."
Thankfully Jen dropped the matter and left Alex to her own thoughts. Unfortunately those thoughts now centered on her partner. She wondered briefly what he'd look like in a street blue uniform. Probably as silly as she did. There was something about a guy in uniform though. That army getup had been distracting. He had fueled her fantasies for weeks with that costume. And the jeans and black t-shirt? Delicious! Man he had a great body.
Alex's train of thought was interrupted by her arrival at her apartment. She said a quick goodbye to Jen and tipped the cab driver.
She trudged up the stairs to her apartment and collapsed on her couch. It was quiet and a bit lonely after the rowdy time she'd had. She stepped out of her shoes and went to her bedroom to undress. She flopped down on her bed and wriggled out of her jeans. She lay back looking at the ceiling in her panties and t-shirt. She still had a pleasant buzz going from the party. Officer Magnum had been fun, but the whole concept of a stripper seemed to be a bit of a tease to her. You couldn't really do anything, and it just left you wanting more. Most of the women tonight had husbands or boyfriends to go home to. She wondered what the others were doing. Probably the same thing as her, wishing there was someone to come home to.
She rolled over and opened the drawer of her nightstand looking for a book. Alex Eames had a secret. For years she'd had a taste for cheesy romance novels. Her favorite was Lady Pirate, the erotic adventures of a young woman who captains a pirate ship looking to avenge the Spaniard who killed her brother. Finally she falls in love with the Englishman sent to capture her. Ridiculous plot and equally ridiculous dialogue, but it had some indescribable appeal.
She was rifling through her stuff when something else caught her eye. Damn, she thought, I forgot I put that there. Alex picked up the box and flipped it over. She had bought it on a whim and it hadn't occurred to her till now to take a look at it. That third story held such promise. She was not generally a fan of porn, well except for her books. But for some reason tonight, she felt a need she couldn't explain.
She got up, went into her den and popped the tape in the VCR. She turned on the TV and pressed play as she went to draw the blinds. Maybe it was a bit of paranoia, but Alex knew of the multitude of telescopes in the city.
The light tones of a violin filled the apartment, surprising Alex who had been expecting the pounding base of a porn soundtrack cliché. She sped past the first two stories, giggling at the lighting fast movements on the screen. When the title screen of the third appeared though, she pressed play and settled in to watch.
The box had not exaggerated. The scene was hot. Too hot. Alex couldn't help herself. After about five minutes of it, she stopped it and got into bed. She closed her eyes and as her fingers danced across her flesh, she thought of Bobby.
TBC.. Only two more chapters to go. Review and let me know what you think. If I get a lot of reviews, maybe I'll try to get this done before the season premier.
Late Night Shopping- Chapter 3
"I don't understand why the ME isn't here yet. I called over thirty minutes ago. She should be here by now."
Alex sighed and literally bit her tongue for the fifth time in as many minutes. "Look, Mr. Fried. It's after midnight. I'm sure she's on her way. This could have been taken care of already if you would just let the coroner on duty do his job."
"The mayor called me down here to make sure everything was handled in the best possible manner. I'm not going to let some green little intern screw this up."
"With all do respect, sir. Our coroners are all very skilled and hardly qualify as interns."
"I don't care how good they are! I need the best!"
"Alex shook her head and looked up, silently praying for relief. The officious little ass had been complaining as soon as she had introduced herself. Lucky Bobby, he got to spend his time with the dead guy. She had to baby sit a man whose rapid blabbering and increasingly red face made her wonder if he was going to have a heart attack right here on the side walk. At least then he'd be quiet. It might even be worth her having to give him CPR.
"Detective Eames. I believe your partner could use your assistance inside."
Alex closed her eyes in relief at the sound of Deakins's voice and turned around. She was surprised to see a lot more cops than when they had arrived. She smiled as she realized that Bobby must have kicked them out. "I wasn't aware that you were being called out sir. I'm sure we could've handled this alone."
"Of that I'm sure, detective. However, the commissioner thought it might be best if I was involved." He shot Alex a smile and a sympathetic glance as he looked past her to where the mayor's assistant was jabbering on a cell phone. Fried looked up and abruptly ended the conversation when he noticed someone of higher rank than Alex.
"Finally. Someone who can help me. When is the ME getting here and wen the hell are you getting the body out of there?"
Alex grinned at the instant look of distress on Deakins' face. "Captain, this is Richard Fried, the mayor's assistant. Mr. Fried, the captain will be able to help you now." Alex walked off towards the entrance to the restaurant chuckling as she heard Deakins trying futilely to calm the assistant.
The restaurant was gorgeous, if a little overstated and opulent for Alex's tastes. Actually despite the one table, everything seemed to be in place, like people had simply got up and walked out in the middle of dinner. Usually when someone died, people panicked and scattered leaving a hell of a mess behind. Not here though. She walked over to the only occupied table and looked at the victim. Nothing seemed out of place. In fact except for the blue tinge to his skin and his face covered in soup, he might have been asleep.
The whole scene seemed more civilized than anything she was used to. No sirens, no screaming or crying, no morbid onlookers trying to push past the barrier, no blood. It was an almost calming scene after the chaos outside.
Alex looked around for Bobby. Not finding him, she met the eyes of a cute young CSU tech. He laughed and pointed to the floor. Alex smirked in response. Leave it to Bobby to find evidence in the most unusual of places. She took the evidence bags from the tech and sent him outside. Bobby must really be engrossed in something down there, she thought. He doesn't even seem to realize I'm here.
Just then a rather large hand and forearm shot out from under the table holding somethind. She reached for it to put it in an evidence bag when she realized what it was. A thong. Alex was suddenly glad she was wearing gloves. Leave it to Bobby to find a thong for evidence. She looked at the label while she was putting it away.
"A black thong by Cossabella! Someone's going to be missing a $125 pair of panties." She laughed when a resounding thunk signaled that Bobby had heard her. That must be one of the downsides of being so focused; you miss everything else around you.
"What did you say?"
"Cossabella thongs are really expensive. These are $125 each. I can't imagine someone would just leave these here."
Her partner stood there staring at her with and odd glare. Very quickly though, his eyes narrowed and took on a bit of a mischievous glint. "How do you how much they cost?"
Alex felt her face grow hot with an obvious blush. He was having way too much fun with this. Why did all of his random trivia come with an innocuous story. I was stationed in Germany, I was stationed in Korea. She realized he was still waiting for an answer. She took a deep breath.
"They are a little out of my price range, but I did receive a pair as a gift once."
"You wore a pair of these?"
Alex decided it was her turn to have a little fun with Bobby.
"I looked good in them too." She leaned a little closer and whispered, "In fact I still do."
Bobby's eyes grew noticeably darker and he seemed suddenly unable to speak. Alex did a bit of a mental victory dance, and walked around the table. Bobby looked like he needed some time to recover.
Her partner was always so controlled and always seemed to know what to say. It was nice to turn the tables on him for once. When he didn't say anything for a while she turned to look for him. He was squatting next to the victim, gingerly holding the man's hand.
"Eames. Come here and smell this guy's hand."
"What now? I don't think they serve buffalo wings here." Alex bent down and sniffed at the hand Bobby offered, recoiling in disgust. "Oh gross! I can't believe you made me do that!"
"Well that would explain the panties. I bet the poor guy had a heart attack when he felt that! Now we just have to find the young woman sitting next to him."
**********************
It took less than a day to find the owner of the thong. After hearing a rather vivid description of the victim's last supper and the report from the ME, the case was closed. The man had died from natural causes.
The rest of the week was uneventful, with little more than paperwork to do. At least until Saturday night.
The party had been a great success. It had been a great reunion of so many old friends. Alex couldn't remember the last time she had had so much fun. The pasta salad had been a definite hit, even if it took a little vodka before they could tackle it. The game was great too and had finally degenerated into a drunken bout of hilarity. But the stripper had been the icing on the cake. Officer Magnum might have been a bit expensive, but he was worth every dollar they tucked into his g-string. After numerous lap dances that left everyone hot and flustered, it was time to stagger home.
Alex shared a cab with Jen, an old friend from high school. They traveled in silence together until Jen had to go and open her mouth.
"So what's his name?"
"Who?"
"Your partner, dumbass!"
"Robert Goren."
"Is he hot?"
Alex blushed as she thought of Bobby. She really didn't need this now. "I guess it depends on what you mean by hot. He's no Officer Magnum!"
"Come on. I wanna know."
"He's okay."
"I need more than that. Is he big? You always had a thing for the big football player type."
"Yeah he's pretty tall."
"That's it? Have you done anything?"
"No! Of course not! He's my partner."
"But you want to."
"I doesn't matter. He wouldn't want me."
"You don't know that. Give him an opportunity. You never know."
Thankfully Jen dropped the matter and left Alex to her own thoughts. Unfortunately those thoughts now centered on her partner. She wondered briefly what he'd look like in a street blue uniform. Probably as silly as she did. There was something about a guy in uniform though. That army getup had been distracting. He had fueled her fantasies for weeks with that costume. And the jeans and black t-shirt? Delicious! Man he had a great body.
Alex's train of thought was interrupted by her arrival at her apartment. She said a quick goodbye to Jen and tipped the cab driver.
She trudged up the stairs to her apartment and collapsed on her couch. It was quiet and a bit lonely after the rowdy time she'd had. She stepped out of her shoes and went to her bedroom to undress. She flopped down on her bed and wriggled out of her jeans. She lay back looking at the ceiling in her panties and t-shirt. She still had a pleasant buzz going from the party. Officer Magnum had been fun, but the whole concept of a stripper seemed to be a bit of a tease to her. You couldn't really do anything, and it just left you wanting more. Most of the women tonight had husbands or boyfriends to go home to. She wondered what the others were doing. Probably the same thing as her, wishing there was someone to come home to.
She rolled over and opened the drawer of her nightstand looking for a book. Alex Eames had a secret. For years she'd had a taste for cheesy romance novels. Her favorite was Lady Pirate, the erotic adventures of a young woman who captains a pirate ship looking to avenge the Spaniard who killed her brother. Finally she falls in love with the Englishman sent to capture her. Ridiculous plot and equally ridiculous dialogue, but it had some indescribable appeal.
She was rifling through her stuff when something else caught her eye. Damn, she thought, I forgot I put that there. Alex picked up the box and flipped it over. She had bought it on a whim and it hadn't occurred to her till now to take a look at it. That third story held such promise. She was not generally a fan of porn, well except for her books. But for some reason tonight, she felt a need she couldn't explain.
She got up, went into her den and popped the tape in the VCR. She turned on the TV and pressed play as she went to draw the blinds. Maybe it was a bit of paranoia, but Alex knew of the multitude of telescopes in the city.
The light tones of a violin filled the apartment, surprising Alex who had been expecting the pounding base of a porn soundtrack cliché. She sped past the first two stories, giggling at the lighting fast movements on the screen. When the title screen of the third appeared though, she pressed play and settled in to watch.
The box had not exaggerated. The scene was hot. Too hot. Alex couldn't help herself. After about five minutes of it, she stopped it and got into bed. She closed her eyes and as her fingers danced across her flesh, she thought of Bobby.
TBC.. Only two more chapters to go. Review and let me know what you think. If I get a lot of reviews, maybe I'll try to get this done before the season premier.