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Late Night Shopping- Chapter 4
A thong. Why did it have to be a thong? Why not simply a napkin or handkerchief? Was there some grand conspiracy to make him unable to do his job in peace? Just when he'd managed to focus on the case at hand and forget about Alex's purchases, fate had handed him another twist. This time it was a vision of his partner in the skimpy black thong he had found.
Bobby rubbed the back of his head where it had slammed into the table. Damn her. If he didn't know better, he'd think she did that on purpose. But no, her embarrassment was clear when he asked her how she knew the price. She had clearly not planned to reveal something that personal.
Score one for his partner though. Now besides a sore head, he had his overactive imagination to deal with. If his vision of her was anything like reality, then, hell yeah, she still looked good in that thong. That little revelation of hers may have just been innocent banter, but damn if his body didn't react to it as a genuine invitation. This whole situation was getting out of hand.
Thankfully she turned away, giving him time to get his mind, and body back under control. He forcefully drew his gaze away from Alex, and focused instead on the victim. He crouched by his chair and started looking him over from head to toe. Evidence wasn't always visual. He had made a bit of a reputation for himself by using every sense he had.
Bobby was well aware of what people around the office said about him when they thought he wasn't paying attention. Unfortunately for them, he was always paying attention. Sherlock was by far the most flattering term they used to describe him. But it wasn't the only one. Most of the others saw him as a sort of mad genius. He didn't mind the genius part, but the allusion to insanity bothered him.
He continued his examination, spending a considerable amount of time on his hands. He noticed an odd odor about his left hand. When he realized what it was, he drew back and smiled a bit. Well, at least the victim was still getting some at his age. Lucky bastard. Judging by the panties left behind, his companion was younger than him and probably not his wife. What a way to go. This would most likely turn out to be nothing. The poor guy probably just had a heart attack.
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The rest of the week was uneventful. Just as he'd thought, the victim had a heart attack and the case had been swiftly closed. His companion had turned out to be an escort, albeit a high paid one.
Now his time was spent doing paperwork. He had hoped that he could foist those responsibilities over on his partner, but she would have none of it. She divided the pile equally and slowly they worked their way through it. Secretly, he was proud of her for not giving in and doing the grunt work for him. It showed just how much strength was beneath her feminine exterior. Her beautiful, lithe feminine exterior.
The week went torturously slow as he sat across from Alex lost in a sea of papers and his own thoughts. Every time he looked up he was treated to the sight of Alex, concentrating hard and doing something utterly distracting. One time she had been sucking on the end of her pen as she filled out a request for travel reimbursement. Another time, he looked up just as she was unbuttoning the top three buttons of her shirt. He had almost lost it on Friday. He saw her signing a greeting card and had asked about the occasion. She actually told him about the bachelorette party for her friend on Saturday. It wasn't that shocking. He had already suspected something like that when he found the fruits of her shopping trip. But he was unprepared for the thoughts that ran rampant for the rest of the day. Alex dancing with her friends. Alex making that pasta. Alex watching that video. And so he sat there, every day, mentally cursing Alex for being too tempting, and his own mind for being so dirty.
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Bobby flipped through the channels. He'd cleaned his apartment, made dinner and did his laundry and now he was sitting alone on a Saturday night with nothing to do. He stopped short of wishing for a crime just so he'd get called in. When had his job become his life? Everyone in the city was out tonight and here he was, felling sorry for himself.
This was no good. Alex was out having a good time tonight, he could do the same. He dragged his sorry corpse off the couch and went to get dressed. There were a couple nice bars in the area. One or two were frequented by cops, so at least he'd have someone to talk to. He threw on a pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt and paused to look in the mirror briefly. He could use a shave, but it could probably wait until the morning. He hadn't quite passed into the scary trucker phase yet. Christ, he thought, when did I get so old? Bobby splashed some water over his face and ran his hands through his hair. There was no reason for him to do anything else. He was just going for a few drinks. He had no hopes of finding anyone to ease the ache inside him. There was only one woman who could do that, and she was unavailable to him.
He threw on his black coat, grabbed the keys and was out the door. He stood outside on the street for a few moments, deciding where he should go. He finally settled on a Michael's, a fairly new bar with refreshingly old fashioned decor. It had the look and feel of an old English pub, but wasn't as dark or depressing as some of the older ones. Plus they had an excellent selection of scotch.
He walked in and looked over the clientele. Plenty of cops here, easily identifiable by the way they sat. Gun hand always free, regardless of whether they had their weapon with them. There were also a number of firemen. They were in a group together, had enormous shoulders and were eyeing the gaggle of women towards the back. There were quite a few women tonight. Some were obviously officers and were drinking with other cops at the bar. But the women at the back were there for the action. They were there to bag a cop or firemen, and since most of them were relatively good looking, they should have little trouble.
Not too long ago, some of them might have been able to tempt him. They were fun. A relationship with one of them would last a few weeks at the most. Things always got strained when they realized that cops made lousy boyfriends. Sure the sex was good and satisfying, but the job put a strain on relationships. Eventually it would end. They would part amicably and then go looking for the next temporary fix.
Bobby sat next to a guy who looked even older and wearier than he felt and ordered a scotch. It didn't take long to strike up a conversation with the old homicide detective. Unfortunately it turned out that he had once worked with Alex's father. When the old man found out Bobby was her partner, he started paying for the drinks.
Bobby hadn't planned on getting drunk, but the guy kept the booze flowing, and soon Bobby was seeing the world through the pleasant haze of one too many scotches. The crowd was quickly splitting up. Girls were making their moves and soon everyone was pairing up in some bizarre New York City mating ritual. Bobby sat watching this all happen, content to observe the others. At least until someone drew him into the game.
She was young, blonde and wearing a tight little black skirt that left little to the imagination. She looked almost too young for him, but she was pretty. It was her interest in him, however that was the most surprising and attractive thing.
He offered her a seat and bought her a glass of white wine. Kelly turned out to be a paralegal at a firm downtown, and was fairly intelligent. At hearing that he was a detective, her face brightened even further. She pressed at him for a few minutes trying to get him to talk about his work. When it was clear that he wouldn't, she wisely changed tactics and commenced flirting. Bobby found it pleasant enough, but he needed some air. The alcohol was getting to him and she was coming on strong.
Once outside, Kelly made her move. She leaned back against the brick wall of the bar and ran her finger up and down the lapel of his coat. He took a step closer and looked down at her. As her fingers grasped the material and pulled him towards her, he noticed for the first time how much her hair looked like Alex's. And she seemed so tiny. He towered over her, just like. Damn. He was doing it again. Here was a beautiful, young woman who wanted him, and all he could think of was his partner. At that moment he knew he was a lost cause.
Kelly felt him tense up and pull away. She looked up at him and smiled. "What's wrong, Detective?"
"I'm sorry. I have to be up early tomorrow and I shouldn't have started."
"Sure. You have to be up early. Look, I might be young, but I'm not stupid, Bobby. So what's her name?"
"Whose name?"
"The girl you came here to forget. I'm a woman. I recognize the symptoms. So who is she?"
Bobby knew when he was beat. "My partner."
"So you want her. Does she want you?"
"I don't know and it doesn't matter. We're friends and we work together. I can't take the risk."
"Well Detective, it was nice talking to you. I hope you find some sort of solution." She got on her tiptoes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He watched as she turned around and walked back into the bar. The young ones always seemed to bounce back from disappointment the easiest. He had no doubt she could find someone else who'd be more than willing to satisfy her.
Bobby walked slowly back to his apartment. The cold night air sobered him somewhat, and his brain started working again. Kelly had been right about one thing. He needed to solve his problem, fast.
By the time he got to his building and entered his apartment, no solution had presented itself. He was still attracted to his partner and he still couldn't do anything. He kicked off his shoes and pants and got into bed. This was ridiculous. He'd had the opportunity to bed a beautiful woman tonight, and his overwhelming desire for another woman had stopped him. Kelly was appealing, but she was no substitute for Alex.
His partner was intelligent, mature and understood him and his work. She would never get frustrated when he didn't want to talk about cases. She was loyal and caring. He knew she defended him to other detectives when they ridiculed his eccentricities. She had passion for her job and the people she cared about. And Alex was gorgeous. He loved how her hair shined early in the morning, when they were woken up and called out for yet another crime. And her eyes. The way she looked at him when he went off on some tangent. A questing, searching look that brought him back to reality.
The case at Daniel had been trying. Between the thong and the video he found, his restraint had been pushed to the limit. He wondered what she and her friends were doing tonight. Had they hired a stripper, or were they watching the movie? No, she had probably kept the video for herself. Maybe she would watch it tonight when she got home. Maybe she'd watch it and touch herself as he longed to touch her.
Bobby didn't even notice that he was stroking himself until he was long past the point of no return. He knew he should be ashamed and take a cold shower, but he didn't care tonight. It might have been the scotch, but he closed his eyes and summoned up the image of Alex in a little black thong and nothing else. Maybe just one more time. Maybe it would be enough to quell the urge for another week.
TBC.
Late Night Shopping- Chapter 4
A thong. Why did it have to be a thong? Why not simply a napkin or handkerchief? Was there some grand conspiracy to make him unable to do his job in peace? Just when he'd managed to focus on the case at hand and forget about Alex's purchases, fate had handed him another twist. This time it was a vision of his partner in the skimpy black thong he had found.
Bobby rubbed the back of his head where it had slammed into the table. Damn her. If he didn't know better, he'd think she did that on purpose. But no, her embarrassment was clear when he asked her how she knew the price. She had clearly not planned to reveal something that personal.
Score one for his partner though. Now besides a sore head, he had his overactive imagination to deal with. If his vision of her was anything like reality, then, hell yeah, she still looked good in that thong. That little revelation of hers may have just been innocent banter, but damn if his body didn't react to it as a genuine invitation. This whole situation was getting out of hand.
Thankfully she turned away, giving him time to get his mind, and body back under control. He forcefully drew his gaze away from Alex, and focused instead on the victim. He crouched by his chair and started looking him over from head to toe. Evidence wasn't always visual. He had made a bit of a reputation for himself by using every sense he had.
Bobby was well aware of what people around the office said about him when they thought he wasn't paying attention. Unfortunately for them, he was always paying attention. Sherlock was by far the most flattering term they used to describe him. But it wasn't the only one. Most of the others saw him as a sort of mad genius. He didn't mind the genius part, but the allusion to insanity bothered him.
He continued his examination, spending a considerable amount of time on his hands. He noticed an odd odor about his left hand. When he realized what it was, he drew back and smiled a bit. Well, at least the victim was still getting some at his age. Lucky bastard. Judging by the panties left behind, his companion was younger than him and probably not his wife. What a way to go. This would most likely turn out to be nothing. The poor guy probably just had a heart attack.
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The rest of the week was uneventful. Just as he'd thought, the victim had a heart attack and the case had been swiftly closed. His companion had turned out to be an escort, albeit a high paid one.
Now his time was spent doing paperwork. He had hoped that he could foist those responsibilities over on his partner, but she would have none of it. She divided the pile equally and slowly they worked their way through it. Secretly, he was proud of her for not giving in and doing the grunt work for him. It showed just how much strength was beneath her feminine exterior. Her beautiful, lithe feminine exterior.
The week went torturously slow as he sat across from Alex lost in a sea of papers and his own thoughts. Every time he looked up he was treated to the sight of Alex, concentrating hard and doing something utterly distracting. One time she had been sucking on the end of her pen as she filled out a request for travel reimbursement. Another time, he looked up just as she was unbuttoning the top three buttons of her shirt. He had almost lost it on Friday. He saw her signing a greeting card and had asked about the occasion. She actually told him about the bachelorette party for her friend on Saturday. It wasn't that shocking. He had already suspected something like that when he found the fruits of her shopping trip. But he was unprepared for the thoughts that ran rampant for the rest of the day. Alex dancing with her friends. Alex making that pasta. Alex watching that video. And so he sat there, every day, mentally cursing Alex for being too tempting, and his own mind for being so dirty.
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Bobby flipped through the channels. He'd cleaned his apartment, made dinner and did his laundry and now he was sitting alone on a Saturday night with nothing to do. He stopped short of wishing for a crime just so he'd get called in. When had his job become his life? Everyone in the city was out tonight and here he was, felling sorry for himself.
This was no good. Alex was out having a good time tonight, he could do the same. He dragged his sorry corpse off the couch and went to get dressed. There were a couple nice bars in the area. One or two were frequented by cops, so at least he'd have someone to talk to. He threw on a pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt and paused to look in the mirror briefly. He could use a shave, but it could probably wait until the morning. He hadn't quite passed into the scary trucker phase yet. Christ, he thought, when did I get so old? Bobby splashed some water over his face and ran his hands through his hair. There was no reason for him to do anything else. He was just going for a few drinks. He had no hopes of finding anyone to ease the ache inside him. There was only one woman who could do that, and she was unavailable to him.
He threw on his black coat, grabbed the keys and was out the door. He stood outside on the street for a few moments, deciding where he should go. He finally settled on a Michael's, a fairly new bar with refreshingly old fashioned decor. It had the look and feel of an old English pub, but wasn't as dark or depressing as some of the older ones. Plus they had an excellent selection of scotch.
He walked in and looked over the clientele. Plenty of cops here, easily identifiable by the way they sat. Gun hand always free, regardless of whether they had their weapon with them. There were also a number of firemen. They were in a group together, had enormous shoulders and were eyeing the gaggle of women towards the back. There were quite a few women tonight. Some were obviously officers and were drinking with other cops at the bar. But the women at the back were there for the action. They were there to bag a cop or firemen, and since most of them were relatively good looking, they should have little trouble.
Not too long ago, some of them might have been able to tempt him. They were fun. A relationship with one of them would last a few weeks at the most. Things always got strained when they realized that cops made lousy boyfriends. Sure the sex was good and satisfying, but the job put a strain on relationships. Eventually it would end. They would part amicably and then go looking for the next temporary fix.
Bobby sat next to a guy who looked even older and wearier than he felt and ordered a scotch. It didn't take long to strike up a conversation with the old homicide detective. Unfortunately it turned out that he had once worked with Alex's father. When the old man found out Bobby was her partner, he started paying for the drinks.
Bobby hadn't planned on getting drunk, but the guy kept the booze flowing, and soon Bobby was seeing the world through the pleasant haze of one too many scotches. The crowd was quickly splitting up. Girls were making their moves and soon everyone was pairing up in some bizarre New York City mating ritual. Bobby sat watching this all happen, content to observe the others. At least until someone drew him into the game.
She was young, blonde and wearing a tight little black skirt that left little to the imagination. She looked almost too young for him, but she was pretty. It was her interest in him, however that was the most surprising and attractive thing.
He offered her a seat and bought her a glass of white wine. Kelly turned out to be a paralegal at a firm downtown, and was fairly intelligent. At hearing that he was a detective, her face brightened even further. She pressed at him for a few minutes trying to get him to talk about his work. When it was clear that he wouldn't, she wisely changed tactics and commenced flirting. Bobby found it pleasant enough, but he needed some air. The alcohol was getting to him and she was coming on strong.
Once outside, Kelly made her move. She leaned back against the brick wall of the bar and ran her finger up and down the lapel of his coat. He took a step closer and looked down at her. As her fingers grasped the material and pulled him towards her, he noticed for the first time how much her hair looked like Alex's. And she seemed so tiny. He towered over her, just like. Damn. He was doing it again. Here was a beautiful, young woman who wanted him, and all he could think of was his partner. At that moment he knew he was a lost cause.
Kelly felt him tense up and pull away. She looked up at him and smiled. "What's wrong, Detective?"
"I'm sorry. I have to be up early tomorrow and I shouldn't have started."
"Sure. You have to be up early. Look, I might be young, but I'm not stupid, Bobby. So what's her name?"
"Whose name?"
"The girl you came here to forget. I'm a woman. I recognize the symptoms. So who is she?"
Bobby knew when he was beat. "My partner."
"So you want her. Does she want you?"
"I don't know and it doesn't matter. We're friends and we work together. I can't take the risk."
"Well Detective, it was nice talking to you. I hope you find some sort of solution." She got on her tiptoes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He watched as she turned around and walked back into the bar. The young ones always seemed to bounce back from disappointment the easiest. He had no doubt she could find someone else who'd be more than willing to satisfy her.
Bobby walked slowly back to his apartment. The cold night air sobered him somewhat, and his brain started working again. Kelly had been right about one thing. He needed to solve his problem, fast.
By the time he got to his building and entered his apartment, no solution had presented itself. He was still attracted to his partner and he still couldn't do anything. He kicked off his shoes and pants and got into bed. This was ridiculous. He'd had the opportunity to bed a beautiful woman tonight, and his overwhelming desire for another woman had stopped him. Kelly was appealing, but she was no substitute for Alex.
His partner was intelligent, mature and understood him and his work. She would never get frustrated when he didn't want to talk about cases. She was loyal and caring. He knew she defended him to other detectives when they ridiculed his eccentricities. She had passion for her job and the people she cared about. And Alex was gorgeous. He loved how her hair shined early in the morning, when they were woken up and called out for yet another crime. And her eyes. The way she looked at him when he went off on some tangent. A questing, searching look that brought him back to reality.
The case at Daniel had been trying. Between the thong and the video he found, his restraint had been pushed to the limit. He wondered what she and her friends were doing tonight. Had they hired a stripper, or were they watching the movie? No, she had probably kept the video for herself. Maybe she would watch it tonight when she got home. Maybe she'd watch it and touch herself as he longed to touch her.
Bobby didn't even notice that he was stroking himself until he was long past the point of no return. He knew he should be ashamed and take a cold shower, but he didn't care tonight. It might have been the scotch, but he closed his eyes and summoned up the image of Alex in a little black thong and nothing else. Maybe just one more time. Maybe it would be enough to quell the urge for another week.
TBC.