Chapter Six:
Poor Vittorio The Vampire
Natalie tapped her fingers on the computer screen. Do you want to save this
document? The popup asked. Natalie pressed her fingertip to the "yes"
button. Another day, another report, she thought dismally.
Natalie laid her head on the desk. Thirty-three separate cases of fraud in
two days. It had all been traced to a woman - a girl really - named Kit.
She was an expert hacker and now the unit is trying to recruit her. The
bitch'll probably take the job if it means she ain't got to go to jail and
really become someone's bitch, Natalie grinned. Natalie coincidentally
forgot about how she came to be a member the cyber crime department, which
was almost exactly the same way. She frowned when she felt the chill of the
air conditioning system on the back of her neck.
It reminded her of what caused her to lose her mind long enough to go to a
hairdresser and get her hip length hair hacked off in a deranged pixie-cut.
"I am very fond of your hair. I envision it curtaining us while we embrace in frenzied, passionate, heady sex." Natalie's eyes widened and her eyebrows rose. "I find that very hard to believe, Mr. Irons." "Oh, but it will come to be." "In your dreams." "Precisely." It actually looked good on her. The new looks she received from fellow members of New York's finest showed that well enough. It showed off her high forehead and the pretty arch of her eyebrows. It showcased her slanted eyes and her full mouth. It made her already prominent cheekbones seem to be cut from marble in their perfection. It made her elegant neck just ooze sex appeal. Or so the horny idiots from homicide thought. The feather tresses of blue-black hair, straight out of the movie (her adopted parents had tried to prohibit her from seeing when she was a kid) Swordfish. Halle Berry was sort of Natalie's idol at one point in time. "Nat," Cheryl said in her best enticing voice. "What the fuck do you want now?"
"Well, I kind-of promised Kendra that we'd go out to drink with her." Cheryl said, nearly under her breath. "No." "But I promised!" Cheryl insisted. "No." "Please!" "What the fuck have I said twice already?" "I'll buy you dinner." "No." "Fine! I get Kelley to make you dinner!" Cheryl broke out the big guns. Kelley was her older sister, a woman who could cook the hell out of chicken. "Okay. Where?" "Mackey's Tower of Soul." "Okay. I expect my home cooked meal to be very complicated and delicious." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Dirty martini, shaken with one olive," Cheryl said to the bartender. The stiff moving machine made the drink and placed the pretty glass in front of her. "What's your pleasure, Nat," Cheryl said jokingly. "Rum and coconut milk. On the rocks," Natalie deadpanned. "Lighten up. You know you are having a good time!" Cheryl exclaimed. "Come on," she said grabbing her drink, "let's dance." Natalie followed her to the dance floor where few people did more than rub up against each other. "Girl, check out that fine guy," Kendra said nodding in the guy's direction. "He is gor-ge-ous!" Natalie, almost involuntarily, turned in the direction in which Kendra pointed. She sighed and left the small group of awe-struck women. "Alex, what are you doing here?" Thank you dragongrrl, Scooter, Prophetic, Divamercury, Nanz, and Eli.
"I am very fond of your hair. I envision it curtaining us while we embrace in frenzied, passionate, heady sex." Natalie's eyes widened and her eyebrows rose. "I find that very hard to believe, Mr. Irons." "Oh, but it will come to be." "In your dreams." "Precisely." It actually looked good on her. The new looks she received from fellow members of New York's finest showed that well enough. It showed off her high forehead and the pretty arch of her eyebrows. It showcased her slanted eyes and her full mouth. It made her already prominent cheekbones seem to be cut from marble in their perfection. It made her elegant neck just ooze sex appeal. Or so the horny idiots from homicide thought. The feather tresses of blue-black hair, straight out of the movie (her adopted parents had tried to prohibit her from seeing when she was a kid) Swordfish. Halle Berry was sort of Natalie's idol at one point in time. "Nat," Cheryl said in her best enticing voice. "What the fuck do you want now?"
"Well, I kind-of promised Kendra that we'd go out to drink with her." Cheryl said, nearly under her breath. "No." "But I promised!" Cheryl insisted. "No." "Please!" "What the fuck have I said twice already?" "I'll buy you dinner." "No." "Fine! I get Kelley to make you dinner!" Cheryl broke out the big guns. Kelley was her older sister, a woman who could cook the hell out of chicken. "Okay. Where?" "Mackey's Tower of Soul." "Okay. I expect my home cooked meal to be very complicated and delicious." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Dirty martini, shaken with one olive," Cheryl said to the bartender. The stiff moving machine made the drink and placed the pretty glass in front of her. "What's your pleasure, Nat," Cheryl said jokingly. "Rum and coconut milk. On the rocks," Natalie deadpanned. "Lighten up. You know you are having a good time!" Cheryl exclaimed. "Come on," she said grabbing her drink, "let's dance." Natalie followed her to the dance floor where few people did more than rub up against each other. "Girl, check out that fine guy," Kendra said nodding in the guy's direction. "He is gor-ge-ous!" Natalie, almost involuntarily, turned in the direction in which Kendra pointed. She sighed and left the small group of awe-struck women. "Alex, what are you doing here?" Thank you dragongrrl, Scooter, Prophetic, Divamercury, Nanz, and Eli.
