AN We still don't own any of them, we're trying though and if we ever manage to do so we will take votes on who wants to share...0)
When she groaned against his mouth he leaned back and looked at her with a smirk, "You have a bedroom or is this," he knocked on the door behind her head, "…a really strong door?"
Shelby hated phones; she only ever used them because her job necessitated them. She hated them more when they rang while she was sleeping, not only sleeping, dreaming and it was a wonderful dream.
"You gonna get that?" His voice, rather close to her ear, jarred her back to reality. She smiled to herself, dreaming was even better when it was really happening.
"Yeah, yeah." She mumbled and reached for the phone by her bed around the same time something started buzzing at the other end of the room. "Yeah, hi, what?" She said into the phone as she watched him mumble his way out of her bed and across the room to where his cell phone was vibrating. She smiled to herself, he really was as hot as she remembered and he had a phenomenal ass.
"Winters are you listening to me?" Her supervisor's voice forced her to look away from the eye candy in her bedroom.
"Huh, no sorry I didn't hear you, what's wrong?" Danny winked at her while listening to whoever had called him.
"Mike 'the mouth' is dead…I need you, now." She just barely heard the street address before he hung up.
"Duty calls," Danny grumbled, reaching for his clothes.
"You too?" she asked, sitting up and stretching. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and started getting dressed.
"God, you're gorgeous," Danny commented, staring at her, his shirt on both arms, but not over his head yet.
She grinned. "Now there's a compliment I can take seriously," she quipped.
"What? You didn't believe anything I said last night?" he asked in mock offense.
"I never believe anything a drunk horny man tells me till the morning after – when he's no longer drunk."
"What about horny?" Danny asked.
"He'd better still be horny in the morning or I didn't do my job," she grinned. "And I may not have believed everything you said, but I believe everything you did." She kissed his ear as she walked by him out of the room, "Coffee?"
He turned and watched her walk out of the room, "Damn woman."
She laughed and called over her shoulder, "Yeah I know."
Quickly pulling the shirt over his head, he stopped inthe bathroom and rinsed his mouth with the mouthwash she had there. "So, I know why I was called, what about you?" He said once he joined her in the kitchen.
She had opted against making coffee and instead was chewing on a bagel she had just toasted, she handed him the other half. "An informant of mine was killed last night, west side."
Accepting the bagel, he stopped after taking a bite and looked at her, "Upper?" He managed to get out before swallowing.
"Yeah, why?"
He smiled at her, "That's where my DB is, want to share a cab?"
"Only if we stop at Starbucks," She agreed.
They were both sipping from their cups when they got out of the cab and walked toward the crime scene.
"You made good time," Aiden Burn said to her partner.
"Stunning Latina?" Shelby whispered at Danny. He just nodded. "Aiden, this is Shelby Winters from NARC. Shelby, Aiden Burn."
The two women shook hands. "Nice to meet you," Aiden said, giving Danny a quizzical look.
Detective Don Flack approached the trio.
"Danny, DB's name is…" he stopped mid-sentence when he recognized Shelby.
"Don," she greeted him, trying to gauge his response.
"Shelby," he said.
"You two know each other?" Aiden asked as Danny bent over the victim. He could not repress his grin.
"Sasquatch," said under his breath. Shelby kneed him in the ribs.
"Don and I go way back," she told Aiden.
Don looked from Shelby to Danny and back again. "You on a date?" he asked, unable to conceal the bitterness in his voice.
"I wish. This vic happens to be my informant," she said.
"I thought you swore off cops," he said.
"CSIs don't count," she came back quickly. "But I interrupted you. You were gonna tell us about this guy."
She and Flack stared each other down for a moment before he continued. "As I was saying, the DB's name is Mike Kortanze. But if he's your informant, maybe you should tell us about him," Flack said.
"Sure. We typically called this guy 'the mouth.' He's been our stool for a few years now. Works for one of the bigger Columbian cartels. He's been making some great inroads and we were getting close to making some big arrests based on the info he's been giving us."
"You think someone found him out?" Danny asked, trying to avoid Flack's dark stare.
She shrugged. "They always know who the stools are. They just don't always kill them right away. They let them give us just enough information to get us going, but not enough to get us anywhere, if you catch my meaning."
She pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number. "Better let the boys know it's time to haul in the usual suspects," she said, stepping away from the crime scene.
Danny and Aiden tried to get back to work, but Flack pulled Danny aside.
"What's up with you and Shelby?"
"What? It's your business?" Danny asked.
"Look, man. I know this girl. She's dangerous. Watch your back."
"I like a little danger in my dating diet," Danny told him.
"Not this kind of danger," Flack warned.
"Why don't you let me be the judge of that," Danny said, walking away to continue processing the scene.
"What was that all about?" Aiden asked Danny.
"Nothing," he told her.
"Oh, come on, Danny, I haven't had any good gossip for weeks. Give me something."
"Flack and Shelby used to have a 'thing' back when they were both rookies," Danny conceded.
"A 'thing'? What does that mean?" Aiden asked.
He just shrugged. "She didn't want to talk about it."
"So you and her…" Aiden implied with a raise eyebrow.
Danny just grinned. "I ain't giving you that much gossip, sister."
Both CSIs looked over their shoulder when they heard a car approach. Shelby walked toward it to greet the man who got out.
"Danny," Aiden said, "Check this out." She pulled a plastic bag out of the DB's pants pocket. It was full of a white powder.
"Drugs?" Danny asked.
"I'm guessing," she said. "Maybe your friend could tell us what it is."
Danny stood up and waved Shelby and the man she was talking to over.
"Danny, this is my partner, Ben Fellows. Ben, Danny Messer, CSI," she introduced the two men.
"Hey, nice to meet you," Danny said, shaking his hand. "Shelby, we found this in the vic's pants pocket. Figured you might know what it is."
Shelby frowned. "Ah, shit," she muttered, opening the bag. "I hope this isn't what I think it is." She put her gloved finger in the powder and held it up for a closer look. She then carefully tasted the substance.
"Is it?" Ben asked.
She nodded. "We're in trouble, Ben."
"So they know?"
"Oh, they more than know. They're showing off."
"Showing off what?" Danny asked.
She sealed the bag tightly and handed it back to him. "This is diamond heroin. As pure as you can get it."
"Your informant was dealing this stuff?" Danny asked.
She shook her head. "Oh no, this was planted on him. His bosses are on to us and they're showing off their merchandise." She ran a hand over her face. "Run that bag for prints, will you? I'm praying they're not as smart as they're trying to make me think."
"We need to go," Ben said.
"Yeah. Let's debrief with Don and then hit the street," she told him. She turned to Danny. "Let Flack know what you find. He knows how to get a hold of me." And with that, she was gone.
"Diamond heroin," Danny told Aiden when he got back to her.
"What does that mean?"
"Means its as pure as you can get."
"They took off in a hurry," she said with a nod in Shelby & Ben's direction.
"Apparently this guy's bosses planted it on him to show off their merchandise."
"That's brazen."
"No kidding. Let's do a walk-through of the scene. We don't need any more unexpected show-and-tell items."
"Did you at least get her phone number?" Aiden asked as they started searching the perimeter.
"What?"
"Shelby – did you get her phone number?" she repeated.
Danny smacked his forehead.