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Chapter 3

John glared at Natalie for a minute as they approached the scene, he spoke no words after her harsh words and he felt it for the best.

They both jumped out of the truck and proceeded to look over it.

Natalie walked over towards the ambulance that was on the sight, she waved hello to the EMT's as she proceeded to the gurney with the Victim in it, he was dead, she pulled the sheet off of him for a minute and looked at him, poor guy, in his twenties, good looking, black hair, bit unkempt.

She was still looking over the dead man when he came up behind her, right behind her; he leaned in near her ear purposely as he spoke.

"I found his Wallet in the bushes, he must have lost it when the car hit him" he said as he saw her move away from him a bit. Was he making her nervous? He asked himself as he saw her quickly move. He shook it off, this was work, business, that was something else, nothing interfered with his work, nothing, not even her and her sexy body he thought as she leaned down to pick something up off the ground, not even her breasts as he saw a glimpse down her shirt as she retrieved a piece of evident from the floor.

He started to sweat a bit; he pulled at his tie and loosened it as she walked back over by him as she bagged the evidence.

"What did you find?" he asked her and she showed him the bag.

"A cigarette butt" she told him and he took the bag from her hands and looked at it.

"And why do you think it has anything to do with this" he asked her with a condescending tone, almost like he thought she was wrong. 'Ass' she told herself

"Because its pretty fresh, it may or may not have anything to do with case but... but if it does and we don't process it, we could be overlooking key evidence"

"What will you do with it?" he asked and she was starting to feel like a trainee, the way he asked questions, like she was some sort of flunky on her first assignment.

"I'll run all the proper tests, DNA to start, there's lipstick on it, and if that is all the questions I'd like to get back to canvassing the area" she told him and asked snidely, he was under her skin, way under, it would take a lot to get him out from under and she knew it, hell! She could tell he knew it.

"No more questions for now, don't go far, I may have a few more," he told her snidely as if putting her in her place, this was his scene, he called the shots. She shook her head as she turned and rolled her eyes.

She walked about ten feet away from where the man was found. She scrunched down and looked at the rubber markings made by tires. Skid marks, she told herself as he walked closer.

"Someone left in a hurry" he said as if not obvious, she bite her lip to tell him no shit and stood up to walk around and make sure they hadn't missed any evidence.

He followed behind her a few feet, just far enough to watch her ass move as she walked around, he bite his own cheek and hard, the pain would help to keep him distracted, distracted from thoughts of that night, thoughts of her and her body now." what the hell is wrong with you" he asked himself out loud as he saw her turn.

"Excuse me Lt," she asked thinking he was speaking to her. He shook his head. Damn! He told himself this time, I need to stop this and now, it's all about business, nothing else.

She stood for a few minutes going over things in her head, the evidence, all the evidence; she looked behind her for a second, just after he said his words that he insisted he didn't say towards her. She saw him look up at her after he himself evaluate the scene, his baby blue eye's met hers and she quickly looked away as if afraid, afraid she might be weakened by them, afraid remembering the dark color tone they took when he was excited, the even darker shades they took upon his release,' damn it Natty' she told herself ' don't go there, don't lose control again' one night of lost control was all she could handle, one night of vulnerability.

She walked back over by him as she completed her canvassing of the area.

"I'm done, when you are ready we can leave," she told him and he nodded.

"One final walk around and I'll be with you," he told her as he again look over the scene for anything she may have missed.

"I'm ready," he told her as they proceeded to the truck. Once in the truck he sat silent, they sat silent as he saw her trying to think things over in her head.

"Anything coming to you?" he asked her and she looked confused for a minute

"Oh, the case, yes, oh, no, not yet, I tend not to speculate till the facts come in, till I've looked over all the evidence, to speculate at this time is just a waste of time, energy and brain power" she told him and he shook his head, that was exactly how he did his cases, using the evidence, the facts first to guide him, he smiled realizing for the first time tonight how good she really was.

Natalie was caught up in thoughts of ... of her vulnerability and the night she threw caution to the wind for the first time since she became a Buchanan, she heard his words while she was in such deep thought and she freaked by them.

"You were Good," he told her meaning the work she did tonight, the processing of the scene, she however didn't like his compliment.

Natalie quickly moved her truck to the side of the road, slammed it into park, as her face was already the color of her hair.