Quicken the Heart
Chapter 2: Mistakes were made
Simon Blackquill pulled out of the parking lot of the local McDonalds, about 10 Minutes away from the crime scene. He knew they were late by all standards, but it was a situation he had under control. What he didn't have under control was the feeling he got when he looked at the munching detective next to him in the passenger's seat. Bread crumbles from the hamburger started to pile o the car's rug, spilled ketchup on the seat and greasy fingerprints on the handle of door.
He probably would have given anyone else a huge lashing with his sword, but he tolerated her and it didn't happen before. He found no word besides "weird" fitting. But then again, he wasn't that normal either.
Still, he wished he'd ask for some paper napkins.
"Detective Skye-dono, I'd prefer it if you wouldn't fall in love with me after this." Blackquill said with a serious look in his face, gesturing to the almost empty McDonald's bag. Ema choked on her diet coke laughing. "What? I hope the delusions you seem to suffer from are not contagious." A drop of diet coke escaped her nose. She wiped it away with her sleeve. "You treating me to unhealthy food was, I guess, nice enough, but not really the material romance is made out of." Blackquill rolled his eyes, before returning to the serious face he made before. "That's what you're saying now."
Ema snorted in response. "And yet another overly dramatic prosecutor, lovely." Blackquill smirked. "Relax, Skye-dono. It was only a joke. I don't mind you falling in love with me. I can see why you would. I'm quite a catch." Never in her life did Ema feel the need to empty out her coke on someone who bought it for her, but lately fate seemed to challenge her.
The day went on surprisingly smooth. she got her blood test done had compared various fingerprints. everything moved a lot faster than usual despite a forming headache. Prosecutor Blackquill did not keep her from work like her previous partners. They stayed mostly out of each other's faces that day, besides some consultations on env evidence and reports. but what truly surprised her the most was, Blackquill didn't question her work. He trusted her for it to be done correctly. A certain glimmerous fop just loved to question every part of her work, sometimes just for the sake of it. The need to defend her work got her motivation to hit rock bottom. The case was rather simple. The victim, an unlucky senior aged woman stabbed to death. The murder weapon at the fingerprints of her younger lover. Ema Went through the victim's files only to discover a $10 million life insurance benefiting the suspect. he had a motive, but Ema wanted to make sure they had the right guy. the police and Ema herself had a habit to place the role of the suspect on innocent people, who were mostly being framed. She searched the entire impressive mansion up and down, but all the evidence she found let her to the same person, the suspect.
It looked like she finally had a real normal straight up murder with no mystery attached. She collected her evidence and went through lists before closing the crime scene for the day. Since she was always the last one to leave the crime scene, sometimes late at night, when everyone had already completed their work and went home. The silent remains of crime scenes did not bother her period but right now, she heard footsteps coming near, growing louder with every step.
"Detective Skye-dono, we should get going. Everyone else left an hour ago and I imagine you might need some sleep after all." Prosecutor Blackquill appeared and motioned for her to follow him. Did he wait for her? She nodded and parked her remaining lap kits in her messenger bag. "I came here with you it would only make sense to leave with you, since you don't have your car with you." Blackquill Stated simply, reading Ema's mind. "Thank you, that's very considerate of you." Ema silently followed his car. as he left the engine stored his eyes trailed off to his right side. Their eyes met and Blackquill forced himself to look away. "... Your address. I suppose it's best to drop you off at your home given the time and your schedule tomorrow."
Blackquill appeared on a surface level as a grade A asshole, but that's where he let it be, on the surface. Like a mask, concealing his thoughts and emotions. She had seen his lust before, but it was put under lock and key after just a few moments, deafening the sensation.
Ema typed her address in the car's navigational system and leaned back into her seat.
"Where's your wittiness from earlier?" Ema asked, a daring smile danced on her lips. If he was truly wearing her mask, she'd strip it off him, even if only for tonight. "Why?" he asked, "You already miss it that much?" Ema shrugged. "Maybe." His eyes diverted their attention off from streets towards Ema. "Told you not to fall in love with me, Skye-dono." Ema smiled. "And I never received an answer as to if your delusions are contagious or not. And anyway, driving me home is barely a reason to fall in love." Blackquill shrugged. "Skye-dono, do not worry about reasons now, I'll give you plenty later on." The car pulled right into a dim lit street. "That's kind of contradictory. You should consult your psychology books about that." Ema answered. Blackquill shrugged again. "I like your sharp tongue, detective- dono."
Prosecutor Blackquill parked the car in front of a brownstone building. For a minute neither of them said a word and Ema made no move to get out of the car. "We're here." He pointed out, staring at the old building in front of him. Ema nodded. "Thanks for the ride." She said, remaining perfectly still in her seat.
"Would you like to come up… for a demonstration of my new coffee machine?" Ema gestured vaguely towards the building she called her home, for better or worse. Blackquill shot her a mischievous smile. "Only if you offer some scientific explanations along with it." Ema grabbed her bag. "Let's go then."
They barely made it through the door of the apartment before his hands found Ema's waist and her hands pulled him close. His lips crashed on hers, just like the night before, she felt the burning sensation of his hot mouth and felt her own body heat up. Their tongues met and a small moan escaped her lips. She tried to guide him, towards her bedroom, but navigating was hard when all she could see was the prosecutors face. She let go of him just enough to see where they were going.
Ema opened the door by pushing the door open with her butt. The glass vials in her bag shook violently with every move.
Blackquill cupped her face with his hands and pulled her back in for another kiss as he lifted the strap from her bag off her shoulder and let it sink to the floor. Before Ema could protest, the vials broke, and colorful fluids started to stain the bag and consequently the floor.
Ema let go of Blackquill and stepped away from the bag. "Shit. Shit. SHIT!" Panic started to rise in Ema, her face turned to ash. "What's that smell?" Blackquill sniffed the air and gagged. "Goddamn, what is this?" Blackquill almost choked on his words. The smell was atrocious, it sucked the air out of their lungs. Ema coughed. "A lot of things actually. Open the windows!" She rushed to the nearest window. Blackquill did as he was told and ripped the other two windows open. Cold wind rushed through her bedroom, but the smell remained. They fled back into the small hallway, closing the door behind them. It was too late though; the smell was everywhere.
"You can't possibly plan to stay here tonight." He looked at her, eyebrows raised. She shrugged. "I live here." She mentally prepared herself to cough herself to sleep. Blackquill shook his head. "Not tonight." He led her out of the apartment and back to his car.
Ema couldn't deny she wanted explosions in the bedroom, but this smell "explosion" wasn't what she had in mind.
