Monday

Atlanta, GA

Joyce called her lawyer; frantic about her divorce decree. She wanted the case rushed when she thought she had money to marry, but now that Michael was busted, she was reconsidering her choices. Maybe she had been too hasty with the divorce. Maybe there was a way to get more out of Bobby after all.

Her lawyer was not amused. They had signed a declaration that the divorce was fair and reasonable and neither side would contest the terms, and a judge had already approved it. It would be hard to argue now that the terms were unreasonable. Also, the terms had been pretty fair. Joyce had a house free and clear and had no major debt. She was young enough to find employment, and she had no dependents; her ex-husband bearing the cost of their daughter's college education. He sighed. He had to try and see if there was any case law on her side. He was hoping their wasn't. He wanted to be done with her.

Tuesday

Washington, DC

Charlie had one more final to go and then she would be able to go to Los Angeles for the next semester. No more avoiding her ex-boyfriend in the hallways. No more drama. Her butt was getting a much needed break from the District. She just had to get through biochemistry.

Los Angeles,

The FBI found nothing. His prints weren't a match for any prints in the database. The slug in his brain didn't match any guns that they had on file. Sharon sighed. She did not want to spend another Christmas dealing with murder. She had to figure out who the heck this guy was and who killed him, but how?

"Maybe we should do a press release?" suggested Tao.

"And get a bunch of bogus leads?" retorted Sanchez.

"Better than the zero leads we have now."

Sharon was loathe to suggest it. The last thing she wanted was journalists on her behind, but she didn't have any better ideas.

She was going to have to talk to Chief Taylor first. Yippee!

"Are you sure getting the media involved is a good idea?" The last thing Taylor wanted was a scandal.

"I don't know what else to do. We have no idea who this guy is, why he was at the golf course, why he was shot, and therefore, have no idea who shot him. If we could get a name, an address, anything, we could actually start investigating. And the sooner we solve this case..."

"The sooner everyone can get away to their Christmas plans. I get it. Well, just try and keep this investigation as normal as possible."

"Understood, Chief."

They did a short press release, seeking any information on a John Doe, early-mid 40s, dark hair and eyes, and found deceased at a golf course. They didn't mention that he had been shot and sent around a rendition of how he would have looked alive instead of the actual photo of his remains.

Within minutes, the phone calls started coming in. Most of them were irrelevant, but one was promising.

A woman remembered seeing John Doe at an Italian restaurant, Rocco's, a few days ago. He was with another guy at a table, and the two were arguing. She couldn't hear what the argument was about, but she remembered John Doe looking very cross.

Now, they finally had a lead. Time to go to the restaurant.

Wednesday

Brenda was at the mall, looking for a Christmas present for Marcus. She wondered from store to store, not seeing anything that looked quite right, until she got to the Sports Authority. She saw a pullup bar. Maybe he'd like one of these. Not the most exciting present, but it was a start. What else do twelve year old boys like? Junk food, girls, video games. Now that's it, video games. She went to the game store and asked the attendant what to get for a 12 year old. He suggested Super Smash Brothers. She went with that and Mortal Kombat.

Now, she just needed to get something for Fritzi and Charlie, and she would be all set.

Thursday

FBI Office

Things were a little awkward between Rachel and Fritz. They exchanged their pleasantries like everything was normal, but they both knew things were not. How was my wife last weekend? Oh! She was fabulous! This conversation obviously never took place.

Rachel tried to keep herself distracted in her translations, but her mind kept turning back to one sumptuous blonde.

Fritz was heading into the elevator for lunch. He didn't even see Rachel there and almost crashed straight into her.

"Sorry," he stuttered as he hopped into the elevator. Her cheeks turned red, unable to say anything, and then he was gone.

She had to get a grip somehow.

The restaurant was able to pull up the credit card information on their John Doe. His name was Mark Spencer, and he was 42, from New York, and according to his credit card information, had flown in the morning before he was killed and was expected to stay in LA for a week. He was an agent for a talent agency and had just signed a contract with an up and coming Brooklyn band. Now to figure out with whom he had been dining, and why they had been arguing.

Friday

Morning

Charlie was headed to Dulles, ready to catch her flight to Los Angeles. Biochem had been a breeze, and she was ready to rollout in her simple jeans and a Batman t-shirt. She shipped some stuff and was taking the rest with her on the plane. She was exhausted and ready for a long nap.

Afternoon

Sammie's flight from San Francisco was about to land. It had been a while since she had been down to LA, and it was nice that her mom finally had a man to introduce her too. Sammie had planned on bringing her boyfriend, but they broke up a few weeks ago. He was nice, but the chemistry just wasn't right. She didn't know why, but he could not satisfy her. She caught a cab to her childhood home and unlocked the door to see a young woman chopping vegetables.

"You must be Sharon's kid," Charlie started as she got the potatoes ready. She looked like a younger Sharon: the hair, the eyes, the curvaceous figure, the top of the line clothes. Who else could she be?

"Yeah, I'm Camille, and you're Bobby's daughter?"

"Charlie at your service."

"Well, nice to meet you. How long have you been in LA?"

"All about two hours. I figured I may as well get started on dinner."

"Can I help?"

"Sure. How about you take over with the veggies, and I'll handle the chicken?"

Sammie took over chopping and Charlie salted and peppered the chicken thighs and legs and stuffed some garlic and rosemary under the skin. She put the pieces on a roasting rack and set it in the oven. The vegetables were going to be roasted a bit later, so the food would all be done at the same time.

"What happened to your boyfriend?" Charlie asked her.

"What?"

"Sharon said you were bringing a beau."

"Oh! We broke up."

"Was he a cheater? That's why I left my last boyfriend."

"Oh no, the chemistry just wasn't right."

"So he was lousy in bed, eh!"

Sammie didn't want to say it out loud, but she nodded. "He tried, it was just, meh!"

Charlie looked up. She thought Sammie was quite attractive. She didn't want to be caught staring, so she promptly went to the fridge. "You want a beer?"

"Sure."

They started the evening with blue moon, commiserating about their failed relationships and life in general.

"How hard is it to find someone who knows how to fuck?" Sammie lamented.

"Tell me about it." Charlie finished the last of her beer. Sammie smelt really nice, kind of like a spicy lilac.

Their eyes caught each other's for just a moment. "I should check on the chicken," Charlie stuttered, looking for a reason to get up. She adjusted the heat and put the vegetables in the oven. When she went to go back to the living room, she crashed right into Sammie.

"Oh Sorry." They were face to face, Charlie's tall, slender frame right in front of a shorter, curvier Sammie. When they both looked like they were about to walk away, something unexpected happened. Charlie's hands found Sammie's hips, and Sammie's hands found Charlie's shoulders. Their embrace quickly turned into a passionate kiss where Charlie had Sammie pinned to the fridge. Hands roaming, tongues pushing back and forth with vigor, the duo showed no sign of letting up.

Charlie's hands groped Sammie's ass intently, causing her to moan excitedly. Sammie hissed into her new lover's ear, "take me to bed." Charlie obliged, carrying the petite brunette into the bedroom they were to share for the holiday. This would be an interesting vacation.

Kisses and bites controlled the scene as their clothes came flying off. Charlie took control, exploring every touch and curve with her hands and mouth. Sammie grunted and growled, enjoying the energy that Charlie had. Finally, someone who's actually excited to fuck me!

Charlie had Sammie on her hands and knees, giving her a perfect view of her hips and luscious behind. "Spread your legs," Charlie ordered. Sammie readily obliged. Charlie kissed her way down her neck, and back, settling on the curve at the top of her ass. She slowly began kissing and biting each thigh, giving Sammie something to squeal about. Her lover was getting very wet for her. Charlie began to tease her, running her finger every so slightly across her outer lips.

"Oh God!" Sammie let out, her excitement very apparent.

"Do you want more?" Charlie slowly flicked her sensitive numb, sending chills down the other woman's spine.

All Sammie could do was shudder as Charlie got to work.

Charlie took her time, wanting to make sure she got this just right. She explored every inch of Sammie's tender flesh, soft licks and rubs everywhere and Charlie finally found her g-spot and began to rub it incessantly.

"Oh FUCK!" She screamed. Her body was literally trembling at this point.

Charlie liked the feedback she was getting and began to suck on her clit, softly at first and she applied more pressure as Sammie twitched and writhed in front her. Charlie replaced her mouth with her fingers, and slowly inserted them into her new lover: one finger at first, then two, then three.

Sammie muttered and cursed as Charlie had her way with her. Charlie decided that Sammie had had enough and went for the finale. She plunged in and out, fast and deep until Sammie let out a scream and tightened everywhere; her juices flowing rapidly as she sank into the sheets. Charlie grabbed Sammie's waist and pulled her close. They nestled as they closed their eyes for a nap.

Rusty and Bobby came home and were going to make dinner, until they smelled chicken. Bobby looked in the oven and was happy to see golden brown skin, looking nice and crispy. He took a beer and drank it in the living room. Rusty followed suit; what Sharon didn't know wouldn't hurt her or him.

The two women woke up from their nap. Charlie hadn't heard anyone come home. She thought that she and Sammie had the house to themselves. She quickly slipped her hands between Sammie's legs, causing her to grunt loudly. "Ride me," Charlie hissed into her ear as she pulled Sammie's hips towards her leg. Sammie straddled her leg and began to rock back and forth as Charlie attended to her with her fingers.

"Oh God! OH GOD!" Sammie moaned and cried as Charlie played her like a fiddle, knowing every spot that made her twist and shout.

Rusty turned up the tv, pretending not to notice the noises coming out of the bedroom. Now that this was a full house, this was going to be a very bizarre vacation.

Sharon came home, exhausted after having to practically drag a confession out of their perp. "Something smells good," she said as she walked into the kitchen. She looked in the oven and saw slow roasted chicken and veggies that looked just right. She started to take the food out the oven, when she heard a tantalizing cry coming out of the other room.

"Is that?" Sharon didn't even want to finish her sentence.

Bobby looked at her sheepishly. "I guess she and her boyfriend are having a good time."

Rusty snickered. Sharon shook her head.

Sammie grabbed a towel and headed for the shower. "Mom, you're home!"

"Yes I am. We'll talk when you're more composed."

Sammie blushed and darted to the shower. She re-emerged about 10 minutes later and then went to put on some clothes. "We have company," Sammie told Charlie.

"This will be interesting." Charlie got dressed and followed Sammie out of the room.

Bobby spit out his beer when he realized that his daughter had been with Sammie this whole time. "Charlie!"

"Hi Dad," she said. What do you say when you're sleeping with your father's married girlfriend's daughter?

Rusty was confused. This is going to be a very interesting vacation.