So here´s the next chapter. I´m not writing as fast as I could which is pretty shitty but I´ll try and write some more the net days:)
net update is going to be for my Christmas Fanfic, late but better than never:)
Enjoy! Sorry if it´s shitty:D
"Care to share what´s going through your pretty little mind?" The little Russian looked at her best friend, who was sitting on the kitchen table, staring at her full plate. "Bo-Bo? Bo-lishes?"
The brunette looked up, blinking.
"Sorry did I interrupt your thoughts? Tell me what´s up!", Kenzi exclaimed, lightly slapping Bo´s arm.
"Huh?"
"Bo! Come on!"
The older woman sighed, leaning her head in her hands. "I don't know Kenz. I think I´m just tired. I spend half night reading case files.
After they had come home late last night and Kenzi had fallen asleep on the old red couch in the living room, Bo had stayed awake, sitting right next to her friend, reading and thinking until the sun light fluted the room.
"And anything new?" Bo shook her hed.
"Nothing, just dead ends and I´m still waiting for Dyson to call me about the wife."
Kenzi placed her butt on the chair beneath her friend and started to pour syrup over her pancakes.
"How are your buries?"
"Fine, Mrs. Mumford brought me ice and I don't think it's going to swell again."
Bo couldn't stop her thoughts from wandering back to the last evening and the pretty blond. She couldn't figure what it was that made her curios and why she couldn't get the woman out of her mind.
"Bo? Seriously, I don't now what's bothering you, but at least you need to eat", Kenzi murmured with her mouth full of food. She reached a fork to Bo and forced her to eat. The brunette sighed again, but pulled a fork full of pancakes in her mouth. The sweet taste caused her mouth to water and she put quickly another fork in her mouth.
"See? Mrs. Mumford already told me that she thought you forgot to eat again!"
Bo huffed. "It´s just food. I eat when I have time to eat."
"Bo-Bo, please don´t tell me you think I´m that stupid. Food is really important for our body. So don't you tell me it´s just food!"
Bo sighed again. She knew her friend was right, but she hadn´t the intention to tell her that.
They sat there in silent for a while, before Mrs. Mumford stormed in.
"Miss Isabeau, Miss Kenzi!", she said, in total excitement and panting like she ran up the stairs. "There are two men at the door. They wanna talk to you, or at least I hope its what they wanna do. They sounded serious." She trembled.
Bo grinned and stood up to head down the stairs.
"What has she done now?", Mrs. Mumford asked frowning, as soon as Bo was outside of the room.
"I have no idea Mrs. Mumfi but I´m right after her", Kenzi answered, grabbing her jacket to follow the older girl.
"Make sure she´s okay", the grayed woman called after her. "As always."
Downstairs she found the brunette with Hale and a guy she didn't knew.
"Hey what´s up officers?", Kenzi asked, getting closer to the group.
"New leads. We found the wife and she would be happy to talk with us", Hale replied, looking a little bit too long into the petite girls eyes.
"Nice house", Kenzi mentioned, as the company arrived at the white house in the rich peoples hood. Every house was fresh painted, the front gardens were highly cultivated and employees were running around.
"See Kenz? Even the rich people die", Bo said and smiled down at the little Russian, who had lived the poor life in the streets of London before Bo picked her up. They made their way to the wide with front door and ranged. A few seconds later swung the door open.
"How can I help you?", amen with dark blond hair asked. He was dressed in black pants and a with shirt.
Hale held his mark out, showing it to the young man.
"Oh, officers please come in. Mrs. Lamont s already waiting."
He went inside the expensive building and the others followed him through the large floors. He guided them into the living room. It was fascinating, the walls were cream colored and a real large red carpet covered a part of the pit. Of the couch in front of the chimney sat an older woman, reading a book.
"Mrs. Lamont?", the man asked, as he stepped closer. She looked up, smiling as she saw who had come to visit her.
"Oh hello officers and um Miss Holmes and Miss Watson", she said, laying her book aside. She stood up and reached her hand out for them to shake it. They all did and Mrs. Lamont send the guy away to bring some tea and cake.
"So I assume you are here because of my husband's death, right?", Mrs. Lamont asked as they all sat down around the coffee table.
Detective Hale nodded. "Yes Mrs. Lamont. I´m sorry. We need to ask you a few questions."
The older woman nodded, taking a sip form her cup of tea.
"Um…okay we need to know where you have been at the time from the 7th to the 8th may", the unknown detective said, his voice shook lightly. Bo figured him to be a new one.
"Do you think I killed my husband?", the woman asked, raising her eyebrow.
"We don't know that Mrs. Lamont but momentary your one of our suspects", Hale replied.
"I was at our farmhouse, having a few nice days without the stress of the city around me. Over twenty assistance can prove that to you."
Hale nodded, writing some notes down while the other detective looked at Mrs. Lamont as if his look could cause her to chance her story, to tell them that she killed the man. What she didn't, of course she didn't. Bo had been silent for a while now.
"Umm…Mrs. Lamont we…we need to tell you something you may not like…um your…your husband had an affair", the newbie stuttered.
Mrs. Lamont blinked at the police officer.
"That´s not shocking you. You already knew he had an affair", Bo suggested.
"Yes. Yes I knew about his affair."
"And that didn't bother you?", Kenzi asked, frowning. "I mean that he fucked other women behind your back."
Hale and the newbie shot her a cold stare, but Mrs. Lamont started to laugh.
"I´m sorry, no it didn't bother me. Not at all."
"Because you had an affair as well", Bo said.
"Yeah that´s true. Me and my husband, we never loved each other. Our marriage was good for the look and for nothing more. One day I caught him with our housemaid and we had a talk. After that we had a sort of open marriage." The woman shrugged, taking another gulp from her tea.
"And neither of you was ever jealous?", Hale asked and she shook her head.
"No, there was no need for this."
"And one of your encounter? Was one of them jealous?", Kenzi questioned, while taking a piece of cake to fill her growling stomach.
"No I don't think so, also most of my encounters are employee and went with me to the farmhouse."
"But you can´t be sure right?", the newbie asked, writing something else down.
"No I can´t, but I could give you the names if you want them", Mrs. Lamont offered.
"That would be fine, thank you very much", Bo said, giving a small smile to the woman.
Kenzi and Bo went to search the house, but found nothing else than good looking male employee and old furniture. Hale handed them a list of almost twenty names when they exited the house.
"I still can´t believe that there are so many", the newbie said with great wonder.
"Why? She´s good looking and how it looks she is really good", Bo replied, grinning as she looked onto the list. Kenzi and Hale laughed while the newbie blushed and went over to the droshky they came there with.
It was ten thirty pm and Bo and Kenzi were walking into the police department.
"Hey ladies. Got some luck with the names?", Dyson asked as he saw them.
"Not at all. Half of them were with Mrs. Lamont and there seems to be no possibility they came away from there. I´m so tired D-man I need a good night sleep before we go on", Kenzi answered, her eyes already half shut. Dyson smiled at the companions.
"Alright. Sleep well."
Bo shook her head. "I´m way to awake right now, I think I´m going to have a drink at the Dal. Could use some distraction", she said a light glow sneaking into her brown eyes.
"You want some company?", Dyson asked with a hopeful look.
"No thanks detective. I´m totally fine by myself", the brunette replied.
"Okay, well then have a nice evening ladies. See ya tomorrow", he said when Bo had handed him the list of names they already had checked. They made their way out of the building and to the rand of the street where another droshky was waiting for them.
"You know he´s totally in love with you right?", Kenzi murmured with a sleepy voice as they placed their butts inside the vehicle.
"Maybe."
"Maybe? For an investigator you´re really awfully blind. He´s making these puppy eyes whenever he´s seeing you and you want to tell me you´re not seeing that he´s totally in love with you?"
"I wouldn't call it love. He maybe has a little crush on me, but why should that bother me?", Bo huffed.
"Seriously Bo-Bo you can be a total ass sometimes", Kenzi growled, leaning against the cushions of the bench they were sitting on.
"I´m not an ass, I´m being honest. I´m not sorry that he has a crush on me since it´s not my fault and it´s not my fault that I take his offers when he makes them."
Kenzi sighed, closing her eyes. Bo might be her best friend but she knew that the woman was almost the most difficult person she ever met. They arrived at their apartment in the Baker Street.
"You should go to bed Watson. You look like you´re already sleeping", Bo suggested, giving a smile to the dark haired girl.
Kenzi nodded, eyes still half shut. She opened the door and climbed out of the vehicle. "You sure you wanna go?", she mumbled, looking up to her friend.
"Yeah Kenzi. Sleep well."
The little Russian nodded, smiling before she went inside quickly. Bo waited until she saw light burning in the window of their kitchen, before she gave a sign to the driver to bring her to the pub.
"Miss Kenzi you´re home", Mrs Mumford greeted her when she came into the house floor and made her way into the kitchen.
"Yes, would you make me dinner Mrs Mumford? I´m dying from hunger."
"Of course Miss Kenzi but when you allow the question, where is Miss Holmes?"
Kenzi sighed deep."She´s out for a drink. She rejected the poor police officer once again." She shook her head.
"Detective Dyson?", Mrs. Mumford requested, while she placed a plate on the table. Kenzi looked out of the window seeing how Bo´s droshky drove away in the dark.
"Yeah. Sometimes I worry about her", Kenzi admitted, before she turned around to take a seat at the dining table.
She knew she just could have taken Dyson´s offer. She knew, but that was not what she wanted right now. She wanted someone she didn't already know. She wanted to have a talk, to flirt with someone. She wanted to put some effort into her present day encounter. She wanted to have nice talk about some daily things with someone who didn´t just thought about fucking with her. She wanted to talk to a woman. The vehicle stopped in front of the dark alley where the Dal was located. Bo paid the man on the driver's seat and went into the shadow of the night. She could already smell the alcohol and sweat before she went into the building. The doors were opened by a totally drunk man that stumbled out into the night. She made her way inside and to the old bar.
"Hey Trick", she said, when she fell onto the bar chair.
"Bo, nice to see you tonight. What can I bring you?", the old barkeeper asked as he cleaned the counter.
"Vodka, pour."
Trick nodded turning around to make said drink.
"Wanna shot yourself down?"
Bo smiled as she heard the familar voice, turning to face the blond woman sitting next to her.
"Maybe, was a rough day at work", she replied, taking a sip from the drink Trick just brought.
The woman smirked, turning her own drink between her fingers. "What are you working?", she asked.
"I´m a free investigator for the police department."
"Investigator? Sounds interesting", the blond commented.
Bo chuckled. "Well sometimes it is, but I don't wanna talk about my work. I´d rather hear what your name is, since you refused to tell me when I told you mine."
The blonds grin widened as she shook her head. "I see you´re good at your job."
Bo shrugged. "That might be."
"What would you do with my name, hm?"
"I don't know yet, maybe screaming it in the middle of the night."
The other woman chuckled again, her eyes narrowed. Bo had to admit that she looked even more attractive that way.
"What if I´d told you you´d have to work for my name?"
Her eyes wandered from the whisky brown eyes down to the soft looking lips and further down over the form of her breasts. They were cupped by a red corset that was part of a likewise colored dress that fit her in all the right places.
"What shell I do?"
"Tell me what you´re working on", the beauty required.
Bo laid her head to the side, looking at the woman with curiosity. "Why would you want to know what I´m working on?"
"I find it interesting, there is nothing really exciting about the life in this city so I´m just curious."
Bo smiled again. "Well I´m working on a murderer case. A man died", Bo said.
"What happened?"
"I´m not going to tell you that", Bo replied, grinning about the pouting face the blond showed her.
"Then I´m going to ask you to do something else to get your reward."
Bo´s grin widened. "What could it be that you want other than facts about my work?"
"Something more personal." The blond leaned forward, capturing Bo´s lips in a kiss. It was a soft touch almost too soft.
"Well I think you should be rewarded. I´m Lauren." The woman leaned back and held her hand out for Bo to shake, what she did.
"Nice to finally meet you Lauren."
"It´s nice to meet you too. What would you say if I´d asked you to take this conversation to another place? Like your place?"
"With pleasure Lauren. You know, that is a perfect name for a gorgeous woman."
The old front door squeaked as Bo let them into her apartment. Her room was in the second floor. A little further away from Kenzis and their housekeepers rooms. The main reason was that she liked to get up at very early hours to play fiddle or remove her books before moving them back into the cupboards.
She led Lauren through the house, bringing her to the large room with the king-sized bed.
The room door just closed when Bo shoved Lauren against the wall, one thigh between the blonds. She slammed their lips together, pushing her tongue into Laurens mouth. Their tongues melt together, fighting about the upper hand. Lauren squeezed her behind, dragging her nails inside the soft flesh. Their breasts pressed together as they´re session got more heated. They peeled each other out of their clothes in the desperate need to feel the others naked body. She was actually even prettier than Bo had thought and she was definitely better than one of the mindless people she used to pick up. A low moan escaped her mouth as their lips parted and Lauren´s tongue found its way to a very sensitive part of her neck.
"Like that?", the blond teased, nipping at the soft flesh once more. "So much."
A chuckle disturbed the sound of panting and light moans. Her fingertips gazed over Lauren´s chest, caressing the form of her breasts. Lauren buried her hands in her thick brunette hair. She pulled Bo closer, biting down on her bottom lip. Hard, not enough to draw blood but enough to send waves of sharp pain through her body. Bo groaned, rolling one of Lauren´s nipples between her thumb and forefinger in response.
"You know you smell delicious, right?" Lauren chuckled, wrapping her arms around Bo´s neck.
"Well I heard it once or twice, so what do you think about moving this to the bed?", she responded, pressing herself flat against the brunette.
"I think I like that very much." She took Lauren´s hand in hers, leading her over to the bed. She sunk in the soft cushion as she sat down, pulling Laruen with her so the woman was straddling her. She grabbed the silk hips and captured the blonds lips once more, savoring the sweet taste. The lighter haired woman grinned, grinding herself against Bo. A stream of arousal shot through her body, making Bo painful aware of the throbbing heat between her legs.
"You´re beautiful", Lauren hummed near Bo´s earlobe.
"So are you." She laid back, her grip wandering over to Lauren´s ass, tightening. A low moan escaped Lauren´s lips, her hips moving involuntary against Bo´s. Bo whimpered as she felt the other woman´s wetness against the heated skin of her thigh.
"God Lauren!" The woman bend down, trailing a series of kisses along Bo´s clavicle over her sternum. A light sweat film covered both their bodies. Bo led one of her hands wander from where it was placed to where she knew Lauren needed it most. Her fingers got covered in soaking wetness as she rubbed them against Laurens folds. The blond released another moan, louder this time. The sound alone got Bo to buck her hips up and meet with Lauren´s hot flesh.
The air was filled with the smell of sex. Lauren´s fingers trailed down until she reached Bo´s core, insisting her with two long digits. The moved together in a slow rhythm, their moans only shushed by the others lips.
Thanks for the revies:) If you got any time, please leave more and tell me if this is shit