It was another busy few weeks for Julia, and all at the Police station, especially William.
There was a string of grizzly murders, so far totalling 3 women, young, barely over the age of 20, all found stripped, raped with their throats slit in various sewers across the city. As usual the Detective had thrown himself into finding the culprit with full force. They had arrested one man, who was seen in the location of two of the three locations within a few hours of the murders. But he was released on lack of evidence.

The inspector was getting itchy fingers within a week of finding the last victim, to find, as he put it-'the bloody bastard.' William was sat at his desk, his head in his hand his desk littered with information on the victims, where they lived, worked, family, anything, the smallest scrap of information that would link the murders. His chalkboard was covered with the three women's last movements, in conjunction to where they were found dead.

He didn't even hear the knock on his door. The strong smell of paraffin assaulted his nose and he lifted his head feebly, noting how dark his office was. Julia was stood at the other end of it, lighting the oil lamp that resided on his work bench. She blew out the match and walked back over to his desk and sat down in the chair opposite him. She passed him the clipboard that she held in her hands.

'That's my final findings from the last victim found. She died from sanguination from the jugular vein. She was raped and then slashed across the throat in a right to left horizontal motion...the same as the other two victims, Nothing we don't already know unfortunately.' She sighed somewhat defeated.
William took the clip board from her and studied the notes she had written while she spoke. After reading through the notes, he lay the clipboard down and sighed in unison with her. He looked up and saw Julia's brow had furrowed and she was staring into thin air.

'Julia? Something puzzling you?' he asked quietly. She suddenly stood up and put her hand to her throat. Feeling somewhat alarmed William stood up and walked round her desk to her placing a hand on her shoulder and repeated her name. She appeared to have heard him and suddenly said-

'William, you are right handed, correct?' she asked quizzically. He nodded in agreement.
'Imagine you were to cut my throat-'
'-I'd rather not...' he interjected, flinching a little. She laughed gently,
- 'For re-enactment purposes William..' He sighed giving in and she stepped a little closer.
'Being right handed, in which direction- across my neck, would be the most obvious for you to cut in?' she asked not taking eyes away from his. His eyes looked down to her neck, and raised his hand tracing a line with his index finger lightly across her skin. Her eyes fluttered closed for a fraction of a second at the very slight touch after not having any contact for nearly two weeks. He cleared his throat.
'right handed people have to cut in a left to right motion.' she immediately went to the clipboard, inspired. The cuts on the victims necks were all cut in a left to right motion.
'the killer was left handed.' they both said in unison...

By the end of the week, the murder of the 3 women was just about wrapped up. They had found the murderer. He all but gloated his gruesome deeds as he was dragged to the jail cells in shackles. William had resigned himself to his office later that evening, partly to get some quiet time and partly to finish writing up the final report to sign off the case. By the time the clock in his office struck half past eight, he decided he had better call it a night. After all he had already spent an hour-overtime there. He packed up his things and locked the draws on his desk. He looked up and could hear someone coming into the police station, but the darkness of the rest of the police station, made who it was almost indistinguishable until they came into the light that was shining through the clouded windows that were surrounding his office. He smiled when he saw the outline of who it was, a very welcome sight after such a stressful two weeks. Considering they were engaged they had barely had a private conversation or moment, since their picnic two weekends before.

'William...' Julia said beaming. She walked straight to him and hugged him throwing her arms around his neck. He didn't say anything just nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her scent feeling more content at this moment than he had done in the last two weeks. When they broke apart, their faces were barely two inches apart and William seized the moment to passionately take her by the waist and pull their lips together. They had never kissed this passionately, and their hands were running crazed over each others necks hair and backs.
The air was becoming heavy around them as passion, desire and need, from the past two weeks of abstinence was building steadily within them. William ran his hands from her back and rubbed his thumbs gently over her ribs, just under her breasts, but without touching them. He could tell this was moving dangerously close to public indecency but they were alone and his rational logical mind was clouded by the pure want of his body. He carefully began to move Julia backwards towards his desk and her breath caught in her throat as she came into contact with it. William moved the attention of his kisses and hands to her covered neck and used his hand to undo the silk tie she was wearing, pulled it off and placed it onto his desk. He quickly got to work on the top of her shirt undoing the first three buttons of her shirt. He eagerly pulled open her shirt to reveal her neck and décolletage which he promptly covered with kisses, spurred on by her gentle sighs. Julia could see the mood was becoming more and more seductive and the desire she could see in Williams eyes, was pulling her deeper into her own unabashed desire. She could feel their pelvises very close and her hips were rubbing Williams, the feeling wasn't overtly pleasurable because of the thick skirt and petticoat she was wearing, but the contact was there none the less. She lifted her left leg ever so slightly bringing her knee ever so slightly above his, which in turn let him move closer between her legs. He sighed into her neck and her head fell back in lust. His hands fell to her waist and he gently lifted her so she was almost sat on the edge of his desk.

'William..' she sighed as she breathed out. Suddenly there was a large bang and they both froze, and stared at each other wide eyed- realisation of their scandalous unforgivable behaviour suddenly crashed through their desire like a ton of bricks. George suddenly came round the corner and immediately stopped in his tracks and flushed bright red.

'Oh sweet Jesus! sir! Doctor!' he exclaimed turning around away from them immediately as he sat eyes on their position. Julia immediately removed herself from the desk and grabbed her shirt together to hide her bare neckline. William moved away from her and shuffled his feet in embarrassment rubbing the back of his neck. He cleared his throat before he said somewhat impatiently

'George...you startled us. What is it?' still facing away from them George replied 'I'm sorry sir, the light was on in your office I came to check if everything was alright, I'm so sorry, I'll leave.' and with that he promptly sped back out of the Police station head hanging. William and Julia both looked at each other and then the floor, rather embarrassed after being caught in the act. Julia let out a small giggle and said 'I don't think I'll ever be able to look at Constable Crabtree in the eye ever again...' and then let out a half-sigh-half-giggle. William couldn't keep the smile from his face either. 'Julia...may I ask you something a little..bold..?' he said sheepily still rubbing his neck, the colour still rising in his cheeks. Julia smiled seeing him embarrassed but kept the mocking from her voice when she replied, 'Yes of course William...what is it?' and she looked up into his eyes.

'Would you like to stay with me..at my home tonight..? Its been so long since we've, just, spend time together...' he managed to get out. Julia softened her look, and put her hand to Williams face gently. 'I would love that..but ..? What would she say?- is she...discreet..?' Again the colour rose to Williams cheeks. He hoped she wouldn't catch on to just how difficult this conversation was for him. 'Well I could tell her you are there as a good friend. That you have a personal reason and you are here for comfort...?' he hoped that sounded convincing for when he repeated it for Mrs. Kitchen, he was a terrible liar when there was no provocation for it. Julia nodded. 'Yes that sounds believable..' She turned around to collect her tie and medical bag and William did the same, putting out the lights and they both headed outside to get a carriage.