~Dominique's POV~
My eyes were on my cuffed wrist. I tugged on my restraints slightly. The cold metal that wrapped tightly around my wrist was nearly cutting off the circulation. I couldn't help but sigh in frustration. I wouldn't mind being cuffed down to a table as long as Carlton was the one who did it, but it wasn't. It was that sweet guy, McNab? Yes, Buzz McNab. I've dealt with public police many times. Out of all of the times I had to deal with be arrested by police in order to keep my identity concealed, this time it wasn't as horrible. Buzz was courteous, soft spoken, and very professional; comforting even. He's very sweet and has a gentle nature about him, like a boy that has never been exposed to the cruelty of this harsh world. If I had to do a profile on him, I'd say he was raised in a very stable home, possibly a christian home. Both his parents were in the picture and has brought him up right. That explains how his open respect for his commanding officers; or anyone who is slightly older for that matter, is truly sincere.
"Here you are, three creams and four sugars."
I looked up at the cute face and smiled.
"Thank you Buzz. You're a sweetheart."
He smiled back at me and waved it off as he place my coffee in front of me. He was even so thoughtful to bring me a napkin as well. My thoughts drifted off to all of fun that I could have with him, for a moment anyway. I noticed his wedding band once he placed the cup down on the table. Ah. The best men are often times married off the quickest. Good for him, bad for me. To prey on a married man, no matter how sweet and adorable, is completely tasteless. Besides, I have my target is set on a very available Head Detective.
"Well, it's the least that I could do. I mean, I did kind of ruined your date with Detective Lassiter. Plus, I tackled you pretty hard. Speaking of which, are you sure that you're ok?"
The bruises on my body screamed no. However, the bruises were the least of my troubles. Do to Shawn's little stunt at the restaurant, I now have to come up with a story to feed to the press that has formed outside of the station. Moreover, I need to make sure to use the press to my advantage. Brother Grimm, like all criminals, would watch the news. They need to. It's their only source of information. I need to make him see me. I need to become his next target somehow. I got it!
"I'm fine, Buzz. Thank you."
"That's great. For what it's worth, I'm really glad Lassiter found someone special like you. You know, I didn't hear him scream at anyone all day today, including me."
With that, he left. So, Carlton has more of an angry side to him than just an hour ago. Terrible sex life, or even lack of sex for a long period of time tends to do that. What was that saying again, men are moody when they don't get booty? So, I'm not the only one longing for release. I took a few sips of my coffee when a woman entered the room.
"Dominique Danger, that's quite the name you have. My name is Chief Vick."
She sat down and slid a fold over to me. I opened it. Inside, there was my name and picture but nothing else. Then she slid over my gun and badge, which were kept in an evidence bag.
"No birth certificate, no fingerprints, history of any kind whatsoever. Tell me, who are you really and what the hell are you doing in Santa Barbara."
"My name is Dominique Danger, as you said. I work for the C.I.A and I'm here on a case. So beside my name and badge number, you won't find anything else one me."
"What's the case?"
"Classified."
Vick slammed her hands against the table and rose up, glaring down at me.
"This is my jurisdiction! You will tell me everything, especially why you're out with one of my finest!"
I took a deep breath to defuse the erg to kill this woman. I don't kill unless I'm ordered to. However, there have been times where I came really close to doing so. This department needs to learn discretion, and that exactly what I'm going to do. I stood up, calmly. I showed my now free wrist as I took my coffee and took another drink from it.
"I'm the fucking government and everywhere inside of United States property is MY jurisdiction and as of now, you and your finest are my property. Got it!"
~Lassiter's POV~
This is so exciting. Never in my career did something like this happen. I'm working for the government now! I couldn't stop myself smiling with excitement. I watched Dominique grab her custom made weapon, lift her skirt until it was just below the pantie line and slip the gun into a holster that was strapped around her thigh. As for her badge, she simply pushed it down her cleavage. If only I could be that badge for a day.
"As for Detective Lassiter, we was on a date before your psychic rudely interrupted us."
"You, and Lassiter? Wait, wait, wait. You went on a date, with Lassiter", she said in disbelief.
"Yes", Dominique stated.
"We are talking about the same man, right? Ye tall, blue eyes, personality is tolerable at best", Vick continued.
"Yes", Dominique stated again.
"Why on Earth did you pick Lassiter to date? I mean, you're a pretty, young girl. Couldn't you find someone your own age, someone less,...well, someone who isn't Lassiter. Beside, you must be only 20. Wouldn't you prefer someone your own age", Vick asked.
Hey! Vick made it sound as if I'm not good enough to be with Dominique. I'll have her know her that I'm catch damn it! I just happen to be a big fish in a small pond, and that pond happens to be filled with women who can't understand military weaponry, my love for the constitution, or the need for a quicker process for executing criminals.
"I'm 23, thank you and Carlton is perfect", Dominique said, "If I were to set my sights on someone my own age, I'd be force with dealing with an amature little boy with no real understanding of life, liberty, and guns. In other words, it would be boring. That would be a downgrade on my part. No, I prefer a man; a real man with real life experience and has more to talk about besides common taste in movies, hobbies, favorite sex positions."
She's right. I've seen the way these younger guys walk around with no shirts, no belts, and no respect. I couldn't count how many times I watched these young 'bros' looking at other women while their own girlfriends are only a few feet away. America has a sad future coming our way because of these little punks. Wait a second, if Dominique is 23, the age difference is 23 years! Oh my God! My eyes widen as the realization kicked in. Whoa. This is, this is,... I have no idea what this is.
"At least tell me about the bottle of pills, carbamazepine."
I snapped out of my thoughts to listen in.
"As humiliating as this is for me, I'm a sex addict. Those are my prescribed pills that help me control my,...ergs."
She's a sex addict too? So, she wasn't lying about wanted to use my body for her own sick, sexual purpose. I didn't know whether to be flattered or hurt. My eyes glided up and down Dominique's body once again. I am so flattered, and very happy. If I was a younger woman, I would definitely want to use me for my body to. I listened as Dominique continued.
"But before you get the wrong impression of me, I wasn't with Lassiter just for his body. I mean, he does has an amazing body. It's one of the best that I've seen in a long time and definitely a plus, a huge plus in fact but still, there were other reasons."
Chief Vick looked extremely uncomfortable at that moment.
"Dare I ask what?"
The Chief looked as if she didn't want to know anything anymore. Not me. I wanted to know it all. Come on Chief, ask her as many questions as possible.
"He was very sweet to me. Believe it or not, sweet isn't something I'm use to, it's more like rude sexual comments or random groping. And much as I love sex, I'm not some cheap whore that shags anyone that smiles at me. I have standards and a very particular taste. So, I've took an interest in your Detective. That's why I was on this date tonight, or at least I was before your psychic nearly blown my cover as a civilian. Now if you excuse me, I have a mess to clean up, your mess to be exact. In all my years as an agent, I've never seen such sloppy work."
"How many years could you have possibly work", Chief asked offensively.
Dominique smirked. It wasn't a rude, arrogant smirk that would normally piss me off and makes me want to hunt down any reason to lock the bastard up. It was an erotic, devilishly smirk. It was the kind of smirk that demanded obedience or punishment. It was hot.
"A lot longer than you think", Dominique said with a seductive voice, "Now that press is waiting for me, I can't be as invisible as I'd like. So this is what's going to happen, I'll be back in the morning. By then, my boss will fax you over the required information that you need. Once you sign over the Feudal Confidentiality Agreement, I'll let discuss with you the details of my case. After words, I'll be borrowing a few of your men to form a small, elite team to assist me in catching the perpetrator. Please note, that by signing the F.C.A. you will agree that if you or your anyone at this station leaks any information about my case, I personally haul every single one of your arses to Guantanamo Bay where you will spend the rest of your days begging for death."
Dominique's voice went from sexy and seductive to cold and venomous. She was deadly serious. Chief didn't say anything. Her eyes were wide and her mouth fell open. She was scared, and I can see why. Dominique is a very powerful person and very dangerous one to. With that, Dominique took her coffee and left the room, smiling. I wanted to follow her but, my feet felt heavy as lead. I could feel my heart pounding hard against my chest. Oh Sweet Lady Justice, I'm in love!