~Dominique's POV~
I found myself back in the station the next day. I tried walking a little slower since my body hasn't recovered from last night. I had a mission to complete damn it, and I wasn't going to let a hot night of incredible, wild, inhumanly long lasting sex and a very sore body stop me. I'm just happy Carlton was a very an early bird. He was already showered and dressed before I even woke up, which was great for me. Once I woke up and got dress, Carlton took me home so I can get a hot shower and change into a clean outfit. I wore a causal, deep green, tight fitting dress with matching shoes. After I was dress, Carlton insisted that we should go out to eat pancakes. I would have rather went straight to Police Station but, I was terrible hungry. Soon enough, after eating pancakes with Carlton, I was back at the police Station.
"Chief Vick, a moment of your time", I said as I knocked on the door twice.
Chief Vick didn't look happy to see me. However, gave me a professional, and polite smile and motioned me to sit. I walked in as she was talking and sat down.
"Of course Agent Danger. I got your files last night after you left and I wanted to extend my deepest apology. Your boss was 'very' clear that your true identity is to be protected no matter what the cost is. As for the confidentiality files, I read and signed them. I also agree to the full terms of the agreement. Nothing I say to you will leave this room without your consent and nothing you say to me will leave this room without your consent. So anything you need from me and my men, just let me know."
She handed me the papers; all were signed. I smiled. As much as I hate asking for help from the police, I was very pleased knowing that my job will be easier with them at my side.
"I'm glad that we have an understanding. Now, what I need is any and all details from recent murder/rape victims you have on file starting 3 weeks ago."
"We deal with murders all of the time, as well as rapist. Why is does government suddenly want to look into our files?"
I took a moment to collect my thoughts. I need to honest with her but, there are some details that I have to leave out.
"The culprit that we're hunting down, his code name is Brother Grimm. He is a serial murderer who has a very unique calling card. By leaving quotes from the Grimm's Fairy Tales placed somewhere on his victims' bodies, we know everywhere that he's been. However, we need to find out where he's going?"
"Ok, but why is the government so focused on this case? He's only another killer that needs to be stopped. The police are more than capable of stopping him."
"No, no you're not. You see, Brother Grimm is the Boogeyman of the Black Market. He snatches people and sells them in his Human Trafficking Ring. In the Underworld, he's famous. In the civilian world, no one knows who he is or that he even exist. The government wants to keep it like that."
"You want to catch him because he's a bad guy who hunts bad guys?"
I tried my best not to roll my eyes.
"We want to catch him because we know that he's using National Security secrets to hide from us. We don't who he is or how he got his hands on such delegate information but, we have to find him at all cost. Our only lead is his calling card and his unique taste in his victims. So, what I need are all of your files for the past month, as I said. I will also require a few of your men. The more eyes that I have to see with, the better."
Chief Vick was silent for a moment. She put her elbows on her desk and rested her head on her hands. I waited patiently for a minute or so before Chief Vick spoke up again.
"How many men do you need?"
"4 at most."
"And I assume you want Detective Lassiter on board as well."
"Absolutely not."
Vick raised an eyebrow at me.
"Really? I thought-"
"Involving Carlton would not only be a mistake, but also a liability. Personal emotions should never get involved with business, especially when comes to National Security."
"I understand."
"Thank you. Lastly, I need the files on all of your employees, current and retired, and a private room."
~30 minutes later~
I was sitting in a large room right next to the Chief's office. On the table was a large stack of files on the about 2 feet high. I signed. The only thing I hated worse than hearing the high pitch, ear bleeding screams of someone I was torturing was paperwork; and this is a lot of paperwork. If Carlton wasn't able too see me through the window, I would've cried. At least when I torture people I get to use earphones and drowned out the noise. Reading through file after file however, I can't listen to my music. I have to stay 100% focused on my tasked. I signed again as I mentally prepare myself for the most boring part of my job.
One by one I read through the files of every single person that works, and who has worked, in this station. Most people I read about are so idiotic, I have no idea how they are capable of tying shoes. The average number of cases solved in this station made the dumbest man in my department look like a genius. There was a about ten cops that been here for years but, never solved a single case. No wonder Santa Barbara is the murder capital of the world. These criminals aren't genius. Most of these cops are just stupid.
'Lassiter, Carlton.'
I picked up the heaviest file in the stack. Carlton's file was at least three times as thick as the others.
'What the hell,' I thought out loud.
I opened Carlton's file and began to read. So Carton was telling the truth. I can't believe that he caught a Kingpin and 150 murders during his entire ten years as a cop. He was also the youngest Head Detective in Santa Barbara history. That is very impressive! A lot of his most recent cases however, was solved with the help of Shawn Spencer who is also the son of a most impressive retired cop, Henry Spencer. Carlton's partner is Juliet O'Hara; cute. Carlton also seems to have a lot of problems with keeping his gun full. According to the file, Carlton has a record of nearly 200 unauthorized misuses of firing his gun, mostly at squirrels? Ok, I may have met my match in unauthorized guns shootings. Except, I would never shoot an adorable little squirrel. Chipmunks however, are a different story. So far, I loved everything that I read about my unusual lover, until my eye caught something that it didn't want to. Carlton had an inappropriate relationship with his former partner, Lucinda Barry. This was some years ago of course but, it was still upsetting. I looked up at Carlton through the window. He is sitting at his desk, doing his own paperwork. He then looks up and sees me staring at him. He smiles and waves at me. I smile and wave right back. I then glance at his partner Juliet. This O'Hara girl was blond and beautiful just like the other girl. There is nothing I want more than to walk over to her and question her relationship with Carlton. However, jealousy is something I will never allow myself to make time for. If Carlton is serious about wanting a relationship with me, he'll be loyal. If he won't be loyal, than I cut his dick off and feed it to the dogs.
I continued through Carlton's file. I read through his reports. I read through the complaints filed against him which is why his file weighs about five pounds. Apparently, Carlton isn't known for his 'sensitivity', even for victims. Other than that, Carlton's record was quite impressive. Though his reports from his early years were pretty hilarious. I burst out laughing when I read how he tackled an old woman when he thought that she robbed a bank. It turned out to be her grandson who robbed the bank. I was happy once I saw a great improvement since then in his later reports. Carlton, my Carlton, was a hell of a Detective after all. In over 10 years, he never took a day off, giving him 325 days of unused vacation time total. That'll be helpful if we ever want to go on a vacation together sometime in the future. After I was satisfied, I put Carlton's file in the read pile and began to read through the other files. A few hours later, I had four files in my hand. As for the other 537 files, I left on the table. I got up and walked back to Vick's office.
"Did you find the people you wanted", she asked.
"Yes, and you would you call them in here", I replied.
"Of Course."
After an hour of waiting in the conference room, Chief Vick came back with the four men that I needed.
"Special Agent Danger, you know Shawn Spencer, Burton Guster, and Buzz McNab. This other gentle is Henry Spencer, Shawn Spencer's father. Everyone, the is Special Agent Dominique Danger. She's a C.I.A. Agent."
"Oh wow! I've never met everyone from the C.I.A before. Now I really, really feel bad about tackling you yesterday", Buzz said.
"Yeah. And I'm sorry that Gus made me tackle you yesterday", Shawn said.
"I did no such thing", Gus yelled.
I smiled at the three.
"It's fine you three."
"Shawn, you tackle a federal agent!?"
"You see dad, it was an honest mistake. Gus and I thought that Dominique was an alien and wanted to use Lassie as a sex slave to have intergalactic babies in order to take over the world."
"You what!?"
Henry looked at Shawn, horrified. Then he looked at me with regret.
"I am so sorry about my son's behavior. You have my word, he's an idiot."
I started to laugh. Somehow I know that I'm going to like this team of mine.
"It's fine. Shall we get started then?"
I waited for everyone to sit down before I continued.
"As you four are now aware, I'm in Santa Barbara on business and I need your help along with Chief Vick."
"Question", Shawn interrupted while raising his hand.
"Yes, Shawn?"
"Are we going to be a team, if so, can we be have code names like Optimus-Prime or Megatron?"
He has got to kidding me.
"Or how about the Thundercats", Gus added.
"I like the Thundercats", Buzz insisted.
"Would you three shut up and let the woman speak", Henry yelled
I smiled at Henry, giving him a silent thank you.
"Yes, you guys are apart of my team. No, there will be no code names. This case of mine is top secret, so I need full cooperation from you four. Now, I'm going to hand out these confidentiality papers. You will read them, you will sign them."
I handed everyone the same agreement that I gave to Chief Vick. Everyone but Shawn read them. He simply signed it.
"Shawn, before I continue, you should really read the paper before hand."
"I already read the paper, Dominique, in here", Shawn said as he pointed to his temple.
"So you already know that if anything is said about my case outside of six of us, I can and will legally throw your arse into the deepest, darkest, and coldest ceil that I can possible find at Guantanamo Bay. You are also aware by breaching this contract, you willingly commit Treason against the United States of America, which in many of the cases that I've work on, I've made sure that traitors are put to death immediately. And also by signing this legal federal document, knowingly and willing agreeing to the terms, that I legally own you. You read all of that with your psychic gift, did you?"
Shawn swallowed hard and laughed nervously.
"Yes I did but, I'm just going to go over it one more time, to make sure that my gift didn't skip any details. I forgot to eat my wheaties this morning so, my psychicness-ness hasn't fully awaken."
Once everyone signed the paperwork and handed them to me, I continued with the lecture.
"Alright, just so you are all aware, I carefully selected you four because you are the best at what you do, both current and retired officers of the law."
Shawn raised his hand.
"And Psychic and partner in crime, Shawn. May I continue without interruption?", I spoke in a harsh tone.
"Quick question, why is Buzz here and not Lassie, or Jules? They're both actual detectives and Buzz is still a cop."
Buzz looked slightly hurt at the question, but he didn't say anything. I could telling from his eye's that he was also wondering the same thing.
"Despite Officer McNab's lack of experience, he is the most hard working officer at this station. And Buzz, if I may, I seen your test score. There's absolute rubbish, the worst that I've ever seen."
Buzz lowered his head and the red in cheek began to glow.
"That's why, I'm going to take you on as a pupil. By the time I'm done with you, you're going to have the brain to match the brass. Any questions?"
Buzz looked up at me and his sweet face glowed.
"Aww, thank you Agent Danger. Or should we call you Miss Danger", Buzz asked.
"You're welcome and please, if everyone could just call me Dominique, that would be perfect."
"Ok, Dominique," Buzz said.
"Can we call you Dom, or the Dominator, or how about DD for short", Shawn shouted out.
"No for the first two, but I will except DD", I said.
I actually like sound of DD as a nickname.
"Great, so what's the sitch DD", Shawn asked.
"The situation is, I'm undercover. No can one outside of this office can know who I really am", I pressed forward, "with the exception Carlton and his partner, Juliet. You four are going to be apart of my team. Carlton and Juliet will not be. So, they are not permitted to know any details about this case. Got it?"
"Wait, I have a question", Gus interrupted.
"Be quite, Gus, and let her finish", Henry
"It's important", Gus pushed forward, "Are you not involving Lassiter because of you two sleeping together?"
My mouth dropped at Gus's question. I hear Chief Vick choking on her coffee from behind me. I felt my cheeks flush. I closed my eyes and clenched my fist. I must remain professional.
"Did Carlton tell you that we slept together, Gus?"
I heard Gus make a small whimper and I saw Shawn scoot his chair so he was sitting behind McNab. A moment later, I realized the stupidity of my own question. I did openly confess to wanting to use Carlton for sex last night. And this morning, Carlton and I rod in together. I was about to apologies to Gus for my own foolishness when Henry interrupted me.
"No, Dominique, Lassiter didn't tell us anything. You did."
I looked at Henry who kept eyeing his now terrified son, Gus, and me. Henry quickly explained everything that happened early this morning: the call, Carlton answering the door in only boxer, the blood on his back and bed, and how they found my naked body that was just barely covered, and the fact that I talk in my sleep. I rubbed my face with both of my hands while trying to push back my humiliation with whatever dignity I had left. I hate you Santa Barbara.
"Carlton and I are in a relationship now. I am a professional and I will not allow business and pleasure to get entangled. Which is why I don't want anything said in this room to leave this room, other wise, there will be serious hell to pay by me. Carlton will NOT be involved in this case, no matter what. Go it?"
Everyone agreed.
"Good. Now be we can begin."