A/N: Sorry this took so long I got caught up in Game of Thrones.

Case 16: The Kiss Of Death

The two detectives were walking through the square in civilian clothes, Dorian happily trotting around them when the sound of shattering caught their attention and an almighty shriek of fear before it was cut off by the sickening cracks of a human hitting concrete.

The pair froze for a fraction of a second before springing into action, directing the crowd before it was taken over by on duty beat cops.

JJ had to wait as he couldn't walk through the blood until photos were taken. When they finally were he grabbed the woman's tablet and the sticky notes that had fallen.

He retreated away to where David had brought the Impala.

He easily hacked the tablet and got the message off the note pad. A meeting here, with Rachel Priest.

"We got her ID and a smashed dictaphone. Emma Ternon and she was really beautiful." David walked over to him, waving the blood splattered item.

"And she was suppose to meet Rachel here." David paused in place frowning cutely at his lover. "You take everything back to the lab then grab the car, I'll talk with Rachel." JJ felt the urge to kiss the brunette but as they were working merely squeezed his hand before bagging up the items, watching him drive off.

"JJ!" Speak of the devil and she shall appear. "What's going on?" Microphone in hand with her cameraman Carl behind her Rachel looked as professional as ever.

"Hello sweetheart, let's go get a coffee and talk." The southerner held out his arm and they walked to the local cafe together.

Once placed in the corner, warm drinks in hands JJ spoke.

"Emma Ternon was, as far as we can tell, pushed out of a window into the plaza."

He watched her eyes go wide, shock flitting over her features before she pulled herself back into her normal guise.

"We found a note saying you were meeting her there, why?" Green eyes bored into her soul and she shivered.

"She called me this morning, she sounded like her life was in danger. She had some sensitive information for me." Suddenly she stopped looking confused and looked excited. "Do you realize that if she was killed because of the information she had, this story really could be HUGE!"

That excitement wilted under his harsh emerald gaze and she squeaked out a sorry, eyes shifting from one place to another.

"Rachel, you should know you can't fool me."

She ducked her head before smiling slightly at him.

"Okay. Emma worked for Glamm Modelling, which was actually a cover for an escort company. Emma acted as my informant because it gave her access to all cities high rollers. She got me a lot of information and then said she had the biggest scoop of my career." Rachel frowned here biting her lip. "She already gave me her phonebook with her clients in it so I don't know what it was."

JJ let out a deep breath through his nose before he smiled at her.

"Thanks Rachel." He dropped his card on the table. "This could get a bit dicey, call me if you need anything."


When David picked him up he gave into his earlier impulse and moulded their lips together. It was simple and sweet but perfect, for them at least.

"What was that for?"

"Because I wanted to." David gave a goofy grin before claiming another kiss, this one a little deeper and less innocent.

The elder started driving, eyes on the road but feeling his lover's eyes tracing every line of his skin.

After several long moments the red-head told his partner what he'd learned, sinking back into the seat.

As was normal they went straight to the lab only to go back out, looking for Rozalina Davidov.

The woman was the perfect picture of sadness, but that of someone who'd had their favourite shirt ruined.

"Emma was the golden egg of this company, always in demand... She'll be hard to replace." Here she let out a heaving sigh. "But I'm not surprised she's dead. She was a successful model and was always going out to all the high-end parties. She just loved flirting with the rich and powerful of this city and it often got her into trouble."

They both watched as her face morphed into a smirk. "If you ask me, one of them finally got sick of her little games and killed her."

"And here I thought call girls were suppose to flirt." Jones smiled at her sharply and her pretty face pulled down into a frown.

"I run a modelling agency." Rozalina snapped.

"No you don't, that's a cover so your clients don't get caught. Nicely done by the way. But what we want is who she was with recently."

The blond woman turned to stone at that before the elder detective continued.

"What's wrong? We're you jealous. Young, beautiful and all the men wanting her. Is that why you hate her?"

They watched as shock and anger flited over her face at him seeing right through her facade before she let out a vicious laugh.

"What did Emma have that I don't?! I've still got my beauty, Emma's got nothing."

Here she pouted at him, looking up through her lashes. Trying seduce him.

"Don't you think I'm still beautiful, Jones? Wouldn't you like to take me out to dinner? I know a great sushi restaurant... Nothing can match a woman's touch." She smirked, eyes sliding over to the solider.

"Your right." Jones agreed a smug smirk on his face. "I've got something better."

They watched as she blanched before glaring harshly as they left.

When they got outside David found himself dragged into a side alley, pushed against the wall. JJ was moulded against him as they kissed, tongue sliding into his mouth, massaging him as he moaned.

When the younger pulled back their faces were flushed, lips red and shiny, a string of saliva connecting them.

David darted forward, crushing their lips together, gripping onto the leather of his lover's jacket. In turn arms circled his waist, keeping them flush as they kissed, delving deeper and deeper until they ran out of breath.

"What was that for?" David gasped, breathing harshly before he licked his lips.

"Being incredible Doll, as always." He breathed, placing a single loving kiss on the others mouth before they pulled themselves together, getting back to work.


When they reached Grimsborough PD they found one of Emma's 'employers' Richard Dobbs who was a plastic surgeon and a Grade A asshole but at least pointed them in the direction of the casino.

Greene Casino was as busy and high class as last time, the manager leading them to the right table without delay.

Once there they found the torn picture and a diamond ring. JJ pieced together the photo, finding their victim.

"That's my photograph! Put it down you rotten thief or I will cast a voodoo spell on you!"

Hearing the shouts they turned to see a withered old woman with high permed hair.

"This photo is of our victim." Jones spoke and the woman cackled in glee.

"Emma is dead?! Bless the skies, my voodoo spell worked! Now that I've killed her I'll be lucky again." She rubbed her hands together, giggling maniacally.

"More like hoodoo, but why?" JJ spoke.

"The tramp was bad luck, every night she was here I lost money. So I took her photo and used it for my voodoo spell. You boys can have it. Now how about a kiss for good luck."

Both men refrained from rolling their eyes before the elder continued.

"Do you remember anything else about last night?"

"Other than all the men dancing around her like flies to shit, one of them proposed to her, and got turned down." She cackled again.

"Thank you ma'am we'll be off." Both detectives had to hold off running as they exited the casino.

"I'd rather wrestle Rix then deal with her again." JJ shuddered making David laugh.

They made their way back to the lab and sent the photo and diamond for analysis before going home. It was the first time in weeks he'd been on his own, he'd always had David with him but the man had actually gone home.

JJ shivered feeling like someone was watching him, the paranoia creeping in and wrapping around him. He ate and triple checked the house before finally turning in.

He slept in fits and bouts, getting maybe five hours along the way before going for a run with Dorian and then started watching some of the TV he'd missed, Game of Thrones mainly.

It wasn't until he reached the department and met David that he felt comfortable in his skin again, that he was breathing easy again.

Their first trip was to the morgue where they found out that the killer gave their victim a last kiss before shoving her ou the window so they now knew that the killer ate sushi and wore lip balm.

Then they went up to see Grace.

"Morning Angel."

"Morning JJ, David, I've got a few things for you." She grinned at them. "One your journalist friend Rachel dropped by and gave us a necklace which has anti-ageing cream, something the victim didn't wear. The forensics team collect a sample of blood from it. Of course the victim's blood was on the glass but so was the killers. From it I can tell you they're 52."

They grinned at her, kissing her cheeks before taking the trek up to Alex who looked like the cat that got the cream.

"Alright Sylvester, spit it out."

"I got tons for you and I know who your killer is. Roger Dence, Richard Dobbs business partner and fellow plastic surgeon. He's the one in the photo fighting with your victim. But I got this from the dictaphone." He turned around, pressing play on the computer.

"Kkrrrr... I'm... gonna kill you, Emma!.. pschhhkkrrrrr... I swear I'll f**king kill you!... !" The end was cut off with the sound of glass shattering and a scream.

"It matches a recording from his office voicemail." Alex grinned and JJ ruffled his hair as Jones sent Ramirez to grab Roger.


Roger Dence was a handsome man with black hair, tanned skin and bright green eyes.

"Sorry to keep you waiting handsome. Thank you for coming." The southern drawl was laced extra thick with charm and he was pleased to see the moron preen. It was only JJ in the room, a brilliant smile on his wine red lips. He wasn't above using his looks in interrogation.

"Not a problem Detective." Dence smiled, trying to out charm a southerner, big mistake.

JJ glanced down at the folder in his hand, a perfectly constructed look of surprise passing over his face before he looked at the surgeon.

"52? Really?" From his place behind the glass David almost laughed at his lover, by God he was perfect at acting.

Roger laughed before commenting on a little cream going a long way. He also mentioned that sushi was a miracle food and maybe the red-head could join him one nigh before placing on lip balm. David did laugh then. The idiot had just given himself away and hadn't even realised it.

"Oh Roger, if you wanted that you shouldn't have killed Emma. Don't bother." JJ cut him off. "We matched the recording of her threatening her with your voicemail, we can take your blood and match it to what we have off the glass from the window." That infuriatingly gorgeous smirk lay on his lips, eyes dark and burning, ready for the kill. "You got sloppy, in fact you were from the start and that kiss was your biggest mistake, now we can detain you and make a DNA match. Confess, tell us why you did it an you might get a lighter sentence."

The killer almost coward under his captures gaze before bowing his head.

"Emma asked me to preform an operation, I told her she didn't need it but it went badly and she threatened to sue. I did what I had to."

JJ snarled in disgusted and called for Ramirez to take Dence to lock up and walked to the bathroom himself. David followed and saw his lover using a wet paper towel to wipe away the lipstick.

"Shame, I liked it one you." He chuckled, walking up to wrap his arms around the taller's waist, chin resting on his shoulder.

"Maybe I'll get dressed up for ya one day." His emerald eyes shined with mirth for a moment before her turned more serious. "Stay at mine tonight?" David blinked, surprised at how unsure the voice was and realised that the New Orleans native was letting himself be vulnerable.

"Sure, I'll swing by mine to grab a few things." Suddenly JJ's phone went off and they laughed, some invisible tension melting away as he answered. David waited as his partner spoke and then hung up.

"Rachel asked for some help finding something, here I had this made for you." The brunette took the key dumbly and barley registered the kiss pressed against his lips and JJ darting out of the room but when he did a wide grin spread across his face.