Timmy was currently contemplating his fate, sleeping with her is one thing and sleeping with her while she was drunk is a really different ball game.
"What it's gonna be this time? Punches, kicks or her discarded baseball bat?" Timmy knew a severe injury might just wait for him, currently he was searching for an opening , a slight chance and he would sneak out of his grasp like what Leo Messi does in Barcelona for a living. Suddenly he felt more pressure on his torso, Vicki won't let go of her new-found teddy bear. She mumbled in sleep,"Ricky, don't go. I love you." And grabbed Timmy more tightly.

Timmy was now wide awake , seeing the sleeping beauty kept his mind away from negative thoughts.
"Surely she is in peace, but have I taken advantage of her? I could have pushed her off? Though she was strong I should've held my ground." Timmy was in two minds, he was having a hard time to cope up with the inflow of information.
"She has no feeling for me, she saw me as his substitute and that's all. There's nothing between us absolutely nothing." It was already morning and the birds were chirping jubilantly, the sleepy world was awakening itself to sped through another day.
Suddenly he felt a violent nudge on his back, "Twerp, what the hell are you doing in my bed? And why I'm naked, and you're also…" she trailed of, the realization hit her like a ton of speeding bricks.
"Don't tell me, don't fucking tell me that I did it with you?" her eyes were glaring, Timmy's face paled.
"Um..Vicki you were drunk and I was also not in my fullest …" She choked him and shook him violently, "Just because I forced you, that doesn't mean you had to comply? You fucker." She threw him off the bed, he landed with a big thud on the floor.

"Man, that hurt. Why she have to be like this? Nobody beats up their partner for pillow talk." suddenly he realised his mistake," I deserve this fair and square, I'm not her partner after all."

"Get out, get out or else..." Vicki ran towards her kitchen while clad in the bedsheet, to his dismay she looked cute, damn cute. Still running for his life was his prime task now. He managed to salvage his clothes from the floor and went out without a protest."Now she'll hate me for an eternity."

(In her mind)

"How can the twerp do something like that? He really has a death wish." Vicki was fuming from the fact that Timmy has taken advantage of her being intoxicated.
"Just wait, I'll call some of my contacts and make sure he is beaten to a coma." She was going for her smart phone, suddenly it came back to her mind, "Nah, I'll let the twerp live, I know his resemblance with Ricky was the trigger and he is such a chicken to stand up against me. Though it felt good, maybe I needed that little booster." Vicki reasoned in her mind, "But I'll make him suffer even more in other ways." She smiled sadistically.

(On the way )

"Oi, Timmy, Good morning. What happened?You look wasted." The sharp feminine voice hooked Timmy out of his thoughts. It was Heather in a Jogging suit. Her curvy body was very prominent due to choice of her clothing and her posture.
"Morning, Heather; Nothing just some night duty stuff."Timmy lied.
"No worries, if it's girl trouble you can share it with me."Heather looked a bit inquisitive.
"Nothing of that sort, It's only a petty stakeout." Timmy tried his best.
"So you need to use feminine body sprays for stakeouts?" Heather said rather teasingly.
Timmy knew that he was busted; Vicki generally uses a vast amount of body spray. "Heather, I'm awfully tired, so if you don't mind?" Timmy almost pleaded.
"No problems, senior; but if you are in search of some amour then you know where to find me." She jogged off while shaking her butt in a sexually arousing way.

"What a day." Timmy sighed, the morning didn't showed him any good signs.

(In the office)

Vicki had already come in. Timmy was yet to come.
"Focus, mind. Focus. Forget that stuff, we need to catch the killer." She reprimanded her mind when it wandered off to the events of yesterday night.
"So, Brian Gallo was helped in the murder of Monica, the phone records of Brian also verified that he was phoned from that payphone just like Veronica. But how Monica was killed and who killed Brian and Veronica? Did Veronica's dying message meant something?" these questions pondered on her mind.
"I'll again go through the belongings of Monica."

Timmy knew that there'll be severe repercussions and he was reading himself for another phase of pure pain and agony. He was fairly surprised to see Vicki's desk empty.
"She has come for sure, Her ipod is over the desk so clearly she has arrived." Timmy sighed and sat on his desk and lingered through the files, suddenly he remembered the little show Heather in the morning. "Man she is hotter than Vicki, probably I'll pay her a visit when I visit that wretched mall, thanks to that idiot valley girl…wait a second." something very important crossed his mind. "Veronica grabbed the lion's logo in my shirt. That's surely her dying message, now I've seen a lion somewhere, somewhere, but why the hell I can't remember?" Timmy was frustrated.

Vicki was searching through Monica's diary, she was hopeful to stumble upon a clue, but much to her dismay, till now her search bore no tangible fruit.
"Nothing useful, only financial transactions wait what the hell is this? "Vicki was dumbstruck.
This entry wasn't like the other entries, it read,
"Cost of the props + 1 bottle of haemoglobin: $50." Vicki almost snatched the post-mortem report of Monica, "Yup, there were traces of raw haemoglobin found in her body. This was so simple, why I couldn't think of it early?" Vicki groaned in frustration.
"But Ricky should notice this, why he didn't…." suddenly it snapped in her head. She hurried over to Ricky's drawer and pulled out his secret diary, which he maintained till his death; even she wasn't allowed to touch it. She opened it(she knew the combinations,it was her date of birth), the writing was fresh but the words didn't make any sense, Vicki smiled "Smarty-pants." She took it to the wash-room and opened it in front of a mirror.

"The haemoglobin on her cloths make no sense, the only conclusion that I can draw is, that she already played dead while putting haemoglobin in her cloths. Probably to prank the pizza guy but the prop pistol lying in front of her was changed by a real pistol and when the pizza guy and the watch man broke in this spectacle bewildered the watchman. The pizza guy made him to inform the police; meanwhile he shot Monica using the pistol and disposed of his gloves by throwing them in the burning fireplace. Now I desperately need to get that pizza guy but he is missing, probably hiding or worse already killed. Now to pull this off, he needs an accomplice, someone who can convince Monica to prank the pizza guy in this way, probably the girl in the hoody whom Clyne saw spying on the room from the rooftop opposite to Monica's apartment while I was busy investigating. Probably Clyne's contact can help in this regard, she boasts herself as the modern era Sherlock Holmes."

Rickiy's note ended there, Vicki was bewildered. "That person set up Clyne to lure in Ricky and then killing him and lastly killing Clyne to cover it up. Scoundrels."
"Now, this modern day Sherlock Holmes, Clyne's contact has to be sniffed out. They hold the key to solve this mystery." Vicki got up from the chair.

"Umm….Vicki, a case has happened." Timmy walked in.

(The fetishist)

"Apparently a young woman by the name Dona Tina has fallen from a building to her death." Timmy briefed Vicki.
"So we are asked to decide whether it's a suicide or foul play." Vicki sneered.
Upon reaching the crime scene the duo went up to the dead body. "Detective Valentine, Detective Turner, nice to meet you. The victim Dona Tina has fallen from the rooftop of this building of "Hexagon group." Under mysterious circumstances, there was no eye witness. " the young policeman briefed the detective duo.

"Anybody could have pushed her and then gotten out of the premises, it doesn't even have security in the main door." Timmy asserted.
"Hey, officer, who handles the keys of that rooftop?" Vicki asked the police officer ignoring Timmy.
"That rooftop is only for the use of the employees, even she was one of the employees." The officer asserted.
Vicki strode towards, to the body, it was fine curvy woman's body. The death was due to severe head injury and blood loss, her face has been bloodied and wrecked. Suddenly something caught Vicki's attention, "Hey what's there?" she pointed towards the bag lying around the body.
"Vicki, there's a wig and two new leather boots and a bra." Timmy replied after checking through the things. He had already worn his gloves, he knew the standard procedure.
"What's in the fist?" Vicki forced open the clenched right fist of the dead body , it had a button.

"Twerp, we need to pay a visit to the employees." Vicki smiled sadistically.
The duo went in for the elevator to reach the main office of the Company in the fifth floor.

"Twerp, you're not allowed in the elevator. Take the stairs." Vicki ordered sternly.
Timmy had to oblige like a obedient boy, he didn't want to cross the almost pissed Vicki.
For the current case Timmy knew the culprit surely will miss one of their shirt buttons. If Culprit's fingerprint is found on it there will be no scope of denying.

Timmy reached the fifth floor, exhausted while Vicki was already there waiting for him.
The duo entered the office, the employees were sitting around a round table and discussing about the mysterious demise of their young and curvy colleague.

Vicki kicked open the door to see the whole scenario and then announced, "Your Colleague was murdered; the murderer left a button on the crime scene."

Suddenly an elderly man checked his shirt collar Vicki strode to him, "You seem to miss a button of your shirt, man you're a clumsy criminal." Vicki sneered.

"What the fuck you are talking about lady? Who the fuck are you?" the man screamed at the top of his lungs. Suddenly Vicki took the flower vase in her hand and poured all the water in it on the mans back. The man was drenched and under his drenched shirt a frilly strapless bra was spotted.

"She was your dominatrix while you were a cross dressing fetishist. She started blackmailing you so you pushed her from the rooftop." Vicki coldly stated.

One of the employees screamed, "The manager came little late in the meeting, just after he came we heard the commotion that somebody fell down."

The manager was on his knees, "I didn't intend to kill her, I just pushed her due to my was my SM partner, but currently she was mulching me."
Timmy handcuffed the man and then asked, "How did you know that he was a cross dresser?"
"Very easy, she had big hair so the wig would have been unnecessary to her and the leather boots were two size higher. So they were intended for someone else." Vicki sneered cheekily.

The case was solved within thirty minutes, the detectives were driving back to their head quarters, suddenly Vicki stated, "Don't beat yourself up, this is your first mistake so I forgave you, next time, I won't be so merciful. "she bared her shark teeth to intimidate him.

It worked, "I'm sorry. The next time it won't happen. I'll control myself." Timmy apologized with sincerity

"So you're saying that you were out of control yesterday and took advantage of me?" Vicki smirked.

Timmy sighed,

"BTW twerp, you are quite huge. I had a great time so thank you for that, but …" she smiled evilly at him , he flinched.
"You look too cute when you are afraid, twerp." Vicki smiled with a wink.