So there was a prompt that was calling me over at the SR kmeme, and it's got to have a home. This is closer to SR3 in terms of the timeline, and involves a visit to the police department.

Shaundi was getting good at this. The badge V had to walk around with was pretty damn legit, and even though Shaundi was getting mildly suspicious about her need to own a secretary's badge for the police station, she never did do more than roll her eyes or smile.

They were all well aware of the 'truce' they had going with the police department. Not all of them were aware of the trips she often made to supplement this truce, however.

She played with the tail of her braided wig as she checked the papers in her hand, and wandered closer and closer towards Troy's office. The only complication, aside from any from him, would come from his own personal secretary.

This outfit had been used before - black hair, fake glasses, dark pencil skirt - so she would be recognized. It wasn't a huge problem, since her false background was close to another secretary in a separate department, but there was always that chance that someone would call her on it, and Troy would be left with the mess that followed.

Hopefully, she mused as she grabbed some coffee, today will not be that lucky day.

She did have some interesting things to share about the rival dealers in the area, after all, so her intentions were mostly pure. …If she dug a while for them.

Linda, his secretary, looked up as she walked over, and V gave her a demure smile. "Morning. I know it's short notice, but is there any way that Chief Bradshaw is available? I have some information from a source that I think he needs to hear in person."

"And you are?"

"Bennet. Ms. Bennet."

Bullshit. All of it was bullshit, and she hoped it didn't show on her face.

She smiled back, but there was something almost secretive about it. V tried not to let the confusion show, but Linda shook her head and called him. "Chief Bradshaw, do you have a minute? A Ms. Bennett would like to speak to you about a source." She listened for a minute then nodded. "…Yes. I'll send her right in."

She went ahead, frowning at the secretary's amusement, and knocked on Troy's door before opening it. He was already pointing a glare in her direction when she made her way inside, and she feigned offense as the door closed behind her.

"That's fast, Chief. I haven't even had the chance to do anything yet."

"You're in my office at 11 AM on a Tuesday," he pointed out as she checked to make sure the shutters were closed. "You're doing something. Want to tell me what's going on, or…?"

Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked over to his desk,and placed the coffee down in front of him. "I'm getting to it. Impatient, much?"

Troy sighed, but did give her a smile once he took the cup. "Sorry. I think you know why I'd be a bit on edge here."

"Can't imagine why when your lovely liaison has an interesting bit of information for you," she said, taking a seat on the edge of the desk by him. "So I can claim that this is mostly business."

She waved the folder at him until he took it, and once he opened it up he gave it a quick once over. Then he gave it another. "Shit. This is something."

"See? I knew you'd want a look." She unbuttoned her blazer as he flipped through the files, and set it off to the side as she started to mess with her wig. "The crew I had working on that was pretty set on getting me info fast."

"Depending on how you framed that order, I don't find that hard to believe," he said, his eyes flicking over to her briefly.

V shook her hair out, the shorter length still manageable, and tossed the wig behind her. "I might've given them some incentive to do so."

She started to run her fingers over the buttons of her shirt, and she saw him swallow. "Don't tell me you've got an elaborate award system going now."

"No." She undid the first two. "But there is definitely room for advancement."

Her hands paused on the third, and he sighed as he set the folder down and moved the cup of coffee far away from them. The button popped open when his chair slid over, and she peered at him over her glasses when Troy touched her knees.

"What do you say, Chief?" she asked, placing her hands behind her on the desk. "I think I can spare you a point or two."

He pushed her legs apart enough for him to stand between them when he got up, and she wished he'd kept his hands on her. "That's generous of you."

His hat was sadly out of reach for the moment, so she started unbuttoning his coat instead. "I try to be a fair and balanced boss, when I'm not being fucking terrifying apparently. It's weird when recruits don't know whether to shake your hand or throw themselves down at your feet."

"Funny, you seemed to like it a few weeks ago."

He started undoing the rest of her shirt's buttons and she tilted her head up. The moments where he'd graze her stomach made a shiver run up her back, and she almost pouted when he didn't bother to help her finish removing it. "There's a difference. I think they're reaching now."

"You're the lady to impress," he said, shrugging out of his coat. He placed it on the back of his chair, and started to adjust his tie. "Why wouldn't they?"

This gave her the perfect opportunity to grab it. "I am, aren't I?"

He didn't even try to resist as she pulled him down. V wrapped the tie once around her hand, and held him close, giving him just enough slack to break the kiss if he wanted. He grinned as his mouth moved against hers, slowly easing it open, and she did her best to keep her breathing even. At least for now.

It was easy to forget when his tongue brushed against hers, however, and she wrapped her other arm around his neck. His hat fell off somewhere around this time, and as Troy pushed her back onto the desk she took in how warm his hands were as they traveled up her stockings. Her skirt was tugged up to gather around her waist, and she bit her lip hard as she tried not to make a sound.

He hooked her purple thong and pulled it down her legs inch by inch. It helped give his eyes ample time to look at her, and by the time it hit the ground she was almost ready to grab and shove him against the desk instead.

"Taking your sweet old time there?"

"I've got a meeting in twenty minutes, but there are some things that I don't like to rush," he told her, placing a kiss on the inside of her knee. "And honestly, I kind of want to tell them to fuck off."

He lifted her legs, and she felt another kiss further up. "Who?" she asked, her nails digging into the wood underneath her.

"Ultor suits."

He sucked on the skin on the inside of her thigh and she moaned. "Fuck them."

That drew a chuckle from him. "Yes, ma'am."

His mouth lightly touched her as her legs settled on his shoulders, and she couldn't help shifting under him due to how it tickled. Then his tongue ran over her, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

The whimper made its way out when he started circling her clit, and his fingers dug a little harder into her thighs. Quiet had never been her forte, a fact that she was reminded of when his tongue licked deep, making her gasp. He made a tutting motion with his hand in response, and she barely resisted the urge to kick him with her heels. It wouldn't have been easy, but she would've tried.

"Bastard," she muttered, biting back another moan when he slid a finger into her. "Awful, fucking bastard."

He didn't say anything, but she could hear him trying not to laugh, which felt interesting to say the least. She settled for flicking him in the ear and the disapproving look was worth it. Especially when his way of retaliating involved adding another finger and picking up the pace.

Her arms covered her face as her breathing grew harsh, and when Troy curved his fingers inside her just right, she kept her jaw clenched tight. This became almost painful as she got closer and closer, and when he hit the right amount of pressure she bit the inside of her cheek nearly hard enough to draw blood. He didn't slow down either, just kept on going as he drew out every stray motion and reaction left in her aching body.

When she was able to catch her breath and stare at the ceiling again, she felt him place a kiss on her hip.

"Okay, I think I might give you a point for that," she said, her voice uneven. "Just the one."

"What do I need for the second?"

She sat up on her elbows and brushed her hair out of her face. "You need to get those fucking pants off, for starters."

The playful glint in his eye betrayed his nonplussed expression. "That another order?"

"Get over here."

She lowered her legs and pulled him close again, kissing him as she tried to grope for his belt. Her hands caught it as he sucked on the skin under her jaw, and she moaned against the sting as he sucked harder. It took some effort, but the belt eventually joined everything else scattered on the floor.

"I want you to turn me around," she said, making eye contact as she pulled his shirt out of his pants, "and I want you to bend me over this desk. The fucking should be self-explanatory, eh, Officer?"

Troy gave an exasperated sigh. "Oh, don't start with that shit again."

"You know it gets you hard. Just a little," she teased, rubbing him through his pants. "Don't make me beg."

Her shit-eating grin disappeared when he took her by the arm and spun her around on the desk, giving her just enough time to steady herself with one hand. She wondered briefly if he was going to dig some cuffs out, and it made her legs grow weak as she heard him try to calm his own breathing.

His other hand moved up her leg and over her hip and she was so tightly wound again it hurt. He let go of her arm, and she heard a zipper drop as she stayed still. Then he kicked her feet apart, and she put both hands down in front of her.

Fingers teased at her first, running up and down as they grew slick, and she swore under her breath. Then they grew bolder and she tried to keep herself from rocking back against them. When they dipped inside she felt his breath on her neck, and V leaned back just enough to touch him.

He removed his hand – licking his fingers shortly after – and cupped her breast, lifting her bra up enough to touch the skin underneath it. The circles he traveled with his thumb made her chew on her lip as she felt him brush against her leg, and she let her hand drift back to find him. She only grazed the tip before he was bending her forward towards the desk, a warm palm on her lower back.

The drawer to her right opened, and out of the corner of her eye she caught the sight of a wrapper before it disappeared. Then she felt him start to press inside of her, and she immediately pushed her hips back to take him in. He groaned against her shoulder, and she kept up the pace, barely getting a breath in as he moved in and out of her.

The heels gave her enough height to angle her hips just so, and every time he hit that sweet spot she let him know.

Her control only carried her up until the point that his arm snaked down between her legs, and she let out a noise as he pressed down hard. Her arm curled around his in turn, rubbing in the same motions as he fucked her, and she leaned back to try to kiss him. He made the effort to return it as she moaned into his mouth, and hearing him moan back made everything in her tense.

He couldn't keep her entirely quiet as she came again, digging her nails into his wrist. He held her tight, however, clutching her to him as she mumbled incoherently and pressed a kiss to her lips.

His mouth then traveled to the dip in her neck, and he resumed a slower pace, thrusting as deep as he could go. It didn't take long for him to groan against her skin, his fingers digging into her hip, and she ground herself against him, listening for that familiar catch in his breathing.

Soon enough she heard it, his grip going almost hard enough to bruise, and she met him move for move, her hand still covering his.

Her legs wobbled when he came to a stop, her knees barely holding, and she grinned at the feeling washing over her. "…Might have to give you two and a half points for that."

Troy kissed her shoulder and chuckled. "You're too kind."

After leaning back again to give him one last kiss, they let each other go and didn't waste any time getting their clothes back on.

She tried not to wince when she saw just how wrinkled her skirt had become, and her shirt was just as bad. The blazer covered most of the evidence of that, but her little disguise was rumpled enough to ask questions about, and she wasn't going to give anyone a chance to do that.

Getting him back in order was a lot more fun, and she couldn't stop smiling as she fastened the last few buttons on his coat. "Kinda funny how we've been able to get away with this, eh? I mean, we've only done this a few times now, but I always wonder if someone's going to wander in while I'm on my knees, or we're testing your chair."

"Linda's been good about maintaining my privacy, but I'm trying not to think too hard about the people on the other side of the glass right now," he said, eying the blinds. "Just a bit close there."

"She seemed alright. Gave me kind of an odd look earlier, but it wasn't too weird."

"Whoa, wait. Odd?"

V shrugged as she tucked her hair back under her wig. "I got the impression that I amused her somehow, but that could mean anything. Doesn't mean that she knows I showed up with the intention of banging you." A smirk crossed her face. "Would be a hell of a guess, though."

"So much for business only," Troy replied, running a hand over his face. "Look, maybe it might be better just to limit this to my apartment. For simplicity's sake."

"Not feeling it, Chief?" she asked, aware that he was making a good point, but still disappointed by it.

He frowned and brushed some of the stray hair out of her face. "I'm feeling it. Probably too much to be wise, though."

She wanted to say something, but decided not to push it. "No, I get it. If there's anyone I'd rather not have see me naked it's your commish, and he's one sour bastard. Surprise inspections picking up?"

"How'd you guess? He's pissed that we're not taking the increase in drug circulation seriously. If he'd even taken a look at the reports he would know we're handling it, but there's no point in arguing. I can wrap it up in a day or two with what you've brought, and then he'll move onto the next big problem."

"How local crime has become commercialized?" she guessed, raising her eyebrows.

"Something like that. He comes back to that at least once a week, so why wouldn't it be today?"

"Fun, fun. Think I'll leave you to that then. Pierce's probably having a heart attack as we speak, because I actually think I might've had a meeting too." V thought it over for a second and laughed. "Shit, I think it was with Ultor. Go figure."

"It's just not their day." Troy looked her over, and the corner of his mouth curved up. "How about I take you out later? You can throw something like that getup back on and we can catch a movie."

"Like this?" She raised an eyebrow. "Never knew you were a fan."

"That's because the desk's doing its fucking job. Can't exactly talk my way around you if I've already got a hard on going and you notice, right?"

"Nope. I think I'd have to step in on principle." She glanced away, giddy from the high still, and gave him a small smile. "Sure. Call me later?"

"As soon as things clear up," he said, leaning forward to kiss her. He broke it off before it could get heated again, but traced a finger along her jaw as he turned away. "Careful with Linda. I'd walk fast if I were you."

V winked at him and cracked open the door. "Already on it."