It was a routine interview. It wasn't supposed to be personal.

Sure, I was new to my role as a Detective with the Santa Ivo Police Department, but I was very familiar with how to work a case. I knew what angle to run with each interview. I knew how to play good cop - bad cop. This was different, however.

Poe Cameron was seated in an old, rusted chair, wrists cuffed to the cold metal table before him. His ashen hair fell in waves over his eyes as he bent his head over his hands. From where I stood I had a clear view of his relaxed form through the once sided mirror that separated us. My brow furrowed and I pressed my hands against the bottom ledge as I leaned closer to my window into the interrogation room. The clock hanging on the wall ticked quietly behind me, mocking me with each moment that I remained on the wrong side of the glass.

The Santa Ivo Police had picked him up earlier today after we issued a warrant for his arrest. The officers involved with his arrest informed me that he didn't argue or fight back. Instead, Poe held his head up high and marched himself into the back of the squad car with a smile on his face. I hadn't expected to hear that he had also asked about how I was doing. Apparently, he hadn't spoken to the two officers past that.

My breath fogged the glass as I let go of a breath that I hadn't realized I had been holding. I stared at Poe as he sat still and silent.

"You gonna go in and talk to him, or just stand there?" Malus asked me. I looked up from the window to see him standing in the doorway of the observation room. I hadn't realized he was in the room with me. Had I not spent so many years with the Academy, I probably would have jumped.

Detective Edward Malus had been my partner at the SIP for the past decade. His knack for slipping in and out of places undetected made him a valuable asset for our team. There wasn't anyone else that I trusted to get the job done with minimal damage. I, on the other hand, liked to make my presence known. After we received the call from dispatch about the robbery at Miller Tower I was the first one on the scene. I was also the first one to reach out to our witnesses. Even though this was my largest case so far, I was confident with every step I made. Up until now, that is. It wasn't like me to hesitate on an interrogation like this.

I glanced back to my window as Poe Cameron shifted in his seat. In a flash his hair moved and I could see Poe glance at the one sided mirror. Deep blue eyes seemed to bore into mine for a moment before Poe shifted once more, dropping his hair back into place, and hiding his eyes from my view. I could feel Malus' gaze on the back of my head. I had been silent for too long and Malus was smart. Probably too smart for his own good. Through the years we spent working together Malus learned my cues for when I was distracted. He could tell that something was bothering me about this case, something that hadn't bothered me before Poe Cameron got involved.

I heard Malus walk to the center of the room and sit down at the old computer desk, waiting for my response.

The large computer screen was old but it still worked to display the two camera views within the interrogation room. I couldn't see the screen but I knew what it showed; Poe chained down with a small smile on his face. It was so faint it almost looked like a smirk, but I had seen that face enough to know that Poe was in a good mood. He knows that I'm watching him and he's happy. The thought sent a jolt of excitement through me.

"I wanted to wait to hear back from Agent Burke," I murmured and turned back towards my window. That wasn't true, I called Burke last night, as soon as we issued the warrant. She told me she was busy tracking down her own leads on a 'billion dollar mastermind' as she called it. I didn't really care about her investigation, I wasn't going after billionaires, anyways.

"Hm," Malus hummed, "and why is this interrogation pertinent to Agent Burke's investigation?" It's not, and he knows it. Malus wants to know what my deal is with Poe. The clock ticked behind me as I stood with my back towards Malus. Poe's smile widened slightly. Malus was quiet for a moment more before he spoke, "What it is that you're after here?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Cut the crap Bahmani," Malus stood from the chair, knocking it back, "you've got something going on. I thought last week it was just a fluke - maybe an off day - but now? This isn't about Raynes anymore. Hell - I'm not even sure this is about the robbery anymore." I could hear the anger in his voice. He was right to be angry, it wasn't like me to stall so much.

I knew what this was about. This was about the young man who sat on the other side of the glass.

Two months ago, I was the one in Malus' shoes. I took on the role of lead Detective on the investigation of the Miller Tower Robbery. It was the biggest case that I had seen in over a decade and after a few weeks of sleepless nights at the office I was beginning to let the stress get to me. I snapped at nearly everyone, but I was focused. I knew this was about finding the robbers involved with this crime.

That changed when Malus suggested we take a night out to decompress after a particularly rough week of digging up the few resources we had at our disposal. We ditched our badges and enjoyed a few drinks together at a local dive bar.

Pretty soon we were mingling with complete strangers. I was pulled onto the dance floor with a martini in hand. That's when I was introduced to a tall man with ashen hair. He didn't introduce himself and neither did I, instead striking up a conversation about what I was drinking. That night I was blissfully robbed of my innocence, several times over. I woke up the next morning with the sun and left before the man could realize I had even woken up. No matter how much I wanted to repeat that night, I had a job to do. My job was more important than a one night stand.

"Just give me a moment - I need to get my head in the game." I said, turning around to face Malus again. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

The week following our night out, Malus and I had a scheduled interview with Poe Cameron, Memphis Raynes' half brother. Raynes had seemingly gone off the grid following the Miller Tower Robbery and we had D.N.A. evidence linking him to the scene of the crime. At the time, Raynes was our number one suspect and his brother was the only connection we had to track him down. I wasn't expecting to walk into the interrogation room and see the same man I had slept with the week prior. I tried to block out my memories and remain focused. Poe was nothing more than a stepping stone in finding a suspect in a high profile robbery case. He had to be.

I was rough, meaner than I should have been in that first interrogation of Poe. I let my emotions get the better of me. But the more I sat opposite him in the interrogation room, the more my mind flashed back to the euphoric encounter I had with him not even a week prior. It riled me in the best ways to see Poe get angry. I had Malus perform the D.N.A. test on Poe. I didn't think I would be able to remain focused if I got any closer to him.

After we finished the interrogation Malus told me to go home and get some rest, probably thinking I needed a break from my stress. Instead, I locked myself in the office bathroom and masturbated until I came, muffling my scream with my hand.

"Yeah, you've got that right," Malus scoffed, "You've got ten minutes, I have to contact our Ivy Lane girl about that report. Get it together, we're on a deadline." I could hear the frustration in his voice as he left the observation room, slamming the door behind him.

I stood for a moment looking through the glass at the man that had been both my personal heaven and hell. What was it that I was after?

Poe Cameron had consumed my every waking thought. He was like a song that was stuck in my head. The only way to get rid of it is to sing the song out loud. I ran a hand through my hair, sighing as I tried to clear my head once more. I needed to get Poe Cameron out of my head once and for all. Poe Cameron looked up from his seat at the table, fisted his hands together and gave me a crooked smile. "Are you going to keep me waiting?" His voice was rough as my heart skipped a beat.

The silence returned for a moment before I made up my mind on how to handle the situation. I slipped behind the large oak desk and flipped through the various programs on the computer. I found the one that controlled the cameras in the interrogation room, turning them both off. This was breaking protocol. I could be fired for my actions, but I knew this was necessary. We were never going to find the real suspects in this case if I couldn't get my head straight. My chest pounded as I slipped out of the observation room and down the hall. Thankfully, the hallway was empty. I stood in front of the door to the interrogation room and paused. I was doing what was necessary, right? I took a deep breath and opened the door.


"Miss me, Sugar?" The door slammed behind me, jolting me from the shock of hearing him so close once more. Poe Cameron raised an eyebrow quizzically at me.

"You can't keep looking at me like that." I ignored his question. I moved so that I was in the center of the room, keeping the metal table between us.

"And how's that?" He drawled, smirking at me.

"You know why I'm here right?" I said, "God, you almost look happy to be here. I have a job to do, one that I can't do if you keep looking at me with that stupid smirk."

"Sure, but you're not here to do your job, are you." It wasn't a question. His smile dazzled me and I didn't quite know how to respond to his statement. Poe noticed my pause and added, "The lights on those cameras," he gestured towards one of the black boxes in the corner of the room, "turned red when you stopped the footage."

"You're right, but I-I-I still can't have you distracting me." I stuttered out.

"Well you don't get something for nothing, Sugar." He nodded towards his cuffed hands.

I scoffed, "If you're thinking I'm going to let you go then you're more stupid than I thought. And stop calling me that." I could feel my face heat up at the use of the pet name I was so familiar with.

"Well, Detective, you certainly didn't mind it when you were pinned down in my bed," he smirked and chuckled lightly at my flushed face, "Don't worry, Sugar, I'm not going anywhere in a building full of cops. I just want to stretch around a bit, a small price to pay, really. You take these cuffs off and I'll quit distracting you." He raised his eyebrows, coaxing me to consider his offer. I dug my hand into my vest pocket and fished out a set of silver keys. Oh Poe was going to quit distracting me alright, and I was more than happy to free him of his cuffs for the time being. His hands would be more useful elsewhere. I took a step closer to the table where Poe Cameron sat. Feeling bold, I used a hand to brace myself as I bent over the table, so my face was inches above his. Holding the keys out in front of Poe's face, I shook them lightly.

"Oh I don't know, I think I like you better all tied up." I said with a smile. I should have anticipated Poe to retaliate, but I was surprised when he took the chance to rise from his seat and lean in towards my ear. His face pressed against mine. I could feel the stubble rub against my cheek and his hot breath against my ear as he spoke.

"Sugar," Poe drawled in that sweet deep voice that sent shivers down my spine, "You gonna help me out?" It was spoken softly and my breath hitched at his words.

"Sit back," I spoke harshly, " You have ten minutes." I didn't want to get too ahead of myself. Poe sat back with a smile on his face as I used the keys to release the cuffs around his wrists. He rubbed his wrists and stood. The door was unlocked, his hands were free, and I wasn't making any moves to block a potential exit. I knew I had piqued his interest with my actions. He wasn't going anywhere. Instead Poe Cameron stood and stretched his legs before walking around the metal table. He opted to sit on top of the table, right next to where I stood.

"Now tell me about this distraction, Detective," he sat back. My face flushed at our sudden closeness.

"As if you don't already know what I'm talking about." I scoffed.

"Oh trust me, detective," He spoke, "I do. I just want to hear it coming from you." He reached out, grabbing my chin with his hand and forcing me to look at him. I gasped suddenly at the contact as he continued, "I want to watch your lips as you tell me exactly what it is that I do to distract you," I heard myself moan at his words.

I pulled my head back, trying to free myself from his grasp but his grip was firm. Instead, I kept my face in the same cool mask as I spoke, "I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of answering your question."

"Come on, Sugar. In a few minutes you're going to tie me back up and leave this room and when you come back you'll get to ask me all the questions in the world. The least you could do is answer one little question for me." Poe moved his hand to the back of my neck.

"I - I - ah!" I cried out as he gripped the back of my neck with force, holding me tightly in place. Not that I minded and I could feel my body melt into his touch. Poe used his other hand to glide up my leg, resting firmly on my hip as his fingers played with the hem of my pants. I felt powerless under his touch and my knees weakened at the thought. My brain fought for rational thought. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be doing this. But I couldn't force myself away from his touch. I snapped out of my thoughts when Poe swiped his tongue across my bottom lip. I gasped, but his boldness didn't surprise me.

Poe used this as an opportunity to gain access to my mouth, mapping out every inch. His hands grabbed at my shirt, untucking it from my pants and discarding it from my body. I shivered as his cold hands, but only responded by fisting my hands further into his silky hair. My knees gave out and I fell straight into Poe, who hauled me up by my ass onto the table with him until my legs were straddling his. His hands never left my ass, massaging, gripping, and pulling me into him. I responded in fervor, teeth latching onto his bottom lip and sucking and pulling at his thin shirt that separated us.

(AN: Due to the policy and guidelines set forth by FanFiction, explicit content is not permitted on this platform. Please feel free to use your imagination, or search for this same story on A03 in about a week's time or whenever I get around to posting it there as well. Apologies for the inconvenience.)

I panted for a moment, coming down from my intense high. After I had collected myself I sat up and slid off of the table. Looking towards the clock, I swore quietly and hastily redressed. Noticing my sudden change, Poe began to fix himself as well. I looked at the table for a moment, noticing the light outline my skin had made. I hoped Malus wouldn't notice. I plucked the cuffs off the floor where they had fallen and fished the key out of my pocket.

"Times up, lover boy." I said, motioning to the clock on the wall. Poe sat back down in the metal chair and presented his hands as I cuffed him to the table. His bulge still shown through his jeans. "And to answer your question," I leaned forward, threading a hand through his messy locks once more. I shoved my mouth on his, tasting myself on his lips. As I released him I added, "That, Poe Cameron, is how you distract me." I dropped my hand from his head and walked out of the interrogation room.


Reentering the observation room I sat down at the computer, entered the password, and flipped the video and audio in the neighboring room. I didn't bother sparing a second glance through the two-way mirror back at Poe. Physically, I had already gotten what I needed from Poe. However, I still had a job to do. I heard the door click behind me as someone entered behind me. Malus, no doubt. He breathed out a sigh as he noticed me at the computer. "Welcome back," I said, not taking my eyes away from our suspect on the screen, "you ready to go?"

I heard Malus chuckle behind me, "You're not the one who should be asking that question"

"I'm good, Malus," I brushed off the concern in his voice, "let's go. We've wasted enough time as it is."

Malus held the door open for me as we exited. As I brushed past him, his hand grabbed my arm and stopped me, "Are you feeling any better?" He was questioning my commitment to this case. Regardless of his personal feelings for me, Malus was more interested in catching the right guy than my petty distractions. I was suddenly very thankful for my choice in release earlier.

I shook off the arm that stopped me before replying. "Much." Malus didn't say anything, but followed me back into the interrogation room to properly interrogate our suspect. After all, it was a routine interview. It wasn't supposed to be personal.