« What?! » Cooper grumbled on the phone, irritated that someone was calling him just as he was licking his way down on Amy's belly. That was really not the time.

« Sorry to bother you, boss but we have a problem. »

« What kind of problem, Jones? You always have a problem. »

« A real problem, Coop. You know I changed shifts with Bobby, you know his wife is busting his balls since he got the new kid not to do nights.. » He started, before Cooper cut him. « So I'm the one in charge of Raydor tonight. »

« What? » the lieutenant asked, suddenly worried. « There's a problem with her? »

« Well, I don't really know, you know. She doesn't strike me like the type of gal going around fucking random guys. »

« What the hell are you talking about Jones? Of course she doesn't fuck around. What's the matter with you?! » Cooper was losing his patience. Jones was really really not the brightest tool in the box.

« When she left the station, she didn't go home. I followed her here to a random house and there's a guy inside and I'm not sure what she...Hum... I think, maybe, the guy is raping her. "

« What?! » he got out of bed and went directly to his bathroom, not wanting to say too much in front of Amy. It was bad enough that Pope asked them to put Raydor under surveillance without her knowledge… « What do you mean someone is raping? »

« Listen to that. » He put his phone against his surveillance equipment. « Please, oh my god, please stop, I can't, oh god. » Her voice was barely recognizable. It was huskier, breathier.

« Mhh. » He said, wondering how to break the news to his fellow officer that she wasn't in any danger but needing to make absolutely sure at the same time. « Do you have a visual? » He couldn't believe he asked that.

« I think they're on the other side of the house. I don't see anything from here. I tapped her phone when she came into the house, just to make sure. »

« You did what?! » Breath in, breathe out. Ok the Moron decided to listen to the captain's phone just because he wanted to. He couldn't believe what he was about to ask. « Turn on your camera and go check the other side of the house. »

« But the camera is heavy, boss. » Jones complained while getting out of the van.

« Your phone camera, you idiot! I want to see what's going on. » Oh he had a pretty good idea of what was going on and he really hoped they wouldn't see too much or at least she'll be finished when they do.

« Oh.. ok. Hi Coop. » the policeman said, with a close on his right nostril.

« Your back camera, Jones… » He said, knowing that insulting him one more time would not help their case. He saw grass, at least what he guessed was being grass. It was dark outside and poorly lit.

« Oh shit. » He could only see his subordinated feet and wondered with dread if he had poorly assessed the situation. « He has her tied up on the table, what do we do?! » He asked, fear in his voice. « The window is open though, I could go inside. »

« Show me! » The phone moved and suddenly appeared on his screen one of the most erotic scenes he had ever seen. Through the blinds, he could see the shadow of a woman lying on a table. She was beautiful, her small figure magnified by the contrasts. He could see her erect nipple, her concave belly and her long hair falling from the table. Her back was arched, her lips parted and her long legs were resting on the back of a chair. At her feet, sitting on the chair was a man, tall, wide shoulders, bending between her opened thighs.

« Oh my god, Oh My God, OH MY GOOOODD, Yes, YES, YEEEESS, Oh god YES! » He heard through the phone, her screams so loud it made the phone crack . He saw a second later the woman's body spasm, her abdomen quivering, her hands gripping the side of the table, her legs shifting around her lover's head and shoulders. He could see each spasm of her orgasm go through her. The man got up, caressing her face, kissing her nose, her mouth, one of his hands still between her legs, letting her go down slowly « You're ok, Baby? » He knew that man's voice… Before getting confirmation when the woman said: « Andy, come here… »

« Oh shit, oh shit oh shit. » He thought. « Jones, get the hell out of there. »

« But boss, I think she needs assistance. » Said the other man, worry in his voice.

« Trust me, she's getting it and she's getting it good. Leave the fuck out of there and never mention it to anyone. » After they hung up, he looked at his phone still flabbergasted from what he just witnessed. How was he going to face her tomorrow? And Flynn? Worse, what was he going to say to Pope to make him cancel her surveillance. Oh fuck fuck fuck.