Amy Santiago Blacked Ch 02

As soon as the words left her mouth, Amy felt her heart plummet into her stomach, the knots of guilt, shame, fear all wrapping around it and trapping it as she shook with nausea at what she had agreed to.

"See." Luke said grinning as if he had won the lottery, "That wasn't so hard was it."

Amy blanched, scrunching her nose up at his amusement. It didn't mean anything, if it would appease him and help him cooperate with her investigation then fine, she would play along.

"Right..." She said weakly before clearing her throat.

She looked behind herself and sunk back into the armchair and did her best to regain her composure and reset the situation. Yet despite her desire to regain control, she felt something else inside of her screaming to escape, to stop whatever was happening before it developed into something worse. Yet she looked up at Luke towering over her and gulped.

"So...as...as I was saying, if...if you do have any information ab...about the gang..." She squeaked.

"Oh Detective please." Luke snorted before moving to sit back down opposite her, "you can drop the act now, the cop routine, all the boring high horse morality bullshit, now you're here you can act properly." He said.

"I...it...it's not an act, this is who I am." She whined defensively, frowning.

"Uh-huh, okay, well we're gonna work on that." He said, tilting his head to inspect her.

She shivered at his gaze, watching his eyes rest on her chest and then her crotch and she crossed her legs doing her best to shift his attention as she clicked the pen and tapped the notepad now resting on her lap.

"Please...Mr. Jackson, uhh...Luke...please, I need your help." she insisted.

"Oh I can tell girl, I can tell." he said

Despite her newfound uncertain situation, Amy couldn't help but feel annoyed at the change in how he spoke to her, looked at her, and interacted with her. He was now condescending, rude even, normally she would never let anyone speak to her like that, but clearly this wasn't a normal situation. Desperate times called for desperate measures and Amy was willing to suffer the indignity silently if it got her results.

"Right...well...maybe we could start with your former cellmate then." Amy said, doing her best to stay on track, "perhaps you can tell me if he discussed anything with you during your time togeth-"

"What's your name again?" He asked loudly, interrupting her and earning a scowl as she simmered.

"Detective Santiago." Amy said quickly and cleared her throat. "As I was saying, did he-"

"No no forget that, what's your name, what can I call you." Luke clarified.

"You can call me Detective Santiago." She said with a strained smile.

"Nah nah nah." He replied lightly, shaking his head, "you ain't getting it, clearly you're smart as you've worked up the ladder and out of the blues, but if you're my woman then drop the cop act, in this apartment you're mine." he said.

The sudden shift in his tone caught her off guard as she sucked in her lips nervously, his voice a low rumble in her ears. She couldn't understand what was happening as she scooted to the edge of the seat and coughed.

"A...Amy..." She admitted and furrowed her brow at her compliance.

"See...that's a start, Amy...I like it...I like it much more than you trying to boss your man around and have him call you something that doesn't apply here." He said.

She frowned, an uneasy feeling growing inside of her at the terminology he was using, the labels he was applying to them both and his apathy towards her official title which she had worked so hard to obtain.

"I...I don't think that's appropriate." She said weakly.

"No? You prefer I call you something else? You wanna new name, Santiago?" He asked in a mocking tone.

"No." She said sternly, scowling once again at him.

He chuckled, and his dry laugh only added to her injury, her anger at being treated in such a manner simmering under the surface as she did her best to stay composed. She needed the information, she needed a lead, she needed to grit her teeth and bare with him until she could leave.

"Then until you're ready for some nicknames, I think we'll stick with Amy." He said, his tone of voice leaving no room for discussion.

Amy drew in a breath and sighed heavily, doing her best to expel her anger and remain calm, "fine, fine, I...fine you can call me Amy," she said.

"See, isn't it good when you do as you're told, when you're good for me." He said in a low seductive voice.

She swallowed hard, not understanding why his words seemed to have an effect on her, flustering her, she didn't want his praise, she didn't want his validation. She didn't. Did she?

"I...please...Luke...I've asked again and again, I've agreed to your request, you can call me by my first name, please, can you give me anything to take back and follow up to get results." She asked, desperation in her tone.

"Sure," he said casually, throwing his hands up.

Amy let out a sigh of relief, finally she would be able to proceed with her investigation and have something to show for her compromise, her breaking of her own rules and morality.

"Just as soon as you convince me you mean what you say." Luke said with a smirk.

"What?" She asked, caught off guard as confusion coloured her expression.

"I don't know if I believe you is all, you're so insistent on getting info, like a dog with a bone," He paused and narrowed his eyes and looked at her, "well not that that's a bad thing, good to know you're an obsessive bitch when you need to be." He said, his grin growing.

"Excuse me, I am not a bitch!" She snapped, reacting immediately, her emotions beginning to compromise her formal position.

"Ha! We'll see." Luke said, unbothered by her response, "But I like that, hot and flustered so easily, oh I'm gonna have fun with you." He mused.

"I...I...just...just want...information." she said in a small voice, looking away and down at the empty page of her notepad.

"You'll get it, soon as I know you mean to honour our deal." Luke said, regaining her attention. "Now, you want answers, then answer my questions, who are you?" he asked.

"I...I'm Detective Amy Santiago." She answered softly, confused.

At her reply Luke sighed and shook his head, she watched as he brought his thumb and finger up to the bridge of his nose and pinched it.

"No...no girl, oh you really are interesting, more work than I thought but I guess that makes it all the more fun." He said looking back up at her.

"I don't understand." Amy said, feeling once more like a schoolgirl failing to understand a question or obtain the highest grade for an exam.

She sat on the edge of the armchair, looking at him with a fixation she knew was dangerous to give the man, he was a criminal, he was clearly dangerous, and he was clearly toying with her, yet that innate quality in her to succeed, to pass every test, know the correct answer to every question, was trapping her in her newfound situation. She leaned forward, her notepad crumbling against her jacket as she waited for his explanation.

"Isn't it obvious?" He asked, once again his tone condescending, "you're my woman." he said simply.

Fear of failure paralysed her, yet beyond that a cold sense of dread as she realised he wanted her to state it, recite it, declare it as if it were true. Her throat turned dry as she let out a weak raspy sound of confusion. Confusion at the situation, the newfound title that he placed upon her that seemed to not quite fit right and her own emotional response to the label.

"Oh." She said, feeling small.

"So, want another go detective?" He asked, flashing his teeth in what Amy could only describe as a shit eating grin.

She wanted to say no, wanted to tell him where to go, or even to book him and make him go through holding, force him to sit in a cell for twenty four hours just to try and wipe the grin off of his face. Yet she knew that if she did she would never find out what he knew, and she would never be able to showcase to Captain Holt and the upper echelons of the NYPD her capability.

"Yes." She whispered, hating herself for her weakness, her need to prove herself to anyone and everyone.

"So needy." Luke teased, causing her to frown, "Alright then, Amy, what are you?" he asked, his gaze fixed on her.

"I..." Amy began, the barrier in her mind a long hurdle which she mentally jumped over "I'm your woman." She said in a flat, empty voice.

"Uh-huh...and what am I?" He asked, clearly enjoying this new game.

She looked at him, uncertain as to what purpose this game served apart from giving him a kick out of her submission

"You're my man." She said in a reserved manner

"Like you own it, come on I wanna hear you declare it like you're proud of it." Luke said loudly, "what are you?!"

"I'm your woman." Amy said loudly and quickly

"Who are you?" Luke repeated

"Your woman." Amy replied feeling funny about the situation

She blew her breath out uncertain as to why the declaration seemed to have affected her as she shook her head slightly. It didn't matter, it was just words, just another game she was forced to play

"So now that you're satisfied, may we continue, please?" She asked

"Sure." Luke said, "although you look a little flushed, would you like some water?" He asked

"Yes, yes please." Amy said accepting the offer

She remained seated while he stood, once again towering over her for a brief moment before stepping past her and disappearing. Suddenly alone Amy couldn't stop herself from looking around and taking in the various artefacts around the apartment to try and gleam more of an insight into Luke's life. She frowned at the poster on the opposite wall, unable to work out the meaning of the letters as she stared at them. The picture was a jumble of geometric shapes but along the bottom were four letters written in large black font and as she stared at them she tried to figure out what they could possibly stand for but couldn't work it out.

"Here, I only had still." Luke said, returning with two plastic bottles.

Amy murmured a weak thanks and opened the bottle and took a large gulp, gasping in as she swallowed and pulled it away from her mouth. She placed the bottle on the floor by her feet and dabbed at the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand

"So...your cellmate?" She asked

"Who?" Luke said between sips

"Come on, I did as you asked, now it's your turn, did Joaquin Rameriz ever speak of any future plans once released." She asked looking at him

"You know what, I think he did." Luke said slowly

"Really?!" Amy asked leaning forward, "what did you speak of?"

"Oh a few things, plans for staying out, plans to visit New Jersey, you know mainly stuff we couldn't do while stuck inside." He said

"Right but anything specific about what type of work or a current living location?" Amy asked

"Yeah...yeah, course." Luke said, his grin once more visible as he also leant forward, "but first, how do I know you're not wearing a wire?" He asked.

"What?" Amy asked, her face falling at the question.

"How do I know you're not wearing a wire?" He repeated, crossing his arms, placing them against his chest.

"What...what does that have to do with anything?" Amy asked, once again frustrated at the interruption.

"Everything." He deadpanned.

Amy remained confused, sat opposite him, her gaze scrutinising him, unable to understand his point.

"Why would I need to wear a wire? I'm not here undercover, I introduced myself when you opened the door, you know why I'm here. I have no need to wear one." She said.

"Even so, I need to know I can trust you, need to know you trust me, so prove you're not wearing one, so that nothing I say can be used against me, and we're good." He said, shrugging.

Amy opened her mouth to retort yet only let out an awkward sound as her throat once again dried out. Frustration bound her to her seat, never had she had such an interaction before, never dealt with someone who so easily managed to ruffle her feathers.

"I'm not wearing one." She said flatly, reaching down and taking another large sip of water.

"Well if that's the truth then you won't have any issue showing me." Luke grinned.

"I'm not showing you anything." She said dryly.

"Then I guess once again we're back to showing you that front door of mine." Luke said bluntly.

At the inflection in his tone Amy winced, hating how once again she had been trapped, forced into a corner, and backed up against a wall. The choice was simple, compromise or leave. She sighed once more, hating how Luke seemed to so effortlessly force her to abandon her morales.

It's only for the case, it's only for now, just this once, just today. She reasoned as she pursed her lips and reached down to unzip her boots.

She gripped the heel of the well polished black boot and pulled, revealing a plain charcoal grey sock and placed the boot on the floor to her left and then copied the action and soon placed its partner beside it. She looked up to see him watching her like a hawk and internally she felt nothing but annoyance and frustration at the criminal who had somehow obtained all the cards in their game.

"You better have something useful." She huffed as she opened her jacket and pulled it off down her arms.

"You doubting your man so soon?" He teased as she stood up, "trust me Amy, I have everything you need to be satisfied."

"God you're insufferable." She said as she folded the jacket neatly over the arm of the chair.

She pulled at her light blue shirt, removing it from where she had tucked it into her pants and with trembling fingers slowly forced the top button through the buttonhole, releasing the tightness of the shirt. The action became quicker the further down the shirt she went and eventually she stood before him, the shirt fully open revealing a grey vest underneath.

"There...no wire." She sneered, dropping it off of her shoulders and turning around to reveal her back.

"Mm." Luke said in a flat tone. "Take it off then." He said

She turned back around to face him and gawked at his insistence, uneasiness filling her as she sucked in her lips, her mouth dry as a desert.

"What?" She asked in disbelief.

"You heard me, take it off, pants too, I know full well you could easily hide a wire small enough down them slacks." he said.

Her breath was loud in her ears as she pulled the shirt off of her form, her arms suddenly cold now bare as she looked down at the ground. Shocked by her own actions, her own compliance to his request as she once more submitted to his newfound authority over her in their situation. The shirt was placed on top of the jacket, the colours pairing nicely as she then turned and faced him again. Her fingers shook more than before as she reached down for the clasp of her pants and opened it slowly. Gasping at the action as she pulled them down and then stepped out of them.

This is insane. This is insane. What am I doing?

Amy folded the pants neatly, unable to let go of her need for order and structure as they too joined her removed clothes and turned and looked down at the ground.

"See...no wire." She said gesturing to her bare legs and plain grey cotton panties.

"Damn...look at those." Luke said loudly, clapping his hands together.

At his reaction, Amy looked up and saw a new look in his eyes, a glint that was not there before and she recognised what it was, she had been afraid that it had been a possible factor in his request. Lust burned brightly in his eyes as she watched him look at her body before flicking his gaze up to meet hers again.

"Lose the vest."

"No...I...please...this...this is insane, this is crazy, I could be suspended for this, it's completely inappropriate and unprofessional and..." She whined, desperate for a reason to stop before she went too far.

"It look like I'm gonna go stitch you up?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You know full well you made your decision the moment you stayed, so stop holding back and show me you mean business." He said firmly.

"I do mean business, I'm a cop, I'm here for information, not for you to leer at me." she hissed.

"And you get it when I say you're good." He snapped back making her jump, "now do as you're told and get that vest off."

Amy sniffed and swallowed her reply, shaking now with rage at his treatment of her, as she grabbed the hem of the vest and lifted it off. Unlike the rest of her clothes she did not fold it but simply placed it on top of the rest of her outfit and turned to look at him. She cocked her head, doing her best to sneer at him and hide her discomfort as she wrapped her arms around herself doing her best to cover her cleavage from his sights.

A low whistle rang out across the room as he began to nod, his eyes never leaving her body. She squirmed under his gaze, a feeling of vulnerability added into the mix as she shivered. Everything within her screamed at her actions, knowing it was wrong, it was crazy, above all it was stupid to put herself in such a position just for information.

"Damn Amy, you really are something! You a full ten, a real smoke show." Luke said slowly as he raised a finger.

"Spin around then, let me see the whole package." He ordered.

Amy bit her lip hard to keep from snapping back, embarrassment colouring her emotions and her cheeks a bright shade of pink as she did so, quickly moving an arm down to spread her hand out across her bum. Despite the plain nature of her panties and bra covering her most private areas she still didn't enjoy the fact she was on display for him, feeling more like a piece of meat than a person.

"Now that is a fat ass, damn!" Luke exclaimed.

At his comment she gasped, turning around to face him, her injury on full display.

"Don't cry about it, stick around long enough and you'll learn why that's a compliment." He said, waving her reaction away.

She simmered, scowling at him as both arms crossed over her chest once more and she cleared her throat.

"Happy now? Can I get dressed?!" She asked impatiently.

"Girl you are dressed, just be grateful I'm not pushing you to take off those awful granny panties for now." He said ignoring her.

"These are appropriate for work." She said dropping an arm to cover her crotch with her hand.

"Sure, but I ain't having my woman dressed so plain, no sir, my woman should be dressed to show how sexy she is, so you want information to keep flowing then that's changing first thing tomorrow." He said.

"You...you can't be serious." She said in a strained voice.

"Dead serious girl, you come in here wanting stuff then you gotta give first before you take, now why don't you drop that arm away, stop hiding your goods from your man and tell me what you are again, girl." He ordered.

Amy held her position for a moment, glaring across at him as her mind raced with all the replies she wanted to say, all the things she wanted to do before ultimately giving in. She lowered her arm down to her side, showing off the plain grey bra that matched the panties and sighed.

"I'm your woman." She answered.

"S'right...but you should say it with more pride girl, look at you, a walking sex bomb all depressed about showing yourself off. I know that that ain't right, we gotta fix that." He said, shaking his head.

He stepped forward and despite herself, she flinched, raising her arms halfway up as she watched him step into her personal space. Her breath caught in her throat as her chest heaved, her cleavage now on full display to him. He dropped his gaze down to it and stared thoughtfully before looking down at the rest of her before travelling back up her body to meet hers. Amy noticed there wasn't an ounce of shame in his gaze as she sucked in her lips.

"Who are you?" He asked quietly.

"I'm your woman." she answered calmly.