The slamming of the door echoed throughout the house as I made my way up stairs to my office, taking the steps two at a time. Tossing my jacket in the corner of the room, I walked across the wood floors to the far end of the room to the window, pulling the blinds a side inviting the early evening light in. I watched as the leaves fell from the trees, the deep reds, burnt oranges, golden yellows muddled the streets below in ---a simple display of natures work of art.
Sitting down at my desk, I logged into Digi-Cop-Land Headquarters Main... I might as well work on the preliminaries of my current case, a regular at Syd's, known only as Genuwine, has been missing for sometime, no one seems to know his where bout's...a few speculate, but speculation can only get you so far. Picking up my mobile I dialed my superior - Captain Star when the front door slammed once again. Only the echo was louder and more annoying this time.
Leaning back into my chair I closed my eyes, knowing all too well who was making their way around my kitchen below...why did I give him a key? Remember at one time...I found it easier to work around my home office then in the crazed environment of the precinct in the city. A bouquet of dark, rich, freshly ground coffee beans, made its way up the staircase of my brownstone, inhaling the decedent aroma briefly, as I spoke to Captain Star, her voice held back a hint of laughter as I told her I would be working from my home the remainder of the day, as would Detective Gage Logan...for he had just let him self into my private home moments ago and was now downstairs brewing himself a pot coffee, rattling dishes around.
I was review statements from the locals that frequented old Syd's on the disappearance of Genuwine when Detective Logan walked into the room carrying a tray, a carafe of coffee, cream, goodies sat upon the tray, knowing damn he was well aware my habits, diet that consisted of caffeine, sugar, little sleep, pure adrenaline, I wondered if the food and drink was for him or me.
He set his eyes on me, "Liuetent," I could feel his struggle, "Was that a conscious decision on your part earlier today...leaving me at Syd's?" His green eyes bore into me, he set the tray on the opposite desk, poured coffee into two mugs, placed one in my hands.
Exhausted, I pushed my chair away from my desk, leaned back a little, biting my lower lip while looking up at him. "I'm sorry Gage. Um... I wasn't feeling well, I need to leave, but I shouldn't have left you there like that." I buried my head, leaning into my mug for the first sip when he snatched it back away from me, swiveled my chair around to him, my hands out stretched for the steaming mug of miracle juice.
"Don't give me that La Fay, what's going on with you?" he yelled.
I ignored his tone, ignored his hands that held onto either side of my chair now, ignored his face as he bent down on his knees to look into my eyes. " Morgaine, what happened last night?" Shock registered in me, he chuckled softly, "Don't think I didn't notice, now do you want to tell me what happened today at the bar?"
"N-o-p-e", I stressed the word as I pursed my lips together, I reached for the Genuwine file on top of my desk. "Since y our here now, run the preliminaries on the case at Syd's."
I smiled reaching for my mug, "thank you for the coffee".
Logan growled as he walked across the room to the other desk to begin his work, but from behind his flat screen monitor I could see that he has relaxed for the time being as a smiled played on his full lips.
It was several hours later when I locked the front door behind Detective Logan. I walked to the kitchen poured myself glass of wine. Walking through the house switching off all the lights on my way, I climbed the stairs again to my bedroom pulling my black cashmere turtleneck off with my free hand as I went.
The room was dark, but the lights from the city below cast small reflections on the ceiling. Setting my wine down on the nightstand next to the bed I started to walked to the window, out of the corner of my eye I spied a shadow drift past me. Stopping in mid step, by body instantly tensing, every muscle screaming in attack, I whirled around, the heel of my right hand making contact with the strangers face, my left arm pulled back ready to slam him again when his leg hooked with mine dropping me to the bed his body crashing down on top of mine pinning me.
He straddled me, with one hand me held both of mine above my head with his other hand going to his jaw where I hit him. I struggled beneath him bucking my hips. A low groan that started in his chest whispered between his lips, "Stop it" he hissed turning his neck from side to side. The lights from a car passing on the streets below flickered across the room - -and for one precious second allowing my a glimpse of his face.
My breath clogged in my chest, I stopped fighting, studying his face in the dark. He released my hands, reaching out to me, stroking a finger down my cheek. A slow moan rattles my core.
