I do the initial sweep of my zone with my guys, tell them to sweep another zone before I head back to the station. On my desk in my office as promised is the case file which I open and read, primarily the subjects last known whereabouts. Derek is right, there is no reason for us to be sweeping where we are.
Monica Lowe, twenty year old college student who disappeared after a supposed argument with her boyfriend. Softball player, honor student, does her laundry at home every weekend. Aside from that she's a cute, tall, brunette.
"See anything?" I hear a voice ask, and I turn to see Derek leaning against the doorframe.
"The search fan makes no sense. I get that the primary suspect, the boyfriend, Adam Schmidt, was seen near it, but it was reported she left without him, and he stayed at his apartment all night. She also left in the opposite direction. I'd get unis to her school, dorm room, and her parents house. Talk to her friends to know her schedule," I suggest, he nods in agreement.
"I can talk to her parents, can you get some guys to her dorm room and maybe her athletic locker?" Derek asks, I look at her file while nodding.
"I'll take lead on her room. I feel a woman will know what to look for better," I say, not to say he can't, but I'd have a better idea of what's off for obvious reasons.
"Agreed, I'll re interview her parents now, you head over to the school."
We exchange nods, and when he walks away I release a relieved breath. I kind of just want him to acknowledge it more openly, not tease me and hold it above my head. I kind of wanted him to shut the door and fuck me on my desk. If he had shut the door and pulled my pants down I might have complied. The knowledge I would have makes me groan and bang my head against my desk before I leave for the school.
Monica's dorm room is very neat and organized, and her roommate is similar. The beds are made, the stationery desk is tidy with a cork board above it. She has a dry erase calendar above her bed which I snap a picture of before I start going through her drawers. Bras and panties are pretty tame by today's standards, but a few thongs stand out, not to mention her vibrator.
Digging through her desk I find nothing unusual but I do take a few pictures of the photos on her cork board. Her and her friends, her boyfriend, and her family are very present. In the top drawer I find matches for a bar. Why is a twenty year old in a bar? I take a picture of it where it was, then take it for evidence.
When I go through her athletic locker, I find nothing unusual. In her locker was a change of clothes, her uniform, a few sports bras, extra tampons, and her baseball bat. When I examine the bat I see a smudge of red on the top. This might be blood, so I take a picture and bag it.
I get back to the department with my few pieces of evidence. I look up the bar at my desk as I hear a knock and see Derek again.
"Any luck on those matches?"
"It's a bar that is in the direction she walked from Adam's. I figured you'd take it," I say, Derek shrugging.
"I will, thanks for taking lead," He says. I can work with this guy. He's trusting and truly appreciative of my work.
"Glad I can help," I say in reply. He looks down the hall and steps fully in, closing the door as he does. I notice all of my window blinds are closed, because I usually close them. Derek steps across the room and leans forward onto the desk.
"Come here," he says to me, and I resist.
"No, we're at work," I say and he walked around the desk and pulls me from the seat.
My butt presses against the desk before he lifts me up and places me on the edge.
"I'm not asking," Derek says and starts undoing my belt. 'Stop him, stop him' my inner monologue chants, but my body helps, and my pants and panties are tugged to the floor. He licks his fingers and rubs my pussy, and in seconds I'm drenched and ready.
