Chapter 2 of the fanfic involving the mythos from Vampire the Requiem, owned by CCP games. Thanks to people who wrote me and gave positive feedback, i'll return to this series again after finishing up another Chronicles of Danny Chapter. Enjoy!
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Once she finally put her clothes back on, Kirstin's panic faded and with her cognitive faculties intact, came up with a story that convinced the officers she hadn't let the suspect get down on their knees and give her the best orgasm she'd had in months. The report read that the suspect managed to get the drop on Kirstin as she entered a room, stealing her gun and forcing Kirstin to strip.
The fact that the story would be documented, that Kirstin was incapable of apprehending a suspect and upholding the dignity of the police department, angered her so much her fist bled from punching the arm rest of her car. She wanted to share the fact that this woman was also capable of moving faster than the blink of an eye and leaping hundreds of feet, but that would already make Kirstin seem more foolish than she already felt.
The next morning Kirstin felt worse. She woke up thinking the night before was just a bad dream, but seeing her teddy bear panties hanging on the rim of her hamper made her collapse onto her pillow, her nails digging into her shoulders as she hugged herself. The faded stain in the crotch made Kirstin feel warm, from face to the center of her core.
She could recall the strange woman, bangs hanging over the front of her face that grinned up at Kirstin after she had been moaning like a girl experiencing her first sexual encounter. Her words, "I didn't kill that man." Still bothered Kirstin. Why was she there if she wasn't involved, and why waste time seducing a cop when she could have easily sped away?
It was a matching black pants and jacket combo with a dark blue button up to go under it. Kirstin wore it for her interview at the Ann Arbor Police Department, and when she had to do a press conference for a series of robberies on campus. She wasn't sure if it was psychological or just the way it looked on her, but whenever she wore it, she commanded the attention of everyone in the room, attention from any prejudice they might have towards her status as a lesbian woman, or what she looked like naked.
With her badge attached to her belt, Kirstin went out the door to begin one of the most challenging work days of her life. She knew she was in for the long haul the moment she stepped into the lobby. The officer at the desk was an overweight man with a mustache, covering his mouth to hide a smirk as he greeted her. With a sigh, Kirstin stormed past the desk and walked down the hall, keeping her eyes locked as she avoided the gaze of passers by.
"Shit!" Kirstin shouted as she felt her heart rise, almost standing on her tip toes. With her eyes shut, she turned around, not wanting to stare at the woman who called her out. She was an inch taller than Kirstin, dressed in a simple pair of black trousers and white button up with the sleeves rolled, revealing two forearms that looked chiseled from routine training. Her jet-black bangs hung just above her blue eyes, and her ruby red lips spread into a smirk that slanted to the right. She had her hands on her curved hips. With a heavy sigh, Kirstin opened her eyes "Detective Hillier. Nice to see you."
"Glad to see you're in one piece." Hillier said. The Narcotics detective folded her arms and looked over Kirstin, as if her eyes had X ray vision that made Kirstin's feet shift. "I heard you had a ...wild night."
Kirstin's lips tightened as she fought to to keep her composure. "It was. I'm just glad I'm alive and that no one else was hurt."
"I also heard the officers who arrived got quite a show."
"I have a debriefing to make right now so if you'll excuse me." Kirstin said, storming her way past Detective Hillier.
"Hope you catch the suspect, It'd be a shame if the Chief felt you couldn't handle homicide. Lemme know if you ever want to trade!"
Kirstin didn't dignify the remark with a response. Jessica Hillier had wanted homicide when a position opened up but Kirstin beat her to it, having managed to solve a double murder that took place in the suburbs just outside of town. It was unexpected, a step-husband and wife both shot in the head.
The living room was a mess, picture frames shattered, knick knacks on the floor. People first thought it was a botched robbery, but Hillier thought it was the ex-Husband, another bitter spouse who let jealousy get the best of him. The problem was that he was too busy getting busted for a DUI in Livonia, just thirty miles outside of Ann Arbor.
What Hillier failed to check into was the daughter, whose crocodile tears were convincing enough, but who also had a boyfriend who happened to have a gun in his home. The daughter and her lover stated they were out with friends, but not all of their friends were on the same page. The guilty couple were supposed to be at a party, but it was hard to explain why they didn't show up, when they were killing two parents who didn't think he was a good influence.
The day she closed the case was a high point. Walking to her desk and seeing the stuffed teddy bear sitting on her desk was much lower. Colleagues around Kirstin's desk couldn't hold in their laughter anymore as they saw her stand several feet away, staring at it like it was a grenade. She saw one detective, a man in his 40s smiling at her and she refused to let them get under her skin.
Grabbing the bear, Kirstin slammed it on her desk and grabbed a letter opener, driving it straight through the bears chest like a stake. "I better not see this shit on my desk again." She said. The violent way she stabbed it again, making sure to scratch the eyes, was enough to wipe the grins off of the police who were still laughing. "Now get back to work. Debriefing in five."
Officers in the room used that command to alleviate the tension in a poorly received prank and leave their desks. Kirstin wanted to avoid eye contact, but tensed her neck muscles to keep her head locked in place, her eyes like daggers aimed at anyone who walked past her. When people went back to business, she walked inside the small meeting room that was designed like a lecture hall, using the five minutes to close her eyes and breathe.
By the time she reached ten full breaths, the other homicide detectives filed in. Once everyone was seated, Kirstin stood at the other side of the room behind a large white dry erase board. Written in black ink were all of the open cases, including the current one that cost her dignity.
The last one to enter was a man in a white shortsleeve shirt and black tie, bringing a rushed silence to the room. Five decades had changed his black hair to a dark grey and his cheeks were only slightly beginning to sag. Although shorter than Kirstin, his massive arms hinted at a time when he had chiseled biceps in his heyday, but that time was gone and his expertise as Chief of police resided in Daryl Burk.
His posture was slouched as he made his way to the front of the room, giving Kirstin a slight nod before standing beside her. His face remained the same, stoic and looking like he hadn't gotten any sleep. If he did hear about what happened to her, his body language didn't show. "Good morning everyone." He said before turning to Kirstin. "What do we got detective?'
"Last night a male student, age 24 was murdered in his home in Harper Wood apartments." Kirstin began. "His name was Matthew Varnes, a student at the business college. Victim was found with his neck severed. There were no signs that this was a break in, although a window was left open. " Kirstin felt her stomach turn in knots as she breathed in deep to continue. "A suspect was spotted outside in the fire escape. She is a woman in her mid 30s, was wearing a business suit and had short cropped auburn hair."
She saw a detective in the front, arms folded and a smirk on his face. "Was she apprehended?"
Kirstin's nostrils flared and she curtly responded, "Suspect got away after jumping me," Kirstin responded in a curt tone.
"What else happened Detective?"
"Enough." Chief Burk called out, "Might I remind you all the person responsible for this crime is still out there and the specifics of how Detective Delaney lost them isn't as relevant as to what other facts we know about the victim and their KAs."
That shut the men up and Kirstin felt some sense of relief that at least one person was on her side. "Speaking of which." She said in a low tone, "I'd advise those assigned to the case to start looking into the victim's classmates, teachers, anyone that might know if he was seeing someone." There was one evidence that officers mentioned to Kirstin when she returned from her chase. "At the moment, all we know is that the suspect was seeing a therapist. Dr. Sakeena Fakhoury. I'm going to speak with Dr. Fakhoury today. I doubt there will be much she can share due to client confidentiality, but I'd rather turn it over."
Chief Burk folded his arms. "We're already under pressure from the University and concerned parents. Harper Wood apartments was meant to be a secure complex. It won't be long before students and families will want some answers so get to it detectives. Dismissed."
Kirstin wanted to move before she could overhear any comment made by someone in homicide. Calloused fingers wrapped around her shoulder to stop momentum and she turned to see Chief Burks' worn face. "I spoke with the two officers who responded to the call." He said with a soft pitch, making sure he was in close proximity to Kirstin so the others wouldn't hear. "I don't know what happened, but the officers reported that you had...um...been assaulted?"
The word made Kirstin's cheeks turn red again. Bringing her back to that night, making her wonder if it was a non-consensual act. The loss of her clothes was something she didn't want, being seen by her officers was also an outcome she didn't, but what came after that? It had been something she'd wanted for months and from someone very much fitting to the description of the suspect.
Feminine face, but rather masculine dress, gentle hands that curled into the waistband of her panties as they pulled them down, her warm lips kissing Kirstin where she'd longed to be kissed. She felt her body sweating underneath and she lowered her eyes. "no...she just..disarmed me." She said.
The chief raised an eyebrow but noticed the blush across Kirstin's face. "I just...want to make sure you're okay. If you have anything else you should need from me, let me know. I'm sorry the officers spread gossip, but I'll make sure it doesn't get out to the press."
Kirstin could see the headline now, Homicide Detective caught with pants down, who protects Ann Arbor if she can't protect herself? "Thanks chief. It won't happen again. I got to go, the doctor is waiting for me."
