Know That I 9/11
Title: Know That I
Disclaimer: Not my characters - except for one or two. The rest of the ladies and gentleman contained herein belong to entities with a higher pay grade. Thanks for allowing li’l ole me to play; I promise to return them as I found them…just like the tools I borrowed from dad when I was a kid. Also, this is unbeta’d so…mistakes are really all me. Sorry about that.
Fandom: Women’s Murder Club - TV show only.
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy, Jill/OC.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An old college friend of Cindy’s moves to town and shakes things up.
AN: Early posting. Read and enjoy. I'll be at FemSlashCon for a little bit on Saturday as a panelist so enjoy this and maybe I'll see you around on Saturday.
Ch. 9 - Empty the Sky
Cindy reviewed her email to her boss one last time before hitting send from her phone. With any luck the brief explanation about the three part expose she was writing on the San Francisco P.D. and their raid on the Do Boys would be well received and keep her editor out of her hair until Thursday.
She dumped her phone into her open purse by her feet and looked up as Claire marched through the office door. “Skipper,” the doctor greeted and asked, “No Lindsay and Jill?”
“Not yet,” Cindy answered. “Jill’s still going to be in court, but Lindsay should be here…”
“Sorry, sorry,” Lindsay apologized walking inside before Cindy had a chance to explain. “Stupid defense hack,” she grumbled, kissing the top of Cindy’s head and settling in next to the redhead on the couch.
“Fun day in court?” Claire asked as she rifled through the papers on her desk trying to find the report Lindsay would need.
“The usual. Jill was doing a recross when I left her, so she won’t be here, but I hear you have good news,” Lindsay filled them in.
Claire pulled at the group of brown folders and started at the top. She went through three before finding the one that she needed. “I do.” She came around the desk and sat across from the couch. “Well, good for us, bad for the family. Amy Delgado is a match. You and Jacoby can pay them a visit.”
Lindsay reached out and took the offered file. Thumbing it open, she looked over the DNA comparisons and findings written out in text on the right side. She gnawed her lower lip and flipped a few pages back, her eyebrow cocking at a few pictures of bone fragments and the marking embedded in the bone.
“Well, I talked to the roommate who is pretty shaken up still. She said that Amy was pretty consistent. Always there, clean, polite and sort of kept to herself. She had a few friends,” Cindy pulled a folded piece of notebook paper out of her jacket pocket and handed it off to her girlfriend, “Tiffany was kind enough to write down their names and phone numbers for me.”
Lindsay opened the paper and looked over the two names. “Those are all of her friends?”
“Yeah, besides the roommate those two were the only ones that Amy talked to on a regular basis. The boy, Derek Shue, has been friends with Amy since her and Tiffany started living together last year. The other girl, Destiny Riggs was newer. Apparently, the two met in a critical analysis class. They bonded over their crazy professor.” Cindy gave a small shrug.
“So normal, unsuspecting co-ed?” Claire ventured.
“Pretty much. It’s sad really. This was her last semester here. She was going to spend her last two semesters in Europe. Tiffany said Amy’s minor was in European Lit.” Cindy rested her head on Lindsay’s shoulder and sighed.
“Crappy,” Lindsay surmised, closing the file and setting it on her lap.
“Yes, well, I can add to that,” Claire spoke up. “I can’t determine a cause of death. We’re missing pieces of her,” all three winced at the implication. “I can at least tell you how she ended up in pieces.”
Lindsay perked up. “You sure?”
Claire nodded and stood. “It took a bit of imagination, but I’m almost a hundred percent certain that,” she stood as she spoke and moved to her open door and stuck her head behind it, “this is what chopped her in pieces.” She turned around and hefted a splitting axe.
Two sets of eyes grew large as Claire approached them.
“And you still haven’t found the rest of her?” Cindy asked.
“I think she’s probably in a landfill. What’s left of her anyhow,” Lindsay answered the reporter then asked Claire, “How’d you match it?”
“The markings on the bone. We tried a different set of weapons. This axe specifically, the type anyhow, matched the markings in the bone fragments perfectly.” The weapon twirled in Claire’s hand before she set it down to rest against an unused chair.
Lindsay sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “When do you think you’ll be ready to release the remains to the family? I’d like to at least give them a little bit of closure.”
“Forensically, I have everything that I need. They can arrange pick up whenever they’d like,” Claire answered, knowing that she had enough samples if she needed. It was hard enough on the families that came through her doors collecting loved ones, but to tell them they had to wait any longer than necessary was just cruel.
“Okay,” Lindsay nodded. “I’ll grab Jacoby and we’ll go inform the family. Can you, uh, how exactly are you going to package what’s left?”
“There isn’t a lot. I’ll lay the remains out if they insist on coming down, but I think it would be best to arrange with a funeral home and I can prep whoever they decide on,” Claire advised.
Lindsay stood and tucked the file under her arm. “Thanks,” she said quietly and gave Claire’s shoulder a squeeze. She turned to Cindy, “I’ll call you later.”
“I’m just going to head to your place after work,” Cindy informed her.
“’Kay. Bye, ladies,” Lindsay offered before heading out the door to track down her partner.
The ride from the Delgado residence to the student apartment complex Amy lived in was quiet. There were a lot of things Lindsay loved about her job, the sound of handcuffs ratcheting around guilty wrists, the look on a victim’s face when they don’t have to be afraid anymore, the relief on the faces of loved ones when things work out well and if she were being honest, running down a suspect and catching them were fun too.
Some things she hated. Notifying families that their loved one wasn’t coming home was up there with having to tell a victim that there wasn’t enough evidence or information for them to do anything. The feeling of watching a perp slip through her fingers was equally frustrating. The Delgados didn’t take the information any better than most of the families she’d had to inform over the course of her career. The wife crumbled and the husband shortly after his wife. Amy was an only child.
Somehow, that always made it a little bit worse.
“You get to do the next notification,” Lindsay grumbled just as Jacoby pulled the car up to the curbside and put it in park.
The man next to her sighed, but agreed, “Okay.”
“So,” Lindsay looked out of her window and up at the building, “how do you want to go about this?”
“I’ve been reviewing the case notes, the uni’s didn’t do a bang up job with following up…”
“They didn’t have a body and there was no…” Lindsay tried to interject the buildup.
She failed.
“Lindsay, don’t. That’s no excuse for bullshit work. The case should have been handed off to an investigative team to do the follow up. It wasn’t. They didn’t bother putting together a time line for the girl and they did little follow up,” Jacobi groused
Lindsay put her hands up and shut up. She wasn’t a fan for half-assed work either, but she could sympathize with the underpaid uni’s…most times. Unless they were screwing up her crime scene and then it didn’t matter who they were.
“I figure we check with security first, see what we can find out there. Then we’ll go talk to the roommate and the list of friends that Cindy got for us.” Jacoby shouldered open his door and Lindsay followed.
“Cindy talked to Jill right after court. She’s going to have financial and phone records for us when we get back to the station,” Lindsay looked up from her phone. She keyed away from the text message and looked up at Jacobi.
Her partner nodded and held the door open for her. The lobby was generic at best. The only thing there besides poorly aged linoleum tile was a bank of mailboxes and a security desk. Behind the desk were two sets of glass doors that looked like they needed a fob for entrance.
“Where did Cindy talk to the roommate?” Jacobi whispered as they approached the desk and the dopey security guard stationed there.
Lindsay shrugged not really sure. “Maybe outside of a class or this building?” she guessed.
Jacobi put a hand on her left arm to halt their progress. His bushy right eyebrow raised in question. His lips puffed and pursed in annoyance. “And knowing Cindy…”
Rolling her eyes, Lindsay’s shoulders drooped and she admitted, “Probably, my wonderful girlfriend, got inside somehow and dropped by the room.”
“Which begs questions of how lax security could possibly be around here…”
“Oh, please, Jacobi. You’ve seen Cindy. She looks about as dangerous as Jackie Turner from the pep squad at my high school,” Lindsay groused.
Jacobi’s hands went to his hips, pushing back his sports coat and smirking at Lindsay. “Now I could either lay into you for the dig on Cindy’s age, the stereotypes or I can make fun of you about the pep squad. Would you like to pick?”
“You know what I meant,” Lindsay growled.
Jacobi waved his finger. “We all know looks are deceiving. I was just pointing out that if Cindy can talk her way into this place, then it must not be too hard to do.”
“Don’t underestimate her ability to babble someone into a coma so she can slip in the door,” Lindsay joked.
“That girl can talk,” Jacobi agreed as he flashed his badge at the guard. “Hi, I’m Ins. Jacobi, this is Ins. Boxer.”
“David James,” the guard introduced himself, standing to offer the inspectors his hand.
“Mr. James, you have a resident here, Amy Delgado. I’m afraid to say that she’s passed away and we need access to some of the security logs and residents for questioning,” Jacobi left no room for questions in his approach.
“I…” David stammered, clearly put off. “We can’t just…”
“Mr. James,” Lindsay stepped up, dropped her voice and leaned over the desk, “Our D.D.A. is already working on getting warrants for financial and phone information. You can help us here now or we can wait for Counselor Bernhardt to bring us the other paperwork.”
The man’s Adams apple bobbed up and down. His lips parted to answer before Lindsay warned him, “I get really, really mean when I have to wait.” She smiled at him. “Think about how mean you want me to be to you before you answer.”
“Uhm,” he licked his lips, “what do you need?”
Jacobi pulled out a pen, his notepad and began writing, “We’ll need the fob records for the dates listed here, who they belong too and security tapes if you have them and the numbers to the residences of these students.” He scribbled quickly then tore the sheet free to pass over to the guard.
Lindsay reached out and patted the stubbly cheek of the man and cooed, “You be quick and thorough about it, Davey.”
Mac leaned against the open door to Jill’s office and watched her girlfriend at work. The blonde had been scowling at two differing stacks of paperwork and taking notes since Mac had showed up. That was at least three minutes ago and Jill had yet to take notice that anyone was watching her.
Finally deciding that she’d been creepy long enough, Mac wrapped her knuckles on the open door to her left and said, “I can’t believe they just let anyone in here, can you?” She tilted her head and grinned.
Blinking, Jill looked up and focused in on Mac standing in the doorway, the woman’s shaggy dark hair slanted away from her face and bared a portion of creamy brown skin that she wanted to put her mouth on. She did decide to play along though, “Was there something I can help you with ma’am? I’m sure I can find whoever you’re looking for.”
Mac launched herself away from the door and stepped through, bringing along with her the bag of takeout she brought for Jill. “I was trying to find my girlfriend. About yea high,” Mac laid her hand flat and leveled it about Jill’s height, “blonde hair, blue eyes, killer legs. You wouldn’t have happened to see her around here would you? I brought her dinner since she canceled our plans.”
Jill stood, rounded the large oak desk and said, “I’ll keep an eye out for her, but…” she trailed off, running a fingernail down the exposed portion of her chest, popped the button on her blouse keeping her bra from being visible and continued, “wouldn’t you rather have dinner with me?”
A shiver ran down Mac’s spine at Jill’s tone, low and seductive. Her mouth dried up as she saw the teal lace of her girlfriend’s bra peak through the dark purple blouse. Swallowing, she found her voice and rasped, “As long as we don’t get caught.”
Jill beamed and pressed against Mac’s front, taking away the bag of food and dumping it on a chair to her right. Her other hand reached up to thread through thick brown locks and she walked them backwards until Jill slipped on top of her desk. Mac assisted by reaching down and hiking up the pencil skirt Jill had on to accommodate her resting between the lawyer’s parted knees.
Angling her head down, Mac pressed their lips together before sweeping her tongue out and requesting Jill’s permission to deepen the kiss. The lawyer groaned and parted her lips, stomach clenching at the feel and taste of Mac. Both hands threaded through Mac’s hair while Mac’s grip on the blonde’s hips tightened.
The skirt left little room for Jill to maneuver and alleviate the pressure that was building. Frustrated she shifted causing Mac to pull back, sucking in a lungful of air in the process. “Baby,” she panted, “you’re at work, we…”
“I know,” Jill groaned, feeling her stomach still fluttering and a heaviness settle between her legs. “I really want to though.”
Mac pressed their foreheads together and pecked Jill’s swollen lips. “Me too, but if you come over tonight I’ll take care of you.”
“Promise?” Jill whimpered against full lips.
“You didn’t kill me after our first night together…” Mac teased.
Jill groaned, but nodded. MacKenzie succeeded the other night and rocked Jill’s world.
The lawyer had never had complaints and she regularly outlasted her partners. More often than not, Jill thought they lacked in that department, but MacKenzie had kept up and kept Jill going for longer than she thought she was capable.
“You performed adequately,” Jill husked refusing to give Mac that much power.
“I’ll offer a repeat or an encore of the other night if you come early enough.” Mac kissed up Jill’s jaw line along her left side, swept her tongue along the shell of Jill’s ear before sucking on the upper part of her ear lobe, mindful of the diamond stud resting just below her lips.
“Deal,” the lawyer groaned and fisted the jean clad ass of the woman working her over.
“Bernhardt,” a cold voice barked from the entryway.
Jill’s head snapped up and she groaned at the vision of her boss standing just inside of her office, hands on narrow hips and shooting daggers at her and Mac.
“Fuck,” Jill hissed, causing Mac to pull Jill to her feet and fix the lawyer’s skirt before turning around to greet their unexpected visitor.
Mac sent the small Asian woman a winning smile and introduced herself, “Hi, MacKenzie St. Hill.”
Denise covered half the distance of the office and stopped short of accepting the hand in greeting. Instead, the woman folded her arms across her chest and snapped, “Acting District Attorney Denise Kwon, Jill’s boss.” Denise’s eyes narrowed as she dug into the blonde, “I warned you. Do you honestly think fucking anymore defense attorneys on your desk is going to win you any points?”
“We weren’t…” Jill tried to defend herself and her less than professional actions.
“Save it,” Denise stopped her.
Mac’s shoulders squared and she stepped more fully in front of the blonde. “Sex on desks?” Mac asked and turned her head to look at Jill over her shoulder. The lawyer’s chest and neck were flushed. She turned her attention back to Denise and offered another sweet smile. “Not what we were doing. We were discussing plans to have Jill come to my place tonight and I’m not a lawyer.”
Denise rolled her eyes and Mac chattered along, “I also brought dinner, probably enough to share, if you’d care to stay?” Mac’s offer was genuine and she could see the uncertainty creep into Denise’s eyes.
“Mac,” Jill hissed behind her.
Ignoring the lawyer behind her, Mac watched Denise turn on her heel and stride from the office, Jill’s door slamming closed in the wake of her departure. Dutifully, Mac stifled the smirk and turned to Jill.
She couldn’t get a read on the blonde, so she decided to keep it light, “So how many people have you had sex with in your office, or rather, on your desk?”
Jill’s mouth opened and closed a few seconds before she looked away from her girlfriend and buttoned up her blouse.
“Jill,” Mac said softly as an arm settled gently on the lawyer’s left shoulder. Jill looked up, somewhat confused by the calm features looking back at her. “You aren’t a saint. Trust me, it’s not a surprise. I’m far from one too…”
“Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jill spit as her arms folded across her chest and she took a step back.
Mac’s mouth snapped shut as she registered the immediate shift in Jill. Quickly, she ran through what she said, playing back her words and then blushed. “And I so just stuck my foot down my throat.”
A thin eyebrow rose curiously.
She licked her lips and back peddled, “What I meant, in better words, is that, I’m aware you have had sex before. Just like me. So, it’s okay, I’m not upset with your boss, who is kinda scary by the way, or about the sex in here.”
“I care that you would be upset because?” Jill snapped.
Mac’s hands buried deep in her jeans pockets as she spoke softly, “You just looked…I was trying to let you know that it doesn’t bother me…and really not everything’s about me, but…I just…uhm…” she stopped talking as Jill’s jaw became rigid. “I can go kick her ass if that’ll help me out here, Jill. I don’t want to fight and I’m going to continue to try and talk about this until you start talking to me,” Mac half-pleaded taking a tentative step towards her girlfriend. “So, I mean, for me, ‘cause I can’t tell what you’re thinking or feeling right now and I’d like to know so that maybe I can forget this conversation and focus more on making you uh, making sure that you’re treated the way that you deserve.”
“So, that wasn’t you calling me a slut?” Jill asked softening her tone slightly at the pleading look Mac was giving her.
The younger woman shook her head in response. “Absolutely not.”
Jill took a tentative step closer and pulled Mac to her. “Denise is a bitch.”
Mac nodded and slipped her arms around Jill’s waist. The blonde was still rigid and Mac’s lips curled up on the right side as she tried to sooth the woman in front of her, “Agreed.” She kissed the tip of Jill’s nose and said, “Why don’t we eat and I’ll let you get back to work. Then, if you’re still up for it, come over tonight, so I can make you forget the persons’ names you’ve slept with previously.” She wiggled her eyebrows and sighed when Jill finally relaxed against her.
The lawyer laid her head on Mac’s shoulder and nodded.
Next>>>
Disclaimer: Not my characters - except for one or two. The rest of the ladies and gentleman contained herein belong to entities with a higher pay grade. Thanks for allowing li’l ole me to play; I promise to return them as I found them…just like the tools I borrowed from dad when I was a kid. Also, this is unbeta’d so…mistakes are really all me. Sorry about that.
Fandom: Women’s Murder Club - TV show only.
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy, Jill/OC.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An old college friend of Cindy’s moves to town and shakes things up.
AN: Early posting. Read and enjoy. I'll be at FemSlashCon for a little bit on Saturday as a panelist so enjoy this and maybe I'll see you around on Saturday.
Ch. 9 - Empty the Sky
Cindy reviewed her email to her boss one last time before hitting send from her phone. With any luck the brief explanation about the three part expose she was writing on the San Francisco P.D. and their raid on the Do Boys would be well received and keep her editor out of her hair until Thursday.
She dumped her phone into her open purse by her feet and looked up as Claire marched through the office door. “Skipper,” the doctor greeted and asked, “No Lindsay and Jill?”
“Not yet,” Cindy answered. “Jill’s still going to be in court, but Lindsay should be here…”
“Sorry, sorry,” Lindsay apologized walking inside before Cindy had a chance to explain. “Stupid defense hack,” she grumbled, kissing the top of Cindy’s head and settling in next to the redhead on the couch.
“Fun day in court?” Claire asked as she rifled through the papers on her desk trying to find the report Lindsay would need.
“The usual. Jill was doing a recross when I left her, so she won’t be here, but I hear you have good news,” Lindsay filled them in.
Claire pulled at the group of brown folders and started at the top. She went through three before finding the one that she needed. “I do.” She came around the desk and sat across from the couch. “Well, good for us, bad for the family. Amy Delgado is a match. You and Jacoby can pay them a visit.”
Lindsay reached out and took the offered file. Thumbing it open, she looked over the DNA comparisons and findings written out in text on the right side. She gnawed her lower lip and flipped a few pages back, her eyebrow cocking at a few pictures of bone fragments and the marking embedded in the bone.
“Well, I talked to the roommate who is pretty shaken up still. She said that Amy was pretty consistent. Always there, clean, polite and sort of kept to herself. She had a few friends,” Cindy pulled a folded piece of notebook paper out of her jacket pocket and handed it off to her girlfriend, “Tiffany was kind enough to write down their names and phone numbers for me.”
Lindsay opened the paper and looked over the two names. “Those are all of her friends?”
“Yeah, besides the roommate those two were the only ones that Amy talked to on a regular basis. The boy, Derek Shue, has been friends with Amy since her and Tiffany started living together last year. The other girl, Destiny Riggs was newer. Apparently, the two met in a critical analysis class. They bonded over their crazy professor.” Cindy gave a small shrug.
“So normal, unsuspecting co-ed?” Claire ventured.
“Pretty much. It’s sad really. This was her last semester here. She was going to spend her last two semesters in Europe. Tiffany said Amy’s minor was in European Lit.” Cindy rested her head on Lindsay’s shoulder and sighed.
“Crappy,” Lindsay surmised, closing the file and setting it on her lap.
“Yes, well, I can add to that,” Claire spoke up. “I can’t determine a cause of death. We’re missing pieces of her,” all three winced at the implication. “I can at least tell you how she ended up in pieces.”
Lindsay perked up. “You sure?”
Claire nodded and stood. “It took a bit of imagination, but I’m almost a hundred percent certain that,” she stood as she spoke and moved to her open door and stuck her head behind it, “this is what chopped her in pieces.” She turned around and hefted a splitting axe.
Two sets of eyes grew large as Claire approached them.
“And you still haven’t found the rest of her?” Cindy asked.
“I think she’s probably in a landfill. What’s left of her anyhow,” Lindsay answered the reporter then asked Claire, “How’d you match it?”
“The markings on the bone. We tried a different set of weapons. This axe specifically, the type anyhow, matched the markings in the bone fragments perfectly.” The weapon twirled in Claire’s hand before she set it down to rest against an unused chair.
Lindsay sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “When do you think you’ll be ready to release the remains to the family? I’d like to at least give them a little bit of closure.”
“Forensically, I have everything that I need. They can arrange pick up whenever they’d like,” Claire answered, knowing that she had enough samples if she needed. It was hard enough on the families that came through her doors collecting loved ones, but to tell them they had to wait any longer than necessary was just cruel.
“Okay,” Lindsay nodded. “I’ll grab Jacoby and we’ll go inform the family. Can you, uh, how exactly are you going to package what’s left?”
“There isn’t a lot. I’ll lay the remains out if they insist on coming down, but I think it would be best to arrange with a funeral home and I can prep whoever they decide on,” Claire advised.
Lindsay stood and tucked the file under her arm. “Thanks,” she said quietly and gave Claire’s shoulder a squeeze. She turned to Cindy, “I’ll call you later.”
“I’m just going to head to your place after work,” Cindy informed her.
“’Kay. Bye, ladies,” Lindsay offered before heading out the door to track down her partner.
The ride from the Delgado residence to the student apartment complex Amy lived in was quiet. There were a lot of things Lindsay loved about her job, the sound of handcuffs ratcheting around guilty wrists, the look on a victim’s face when they don’t have to be afraid anymore, the relief on the faces of loved ones when things work out well and if she were being honest, running down a suspect and catching them were fun too.
Some things she hated. Notifying families that their loved one wasn’t coming home was up there with having to tell a victim that there wasn’t enough evidence or information for them to do anything. The feeling of watching a perp slip through her fingers was equally frustrating. The Delgados didn’t take the information any better than most of the families she’d had to inform over the course of her career. The wife crumbled and the husband shortly after his wife. Amy was an only child.
Somehow, that always made it a little bit worse.
“You get to do the next notification,” Lindsay grumbled just as Jacoby pulled the car up to the curbside and put it in park.
The man next to her sighed, but agreed, “Okay.”
“So,” Lindsay looked out of her window and up at the building, “how do you want to go about this?”
“I’ve been reviewing the case notes, the uni’s didn’t do a bang up job with following up…”
“They didn’t have a body and there was no…” Lindsay tried to interject the buildup.
She failed.
“Lindsay, don’t. That’s no excuse for bullshit work. The case should have been handed off to an investigative team to do the follow up. It wasn’t. They didn’t bother putting together a time line for the girl and they did little follow up,” Jacobi groused
Lindsay put her hands up and shut up. She wasn’t a fan for half-assed work either, but she could sympathize with the underpaid uni’s…most times. Unless they were screwing up her crime scene and then it didn’t matter who they were.
“I figure we check with security first, see what we can find out there. Then we’ll go talk to the roommate and the list of friends that Cindy got for us.” Jacoby shouldered open his door and Lindsay followed.
“Cindy talked to Jill right after court. She’s going to have financial and phone records for us when we get back to the station,” Lindsay looked up from her phone. She keyed away from the text message and looked up at Jacobi.
Her partner nodded and held the door open for her. The lobby was generic at best. The only thing there besides poorly aged linoleum tile was a bank of mailboxes and a security desk. Behind the desk were two sets of glass doors that looked like they needed a fob for entrance.
“Where did Cindy talk to the roommate?” Jacobi whispered as they approached the desk and the dopey security guard stationed there.
Lindsay shrugged not really sure. “Maybe outside of a class or this building?” she guessed.
Jacobi put a hand on her left arm to halt their progress. His bushy right eyebrow raised in question. His lips puffed and pursed in annoyance. “And knowing Cindy…”
Rolling her eyes, Lindsay’s shoulders drooped and she admitted, “Probably, my wonderful girlfriend, got inside somehow and dropped by the room.”
“Which begs questions of how lax security could possibly be around here…”
“Oh, please, Jacobi. You’ve seen Cindy. She looks about as dangerous as Jackie Turner from the pep squad at my high school,” Lindsay groused.
Jacobi’s hands went to his hips, pushing back his sports coat and smirking at Lindsay. “Now I could either lay into you for the dig on Cindy’s age, the stereotypes or I can make fun of you about the pep squad. Would you like to pick?”
“You know what I meant,” Lindsay growled.
Jacobi waved his finger. “We all know looks are deceiving. I was just pointing out that if Cindy can talk her way into this place, then it must not be too hard to do.”
“Don’t underestimate her ability to babble someone into a coma so she can slip in the door,” Lindsay joked.
“That girl can talk,” Jacobi agreed as he flashed his badge at the guard. “Hi, I’m Ins. Jacobi, this is Ins. Boxer.”
“David James,” the guard introduced himself, standing to offer the inspectors his hand.
“Mr. James, you have a resident here, Amy Delgado. I’m afraid to say that she’s passed away and we need access to some of the security logs and residents for questioning,” Jacobi left no room for questions in his approach.
“I…” David stammered, clearly put off. “We can’t just…”
“Mr. James,” Lindsay stepped up, dropped her voice and leaned over the desk, “Our D.D.A. is already working on getting warrants for financial and phone information. You can help us here now or we can wait for Counselor Bernhardt to bring us the other paperwork.”
The man’s Adams apple bobbed up and down. His lips parted to answer before Lindsay warned him, “I get really, really mean when I have to wait.” She smiled at him. “Think about how mean you want me to be to you before you answer.”
“Uhm,” he licked his lips, “what do you need?”
Jacobi pulled out a pen, his notepad and began writing, “We’ll need the fob records for the dates listed here, who they belong too and security tapes if you have them and the numbers to the residences of these students.” He scribbled quickly then tore the sheet free to pass over to the guard.
Lindsay reached out and patted the stubbly cheek of the man and cooed, “You be quick and thorough about it, Davey.”
Mac leaned against the open door to Jill’s office and watched her girlfriend at work. The blonde had been scowling at two differing stacks of paperwork and taking notes since Mac had showed up. That was at least three minutes ago and Jill had yet to take notice that anyone was watching her.
Finally deciding that she’d been creepy long enough, Mac wrapped her knuckles on the open door to her left and said, “I can’t believe they just let anyone in here, can you?” She tilted her head and grinned.
Blinking, Jill looked up and focused in on Mac standing in the doorway, the woman’s shaggy dark hair slanted away from her face and bared a portion of creamy brown skin that she wanted to put her mouth on. She did decide to play along though, “Was there something I can help you with ma’am? I’m sure I can find whoever you’re looking for.”
Mac launched herself away from the door and stepped through, bringing along with her the bag of takeout she brought for Jill. “I was trying to find my girlfriend. About yea high,” Mac laid her hand flat and leveled it about Jill’s height, “blonde hair, blue eyes, killer legs. You wouldn’t have happened to see her around here would you? I brought her dinner since she canceled our plans.”
Jill stood, rounded the large oak desk and said, “I’ll keep an eye out for her, but…” she trailed off, running a fingernail down the exposed portion of her chest, popped the button on her blouse keeping her bra from being visible and continued, “wouldn’t you rather have dinner with me?”
A shiver ran down Mac’s spine at Jill’s tone, low and seductive. Her mouth dried up as she saw the teal lace of her girlfriend’s bra peak through the dark purple blouse. Swallowing, she found her voice and rasped, “As long as we don’t get caught.”
Jill beamed and pressed against Mac’s front, taking away the bag of food and dumping it on a chair to her right. Her other hand reached up to thread through thick brown locks and she walked them backwards until Jill slipped on top of her desk. Mac assisted by reaching down and hiking up the pencil skirt Jill had on to accommodate her resting between the lawyer’s parted knees.
Angling her head down, Mac pressed their lips together before sweeping her tongue out and requesting Jill’s permission to deepen the kiss. The lawyer groaned and parted her lips, stomach clenching at the feel and taste of Mac. Both hands threaded through Mac’s hair while Mac’s grip on the blonde’s hips tightened.
The skirt left little room for Jill to maneuver and alleviate the pressure that was building. Frustrated she shifted causing Mac to pull back, sucking in a lungful of air in the process. “Baby,” she panted, “you’re at work, we…”
“I know,” Jill groaned, feeling her stomach still fluttering and a heaviness settle between her legs. “I really want to though.”
Mac pressed their foreheads together and pecked Jill’s swollen lips. “Me too, but if you come over tonight I’ll take care of you.”
“Promise?” Jill whimpered against full lips.
“You didn’t kill me after our first night together…” Mac teased.
Jill groaned, but nodded. MacKenzie succeeded the other night and rocked Jill’s world.
The lawyer had never had complaints and she regularly outlasted her partners. More often than not, Jill thought they lacked in that department, but MacKenzie had kept up and kept Jill going for longer than she thought she was capable.
“You performed adequately,” Jill husked refusing to give Mac that much power.
“I’ll offer a repeat or an encore of the other night if you come early enough.” Mac kissed up Jill’s jaw line along her left side, swept her tongue along the shell of Jill’s ear before sucking on the upper part of her ear lobe, mindful of the diamond stud resting just below her lips.
“Deal,” the lawyer groaned and fisted the jean clad ass of the woman working her over.
“Bernhardt,” a cold voice barked from the entryway.
Jill’s head snapped up and she groaned at the vision of her boss standing just inside of her office, hands on narrow hips and shooting daggers at her and Mac.
“Fuck,” Jill hissed, causing Mac to pull Jill to her feet and fix the lawyer’s skirt before turning around to greet their unexpected visitor.
Mac sent the small Asian woman a winning smile and introduced herself, “Hi, MacKenzie St. Hill.”
Denise covered half the distance of the office and stopped short of accepting the hand in greeting. Instead, the woman folded her arms across her chest and snapped, “Acting District Attorney Denise Kwon, Jill’s boss.” Denise’s eyes narrowed as she dug into the blonde, “I warned you. Do you honestly think fucking anymore defense attorneys on your desk is going to win you any points?”
“We weren’t…” Jill tried to defend herself and her less than professional actions.
“Save it,” Denise stopped her.
Mac’s shoulders squared and she stepped more fully in front of the blonde. “Sex on desks?” Mac asked and turned her head to look at Jill over her shoulder. The lawyer’s chest and neck were flushed. She turned her attention back to Denise and offered another sweet smile. “Not what we were doing. We were discussing plans to have Jill come to my place tonight and I’m not a lawyer.”
Denise rolled her eyes and Mac chattered along, “I also brought dinner, probably enough to share, if you’d care to stay?” Mac’s offer was genuine and she could see the uncertainty creep into Denise’s eyes.
“Mac,” Jill hissed behind her.
Ignoring the lawyer behind her, Mac watched Denise turn on her heel and stride from the office, Jill’s door slamming closed in the wake of her departure. Dutifully, Mac stifled the smirk and turned to Jill.
She couldn’t get a read on the blonde, so she decided to keep it light, “So how many people have you had sex with in your office, or rather, on your desk?”
Jill’s mouth opened and closed a few seconds before she looked away from her girlfriend and buttoned up her blouse.
“Jill,” Mac said softly as an arm settled gently on the lawyer’s left shoulder. Jill looked up, somewhat confused by the calm features looking back at her. “You aren’t a saint. Trust me, it’s not a surprise. I’m far from one too…”
“Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jill spit as her arms folded across her chest and she took a step back.
Mac’s mouth snapped shut as she registered the immediate shift in Jill. Quickly, she ran through what she said, playing back her words and then blushed. “And I so just stuck my foot down my throat.”
A thin eyebrow rose curiously.
She licked her lips and back peddled, “What I meant, in better words, is that, I’m aware you have had sex before. Just like me. So, it’s okay, I’m not upset with your boss, who is kinda scary by the way, or about the sex in here.”
“I care that you would be upset because?” Jill snapped.
Mac’s hands buried deep in her jeans pockets as she spoke softly, “You just looked…I was trying to let you know that it doesn’t bother me…and really not everything’s about me, but…I just…uhm…” she stopped talking as Jill’s jaw became rigid. “I can go kick her ass if that’ll help me out here, Jill. I don’t want to fight and I’m going to continue to try and talk about this until you start talking to me,” Mac half-pleaded taking a tentative step towards her girlfriend. “So, I mean, for me, ‘cause I can’t tell what you’re thinking or feeling right now and I’d like to know so that maybe I can forget this conversation and focus more on making you uh, making sure that you’re treated the way that you deserve.”
“So, that wasn’t you calling me a slut?” Jill asked softening her tone slightly at the pleading look Mac was giving her.
The younger woman shook her head in response. “Absolutely not.”
Jill took a tentative step closer and pulled Mac to her. “Denise is a bitch.”
Mac nodded and slipped her arms around Jill’s waist. The blonde was still rigid and Mac’s lips curled up on the right side as she tried to sooth the woman in front of her, “Agreed.” She kissed the tip of Jill’s nose and said, “Why don’t we eat and I’ll let you get back to work. Then, if you’re still up for it, come over tonight, so I can make you forget the persons’ names you’ve slept with previously.” She wiggled her eyebrows and sighed when Jill finally relaxed against her.
The lawyer laid her head on Mac’s shoulder and nodded.
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