Fic: A Little Evil Comes A Long Way (Kahlan/Cara) 8/33
Title: A Little Evil Comes A Long Way
Author: raug_moss
Pairings: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: NC-17
A/N: modern AU
A/N2: someone asked for more Cara and here it is! although no Kahlan/Cara yet... *crickets in the background* ... I know, I know but I promise we're getting there!
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Cara groans quietly and bends over her desk to rest her forehead on her hands.
“So you got a lead on that drug-related murder?” Richard asks as he appears out of nowhere and leans with his hip against her desk. She doesn’t like it when he does that. It feels like he’s shoving his crotch way too close to where her face is. She glares up at him and immediately straightens.
“No. I’ve got nothing. Not even a tiny trace. There are only dead ends. The ice appears on one end of town, we lose sight of it and suddenly it’s all over. And as an additional gift there’s a pile of dead bodies too.”
Cara throws her hands up in defeat but then turns the movement into stretching her arms above her head.
“Maybe you should work more closely with the drug department...”
“I ain’t working with those idiots. They don’t know how to solve a murder let alone a series of them. They can only chase white powder and not even that very efficiently.”
“Just don’t let ‘em hear that.” Richard warns.
Cara opens a folder on her desk and sighs. “Remember what Searge used to tell us in our second year?”
Richard nods slowly. “Something about if a name appears three or more times during an investigation then that person is most likely the subject we’re looking for.”
“Exactly!” Cara slaps her palm onto the folder.
“And?” Richard asks, raising his eyebrows.
“I don’t like it.” She folds her arms in front of her chest and sighs, leaning back in her chair.
“Cypher! You ready to go?” One of their colleagues walks over to them, ready to end the day with a cold beer.
“Yeah, coming. Cara would you like to...?”
“No.” The blonde detective interrupts him. She’s never made a habit out of going out with her colleagues after work, simply because she doesn’t want to see them in an inebriated state. She respects the people she works with and wouldn’t want to jeopardize that.
“Alright, fine.” Richard puffs out his chest at the rejection and walks off to get his things.
They’ve been friends ever since the academy and somehow ended up in the same unit.
Sometimes she thinks that Richard is the only cop who still lives by a strict moral code. Everything he does, he does from the deepest depths of his heart and Cara has made it a secret vow to protect him with everything she has. He’s like the little brother she never thought she wanted.
The office is empty when Cara looks around and she can’t help but sigh. Do they all just leave too early or does she stay too late?
She guesses that it’s the latter and purses her lips.
She opens the folder on her desk and taps her fingertips on the name written there. The one that’s shown up over and over. It’s underlined twice and taunts her with its popularity - Desmond Dewitt.
“Mason!” A gruff voice calls and promptly interrupts Cara's musings. She’s obviously not the last the one in the office.
“Yes chief?”
“You gonna be there tomorrow night?” The elderly man moves his sizeably belly toward her desk. Cara scrunches up her nose and looks up at her boss. “You know I don’t like...”
“Nonsense! C’mon Mason, you’re one of the best we’ve got and you’re a woman too. We need to show you ‘round a little!”
He grins at her and his chubby cheeks move upward.
“It’s an order,” he says suddenly serious again. “Understood?”
“Yes sir.” Cara clenches her jaw and nods. There are so so many things she’d rather do on a Saturday night, but there really seems no way around it.
Her boss pats her shoulder with a beefy hand. “Go home Mason, tomorrow’s another day.”
He walks past her and out of the office.
“Yeah, another wonderful, peachy day. I’m so freaking lucky.” She grumbles quietly as she gets ready to head home herself.
She can already see Mrs Johnson’s delighted grin when she tells her that she’s going to be out tomorrow night. She always pushes Cara to have an actual social life away from work, but has never succeeded in convincing the blonde to just go out and have fun. There are always more important things that need to be taken care of. Always a case to be solved.
The detective massages the bridge of her nose with forefinger and thumb. She’s going to have to dig out her old uniform from the back of her closet and that does not make her a happy woman, at all.
Suddenly her cell starts vibrating in her pocket, shaking her out of her reverie.
“What?” she barks after flipping the device open. She scans the empty office with her eyes out of habit.
“You seem in a bad mood today.” A male voice chuckles. Cara sighs quietly but can’t help the little smile that curves her lips upward. “You might’ve just woken me.”
“No I didn’t.”
“How do you know?”
“You’re never asleep around this time, for all I know you’re probably still in the office.” Cara raises her eyebrows slightly at this accurate guess. “Well, fine. I was not asleep. So what’s up?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me soon, or breakfast...”
Leo always asked her out on dates. However miserable she treated him, he always forgave her.
It seems like he really, truly and honestly had feelings for Cara but the blonde just can’t bring herself to give him everything he would deserve.
She likes Leo though, he’s a good guy, the stable choice. He works for the government as some kind of high ranking official and he accepts her job simply because he knows how much it means to her.
And every time she decides to take him up on an invitation she has a good time and enjoys herself.
But there’s just something missing. A spark. That moment when you just can’t resist, when there’s an undeniably attraction that makes the rest of the world disappear.
But she knows that she wants something that probably doesn’t even exist.
She realizes that she’s been silent for quite a long time and clears her throat. “Yeah, I’d like to have dinner with you soon. Tomorrow I’m kinda busy but let’s talk the day after that again and we’ll figure it out.”
She can hear the grin in his voice as he answers. “Sounds like a date then. I’ll call you. Do go home though, it’s late.”
Cara smiles slightly and leans back in her chair. “I will. Goodnight.”
“Night.”
She ends the call, shoves the cell back into her pants pocket and moves her head from one side to the other contemplatively to loosen the tense muscles in her neck and shoulders.
Leo’s a great guy, maybe even the right one. Cara chews on the inside of her cheek and nods to herself. She’s going to give them a chance and maybe something good will come of it.
There’s only so much loneliness a person can take in a lifetime and she sure has had her share.
But she wouldn’t be a detective if she didn’t ponder on things endlessly. What is it that she feels is missing with Leo?
He is attractive, sure as hell. He turns many women’s heads and she can’t deny that she finds him good-looking. But it isn’t like she wants to tear his clothes off at any moment. Shouldn’t it be more like that?
Of course that is a very superficial way of looking at a person. She is interested in what he has to say as well, but sometimes she’s found her thoughts wandering when he would drone on about his work and the importance of his position.
Where was the danger? The thrill? Truth be told she really shouldn’t want for any more excitement by having the job she did, but still.
Cara smiles for a moment at her own train of thought before it screeches to halt in the next station.
She remembers a moment when there’s been something like a spark running through her body and it’s happened not too long ago.
Cara rubs her forehead with the palm of her hand and sighs. She doesn’t even like people with blue eyes...
Chapter 9
Author: raug_moss
Pairings: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: NC-17
A/N: modern AU
A/N2: someone asked for more Cara and here it is! although no Kahlan/Cara yet... *crickets in the background* ... I know, I know but I promise we're getting there!
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Cara groans quietly and bends over her desk to rest her forehead on her hands.
“So you got a lead on that drug-related murder?” Richard asks as he appears out of nowhere and leans with his hip against her desk. She doesn’t like it when he does that. It feels like he’s shoving his crotch way too close to where her face is. She glares up at him and immediately straightens.
“No. I’ve got nothing. Not even a tiny trace. There are only dead ends. The ice appears on one end of town, we lose sight of it and suddenly it’s all over. And as an additional gift there’s a pile of dead bodies too.”
Cara throws her hands up in defeat but then turns the movement into stretching her arms above her head.
“Maybe you should work more closely with the drug department...”
“I ain’t working with those idiots. They don’t know how to solve a murder let alone a series of them. They can only chase white powder and not even that very efficiently.”
“Just don’t let ‘em hear that.” Richard warns.
Cara opens a folder on her desk and sighs. “Remember what Searge used to tell us in our second year?”
Richard nods slowly. “Something about if a name appears three or more times during an investigation then that person is most likely the subject we’re looking for.”
“Exactly!” Cara slaps her palm onto the folder.
“And?” Richard asks, raising his eyebrows.
“I don’t like it.” She folds her arms in front of her chest and sighs, leaning back in her chair.
“Cypher! You ready to go?” One of their colleagues walks over to them, ready to end the day with a cold beer.
“Yeah, coming. Cara would you like to...?”
“No.” The blonde detective interrupts him. She’s never made a habit out of going out with her colleagues after work, simply because she doesn’t want to see them in an inebriated state. She respects the people she works with and wouldn’t want to jeopardize that.
“Alright, fine.” Richard puffs out his chest at the rejection and walks off to get his things.
They’ve been friends ever since the academy and somehow ended up in the same unit.
Sometimes she thinks that Richard is the only cop who still lives by a strict moral code. Everything he does, he does from the deepest depths of his heart and Cara has made it a secret vow to protect him with everything she has. He’s like the little brother she never thought she wanted.
The office is empty when Cara looks around and she can’t help but sigh. Do they all just leave too early or does she stay too late?
She guesses that it’s the latter and purses her lips.
She opens the folder on her desk and taps her fingertips on the name written there. The one that’s shown up over and over. It’s underlined twice and taunts her with its popularity - Desmond Dewitt.
“Mason!” A gruff voice calls and promptly interrupts Cara's musings. She’s obviously not the last the one in the office.
“Yes chief?”
“You gonna be there tomorrow night?” The elderly man moves his sizeably belly toward her desk. Cara scrunches up her nose and looks up at her boss. “You know I don’t like...”
“Nonsense! C’mon Mason, you’re one of the best we’ve got and you’re a woman too. We need to show you ‘round a little!”
He grins at her and his chubby cheeks move upward.
“It’s an order,” he says suddenly serious again. “Understood?”
“Yes sir.” Cara clenches her jaw and nods. There are so so many things she’d rather do on a Saturday night, but there really seems no way around it.
Her boss pats her shoulder with a beefy hand. “Go home Mason, tomorrow’s another day.”
He walks past her and out of the office.
“Yeah, another wonderful, peachy day. I’m so freaking lucky.” She grumbles quietly as she gets ready to head home herself.
She can already see Mrs Johnson’s delighted grin when she tells her that she’s going to be out tomorrow night. She always pushes Cara to have an actual social life away from work, but has never succeeded in convincing the blonde to just go out and have fun. There are always more important things that need to be taken care of. Always a case to be solved.
The detective massages the bridge of her nose with forefinger and thumb. She’s going to have to dig out her old uniform from the back of her closet and that does not make her a happy woman, at all.
Suddenly her cell starts vibrating in her pocket, shaking her out of her reverie.
“What?” she barks after flipping the device open. She scans the empty office with her eyes out of habit.
“You seem in a bad mood today.” A male voice chuckles. Cara sighs quietly but can’t help the little smile that curves her lips upward. “You might’ve just woken me.”
“No I didn’t.”
“How do you know?”
“You’re never asleep around this time, for all I know you’re probably still in the office.” Cara raises her eyebrows slightly at this accurate guess. “Well, fine. I was not asleep. So what’s up?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me soon, or breakfast...”
Leo always asked her out on dates. However miserable she treated him, he always forgave her.
It seems like he really, truly and honestly had feelings for Cara but the blonde just can’t bring herself to give him everything he would deserve.
She likes Leo though, he’s a good guy, the stable choice. He works for the government as some kind of high ranking official and he accepts her job simply because he knows how much it means to her.
And every time she decides to take him up on an invitation she has a good time and enjoys herself.
But there’s just something missing. A spark. That moment when you just can’t resist, when there’s an undeniably attraction that makes the rest of the world disappear.
But she knows that she wants something that probably doesn’t even exist.
She realizes that she’s been silent for quite a long time and clears her throat. “Yeah, I’d like to have dinner with you soon. Tomorrow I’m kinda busy but let’s talk the day after that again and we’ll figure it out.”
She can hear the grin in his voice as he answers. “Sounds like a date then. I’ll call you. Do go home though, it’s late.”
Cara smiles slightly and leans back in her chair. “I will. Goodnight.”
“Night.”
She ends the call, shoves the cell back into her pants pocket and moves her head from one side to the other contemplatively to loosen the tense muscles in her neck and shoulders.
Leo’s a great guy, maybe even the right one. Cara chews on the inside of her cheek and nods to herself. She’s going to give them a chance and maybe something good will come of it.
There’s only so much loneliness a person can take in a lifetime and she sure has had her share.
But she wouldn’t be a detective if she didn’t ponder on things endlessly. What is it that she feels is missing with Leo?
He is attractive, sure as hell. He turns many women’s heads and she can’t deny that she finds him good-looking. But it isn’t like she wants to tear his clothes off at any moment. Shouldn’t it be more like that?
Of course that is a very superficial way of looking at a person. She is interested in what he has to say as well, but sometimes she’s found her thoughts wandering when he would drone on about his work and the importance of his position.
Where was the danger? The thrill? Truth be told she really shouldn’t want for any more excitement by having the job she did, but still.
Cara smiles for a moment at her own train of thought before it screeches to halt in the next station.
She remembers a moment when there’s been something like a spark running through her body and it’s happened not too long ago.
Cara rubs her forehead with the palm of her hand and sighs. She doesn’t even like people with blue eyes...
Chapter 9