Arranged Marriage (Completed)

Sleeping Beauty

Ally's pov

I burst into Tori's office only to be greeted with her and Lauren half naked sucking Tori's face. I shielded my eyes. "Jauregui! Break in the case. The pajamas. Yall have an address." I chanced upon a peak, and they were both dressed now. I smirked at Tori.

"Thanks, Ally" Lauren gave Tori a peck on the lips before leaving.

"I already called the Chief to get us a warrant." Dinah appeared from behind me. She kissed my forehead. Before rushing off.

"Y'all be careful out there." I yelled and they threw up a thumbs up as they sprinted to the elevators. I looked back at Tori. "We have a lot to discuss but not now. We have to actually do some work today."

"I agree. My place tonight for girl talk?" Tori asked.

"Works for me."

I headed to my office to check my email. The DNA report came in two minutes ago. It matched a man named Simon Cowell. His picture popped up on the screen. There was no doubt that this is the same man that Ms. Robbie's roommate took a picture of. I called Dinah and told her this new information. I could hear Lauren calling for backup.

I couldn't just sit and wait here. I grabbed Bebe and we went to the scene.

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Dinah's pov

I called the Chief to get us a warrant when we were still at the station.

"Simon Cowell. British. He has an ex-wife and one step child. A daughter. He is Ex-military. Served three years. Dishonorable discharge. In and out of jail for possession of illegal drugs, statutory rape, assault and battery, and rape. In total he has spent a total of eighteen years in jail." Lauren said.

"None of that explains why he is killing now. What triggered him?" I drifted onto the next street almost hitting an old lady who decided to cross the street.

"Let's see. His now ex-wife, Jamie pressly, filed for a divorce a little over a year ago. It was finalized two months ago. So before we found Ms. Weaving. His ex-wife has been missing for six weeks now. Her daughter, Emma Mackey, reported her missing. Ms. Pressly looks a lot like the victims. She even has blonde hair and blue eyes. She was born and raised in the states. This has to be the reason why he snapped." Lauren continued. 

We got to the Cowell residence. I tugged my bullet proof vest to make sure it was secure. Swat arrived just in time. I kicked down the door. We swept the first and second floor before making our way into the basement. I heard loud music. We entered the basement and the foul smell that assaulted my senses was so strong. It smelt like something rotting. I wanted to puke. There was a man, lying on his back with a needle sticking out of his arm. Luckily, someone from Switzerland yelled freeze because I refused to open my mouth and taste the air. The man was indeed dead, and it was Simon. He wrote a suicide note confessing to his crimes and apologizing to his step daughter. Once Ally confirms this was Simon, the case will be closed. We found the rest of the pajama sets and where he kept the females hostage. We also located his tattoo gun, ink, and needles. He had pictures of his victims located in his bedroom. I guessed he did not get a lot of visitors.

Ally and her team arrived five minutes later to process the scene. She seemed distant. She had only been referring to me as Detective or Hansen. She barely looked at me. She was probably regretting our kiss. I needed to talk to her. They got a lot of blood samples from the scene. We should have gotten them back in a couple of weeks or so. I tell Ally that Lauren and I are leaving, and she just nods before continuing her work.

Lauren and I left to file some paperwork. I just couldn't shake this feeling that my world is about to crumble down.

"So what's going on between you and Ally?" Lauren asked.

"The same thing that is going on between you and Tori" I responded.

"We've only kissed a few times. Nothing else. What about y'all? Did you attack her pink fortress?" Lauren wiggled her eyebrows.

"If anything, I'll be the one getting attacked." I muttered under my breath.

"Huh. What was that?" she asked.

"I said. 'No, we've only kissed twice'" I lied.

"That's not what you said but I'm going to let you sly." She smirked.

"So you've finally got Tori to notice you? How did that happen?" I said, looking at the road.

"Well thanks to you and your lovely fiancé, we got close because of the wedding planning. We started talking about how we want our futures to look and we had a lot of  the same goals in life. Dinah, she is amazing and I really think that she is the one."

"She wants to retire and move to Alaska to raise chickens too?" I asked.

"You knew I meant Alabama. Are you ever going to let that one go?" Lauren smacked my arm.

"Hey, I'm driving. and nope"

"Ugh, and No, she wants to raise a family. She puts her family over her career just like me. I like that."

Damn, now that I think about it me and Ally were both career driven women. If we wanted a family one day, would I have to make all of the sacrifices? No, now was not the time to make assumptions. I looked at my best friend who was grinning like the idiot she was, and my fear dissipated. "Ou! You and little miss Tori Kelly must have a strong bond. You two were already ripping each other's clothes off."

I didn't have to look at her to see how hard she was blushing. "Yeah, one thing just led to another. You know. I'm seeing her again tonight after we celebrate. We should go on a double date soon."

"Yeah sounds great to me, but take her on some real dates before we go on a double date."

"Obviously, I will." She rolled her eyes

We arrived at the station and the Chief congratulated us.

I stared at the clock as another minute went by. Another minute that added to my anxiety. It had been three whole hours, and Ally still wasn't back. Should I text her or not? I don't want to come off as clingy. Fuck it. I texted her that we need to talk and to tell me what time worked best for her. She just needed some time to process.

My shift ended and Ally had yet to message me back. I got home and decided to paint one of the birdhouses that I built last week. I had three that I needed to finish. I changed into my ripped up overalls and picked up a can of cosmic berry paint. I put my 'If Ally rejects you' playlist on shuffle and turned the music up to drown out any surrounding noise. I didn't want to think about anything other than these birdhouses. I sat at my work bench and started mixing the paint. Big girls don't cry when Fergie starts playing. I sang to myself and focused on the birdhouse, making sure that it didn't run. I didn't notice that I was crying until I noticed my hand shaking. I rubbed the tears away and started on the next house. For this one, I wanted it to look like a red brick house. I opened the can of paint and once again lost myself in the music. I let the melodies take me away from my reality.