A Crooked Bullet

Chapter 1

"Bullet!" my name is called out through the precinct. My green eyes look up and see an angry Detective Dalton Storm walking towards. "Is there a reason you're at my desk?"

Right, he didn't like it when I just showed up and propped my feet up on his desk. Even though this was crazy comfortable. Dalton stands above me glaring at me. Dalton Storm was a total looker, even when he looked like he was about to kill me. His gray button down was tucked into his dark slacks and paired with a dark blue tie. His black hair was tousled and pushed up and away from his face. He had stormy grey eyes that perfectly fit his name. The broad shoulders, the cop attitude and the 5 O'clock shadow made all the ladies go mad.

While Dalton Storm was dressed like Matthew Gray Gubler on his way to the runway, I looked like a hot mess. Since my uniform was trashed intercepting a call, I was dressed in a pair of sweats and a red tank top while a courier was bringing me a spare.

"Oh its really quite simple Detective Storm" I say looking up at him. I pull my short blond hair from its ponytail, the ends of the wet strands tickle the middle of my neck.

"I fell in a mud pit while breaking up a rave and I had to wash my hair so I came to use a showers. Then, I thought to visit my good friend Detective Dalton Storm and give him a present" I explain while smiling sweetly towards Dalton. I blow a bubble in my Dr. Pepper flavored gum.

"What is it?" he asks skeptically.

"This" I state. I shake my head frantically. water flying from my hair and across his desk

"Ay! Ay!" he pushes my rolly chair away from his desk. He frantically dusts the water off the files on his desk. "Get out of Here Bullet!"

I laugh as my chair rolls away from. I scoot back to Dalton's desk as he cleans the water off his desk, still laughing.

"Theres a reason you beat cops dont get desks" Dalton says.

"Its cause we are out doing the hard part of your job" I josh.

"I already said get out of here Bullet!" Dalton argues.

"Well, I am taking this wheely chair" I say, blowing another bubble in my gum.

"Charlie!" I look up and see the face of Kira Page, running towards me. Kira Page was a beat cop at the precinct, and was usually my partner. Except today she was finishing up some paper work before she went into the field, so I left without her. Her long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail showing off her tan oval face and her bright blue eyes. Her whole face spelled out her "What did my partner manage to screw up now?" look. Which was a mix of anger and concern. "I heard about the rave, are you OK?".

"I fell into a mud pit, not a minefield" I say sarcastically. "I'm perfectly fine".

"Thank god you're Oka-Did we get a new coffee machine?" Kira asks pointing to the machine against the wall. Nice to know I was important only for a mere moment.

"Yep its magnificent" Dalton responds.

"I'll be right back" Kira says walking to the coffee machine.

"Your files are fine Storm" I point out. "Just chill!". I prop my feet back up on Dalton's desk and he quickly shoves my feet off his desk.

"Its not your head if they aren't!" he argues. I blow a bubble in my gum and smile as Dalton picks his files up off his desk and throws them on a nearby desk.

"Will you stop it with the damn gum!" Dalton shouts. "And will you get out of my chair!"

"The gum only really bothers you Storm" I argue.