She Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty (Mike Fuentes)

Two.

Mike's POV

I flick my cigarette butt and crush it with my heel before I head back into Logan's home. I was not sure what made me so angry with his little sister besides the fact she put a gun in my face and she apologized but I know I am about to get major shit for being a dick.

I shove the door open and shut it behind me before heading to where the noise was coming from. Jaime, Tony, Vic and Logan were sitting around some pizza and laughing, which died down as I entered the room. I expect it to be Vic or Jaime to nag me first but it's actually Logan who gets me first. He stands from his seat and is in my face in quick steps.

"She is my baby sister Mike and we just started this friendship but mark my words tonight will the first and last time you disrespect her in anyway. Are we clear?" His words came out slow and menacingly and part of me knows he means every word.

"Crystal," My response comes out as unintentionally sarcastic which causes Logan to grab me by my shirt. Vic stands up and comes between us, pushing Logan back towards the table.

"He's serious Mike and so am I. Do not be rude to Cass again otherwise I will personally punch you before Logan does."
I mumble an 'okay' and grab a slice of pizza off the table. I may not have been with her for a long time but Logan's sister was pretty damn hot and if I wasn't so pissed for having a gun shoved in my face the first night I met her, I probably would have tried to get with her. Conversation starts back up again in the room so I'm guessing Logan got the stick that was buried in his ass out. If I am going to be staying here for the rest of the night I am going to be under the influence at least. I walk back outside and pull a baggie with a blunt in it and my lighter out. At least now I'l be relaxed until tomorrow morning or whenever Logan's sister comes home.

Cass's POV

(Warning: Violence other topics that might make people uncomfortable)

As I'm driving to my crime scene I cannot believe that I possibly just met the rudest person on planet earth, and I'm a cop so that says something. I haven't even known Mike for a whole day and he already seems like someone I'm going to hate for the rest of my life and especially if my brother is working with him, I'll be seeing him a lot for no reason and I am not looking forward to any of it.

I park my car along the curb and see Carlos a little beyond the yellow crime scene tape. Carlos holds it up for me as I make my way towards our newest case. Once I reach the body which our medical examiner Chad was leaning over, I look around for any cameras or people observing.

"Cause of death?" Carlos asks looking down at the young girl. She couldn't be more than 19 years old. It upsets me to extreme measures how someone could do this to another human.

"Blunt force trauma," Chad lifts her head and turns it so we can see the blood matted in her hair on the center of her skull. "Your perp must have smashed her head repeatedly on the ground after he was done with her because there are plenty of fluids in between her legs."

I shake my head and pull my hair into a ponytail before putting on a pair of gloves and squatting down to the body. A heart shaped necklace on her catches my attention and I open it to see a photo of her and what I am assuming is her family.

"Found her ID Cass, her name is Charlotte." Carlos says staring down at a student ID. I nod my head and tilt my head at Carlos signaling that we should go do a canvas around here to see if anyone heard or saw anything. We walk across the street from our crime scene to a mini mart and I toss my gloves into a wastebasket by the front door.

Carlos and I walk over to the cashier and I use my badge to tap against the barrier. "Sir, can you tell us if your security cameras pointing across the street work?" The man looking back and me is short, round and bald with wrinkly skin. "My, my they sure didn't have officers like you back in my day." I smile at the old man and ask again if his cameras are in service. "Yes ma'am they do, I work overnight so not having them work would not be very good for a little old guy like me, ha!" Carlos asks him for a copy of last nights footage while I check my phone for any messages from Logan. I begin to quickly type one out while Carlos gets the tape. By the time I am done, Carlos is ready to go back to the precinct and as we go out the door I shout back inside the store, "Go home! It's late!"

The crime scene is almost done being cleaned up as I get back into my car and head back to the precinct to make a little dent in this case. Carlos and I will notify the family in the morning when it is not so late at night. As I drive down the streets of late night San Diego streets, the Bluetooth in my car starts ringing and sure enough it is Logan calling me.

"How may I help you, big brother?" He chuckles at my greeting and then yawns. "I was just checking on you. I'm about to crash any minute and wanted to let you know the guys crashed in the basement so you don't pull your gun out anymore." I chuckle and reassure him that I won't be pointing my .9 millimeter in any more of his friends faces. We talk for a bit more until I pull into my parking spot at the precinct. "Night Head Hunter, send my greetings to dad." He laughs before hanging up.

I shake my head and laugh as I get out of the car and head inside.  Carlos is already sitting at his desk staring at our large whiteboard and this obnoxiously large computer monitor that was installed last year. I still do not know how to work the damned thing.

"So what had you pulling up to the scene looking so upset?" I shake my head at him as I free my hair from it's ponytail. I have dealt with a lot of assholes in my time but Mike was the first to get under my skin so quickly, I've never experienced anything like that before in my life.

"So you know how Logan is working with a new band,right?" Carlos nods and tells me to go on. "Well he forgot to inform me that he would be coming home with his work and I was awoken to the sound of unfamiliar voices in my home, so naturally I arm myself with my gun."

Carlos lets out a hoot of laughter and kicks his feet up on his desk. "Hunter, please don't tell me you pulled your gun out on the people who work with your brother." I roll my eyes and cross my arms. "Anyways, after I apologized to them, one of them, this tall lanky motherfucking asshole was just being a dick to me. Even after I apologized! So now I hate him but I have to deal with him because he is going to be around a lot more often."

Carlos is still laughing and asks me about Mike. It bugs me just thinking about him. Which is also a shame because if he wasn't such a dick he would be very attractive. I kick that thought out of my head as quickly as it came in. 

"Let's start this."

Carlos starts writing down everything we have already on the white board while I search up all of Charlottes information in any of the databases I can find. I am in for a long night and it will be so worth it for whoever hurt this girl. She was enrolled at the nearby community college and sure enough was only 19, she was three weeks shy of her 20th birthday.  She was a beautiful young girl with bright red-orange hair that was extremely curly.

"I'm gonna play the security tape, Cass." Carlos says from the monitor. I look up from my computer and turn to face the screen just as you see headlights flash against the scene of the crime, followed by Charlotte running into the frame and someone covered from head to toe limps after her, and grabs her hair and throws her to the pavement, hard I might add before getting on top of her and raping her. After he picks up her skull to smash into the ground a few more times, I make Carlos stop the video and run my hands through my hair a few times. It never gets easier seeing things that graphic but its the job.

Since we had not much else to go on, Carlos suggested we go back home and sleep to come back in the morning with fresh eyes. We agree to meet at my house at 10 am so we can alert the family and see what the autopsy brings up.

I left my home hours ago. When I return there is an asswipe standing outside smoking what looked like a cigarette from my car. I get out of my car and walk towards the car and take a breath.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I growl. Mike gives me a blank stare and shrugs his shoulders. "You really are not smoking pot outside of a fucking police officers house." He smirks at me and reminds me that weed is legal in California and that he has a medical card. I roll my eyes and take myself inside before he makes me want to taze him.

  "Fucking prick," I mumble to myself as I settle into bed.