The Zodiac Killer a Ted Cruz and Yoko Ono fanfic (discontinued)

Chapter 1

Detective Yoko Ono had never been the cuddly type. She was a stereotypical cop: overworked, under-sensitive, and fuelled by coffee mixed with two hours of sleep. She sipped her morning coffee now, the alarm clock counting it's way down to five a.m.
Too slow.
If she left now to go to the police station, she would be there by 5:13. She didn't want to be there until 5:45. Well, she did want to be there. It's just that it would mean starting paper work early. If she waited around a little longer, she might get called out to real detective work without having to fill out the godawful forms that came with it. She hated filling out forms. They were the worst part of her divorce from her ex husband John. The best part was saying goodbye to that motherfucker (a term that for him was all too literal, as his expression of "peace and love" had apparently been extended to both of Yoko's parents).
She screamed loudly, enjoying the fact that no one could hear her in her sound-proofed apartment. The time was still passing too slowly. It frustrated her. Being idle always had. That was part of what had drawn her to John. He hated being idle too. He like to fill up her time. He liked to fill up her pussy once, too. But her version of sex was methodical and planned. He had gotten bored. Wanted to try new things. Yoko didn't do new. She had worn the same panties since the ninth grade. She knew what she liked. She drained the last of her coffee (black, no sugar) and placed her mug on the side. And then she left for work.