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

Chapter 2

Yoko sighed as she tapped away at the keyboard. Each key made a satisfying snap under her long dragon nails.
"What's wrong, kiddo?" Her best friend and work mate, Bernie, asked, peering over the division between their desks "tuition fees got you down?" Yoko hadn't liked Lieutenant Sanders at first. He let his emotions drive him. His emotions made him swerve off course. And yet over the last five years they had become best friends. They seemed to entirely contrast each other, but their friendship made each of them more complete- two halves to a puzzle.
"Just tired" Yoko replied, not looking up as she struggled to focus on the report in front of her.
"Oh, come on Yolky." Bernie instantly saw through her white lie. "Come out with me tonight."
Yoko stopped typing and looked up to roll her eyes at Bernie. He knew she hated clubbing. He stared her down.
"Fine!" She screeched, throwing up her arms in surrender. Bernie smiled at her. He always won. Yoko tapped away a few more times, but soon enough gave up on the seemingly never-ending pile of paperwork. Grabbing Bernie and her black trench coat, she marched out of the office. She needed a drink.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Yoko slammed her empty glass on the bar in front of her. Whiskey. It was cheap, it wasn't smooth. But it got her drunk. And that was the main objective here. Bernie sat next to her, sipping a cosmopolitan and giggling to the bartender. What a slut, Yoko thought to herself. The bartender, not Bernie. Bernie would flirt but he would never take anyone home. The bartender, however, was practically grinding on the division between them as if it would get them closer to each other- closer to meaningless sex. Poor desperate bastard. She watched them flirt, feeling something close to longing. Not quite, though. Not if what came next was like what came next with John. Heartbreak was the only thing that happened with him. Yes, heartbreak. She shook herself for letting her emotions take over, wiping away the single tear that had escaped her eye. She turned away from Bernie and his conquest, and looked along the rest of the bar. It was mostly full of single women, like her but weaker- ready to fall in love for a night. But there, on the other side of the room and sipping an even cheaper whiskey than hers, Yoko spotted a man. He ignored the bimbos around him, focusing on his drink. His mouth was fixed into a smile but his eyes revealed his sadness, his thick dark eyebrows sweeping down into a half-frown. He looked up, making eye contact with her for only a second before throwing a fifty onto the bar and shrugging into his navy suit jacket. He pressed a cigarette in between his thin lips, getting to the door before lighting it up. The flame of the lighter reflected on his face, making him glow gold. That's the end of that, then, Yoko thought. Whatever that was. She sighed. Turning back to Bernie (who was now being kissed on the cheek by the bartender, practically folded in half over the mahogany surface between them), Yoko opened her mouth to say her goodbyes. Bernie nodded, quickly turning back to make out with slut. Fucking whore.

Stumbling out into the cold night air, Yoko pulled a cigarette out of her back pocket. She never normally smoked- lung cancer and all that risk barely seemed worth it- but tonight she felt she deserved it. She flicked the lighter against the end, waiting for the spark to light. Nothing happened. She tried again to no avail. Typical. Giving up, she threw the empty lighter to the ground, crushing it beneath her sensible shoe. But when she looked back up, she found the good-looking stranger in front of her. He held his own lighter in front of her. She leaned in, catching the scent of his cologne. She instantly identified it- the cologne John used to wear. Well, that blew it. She thanked him for the light, blowing smoke into his face almost accidentally, and began to walk away. She only got a few steps away before she felt him grab her arm forcefully. "I'm not letting you go that easily." He whispered into her ear, a sexy southern drawl that made Yoko turn back. She blew smoke in his face again, this time on purpose. No one told Detective Ono what to do. He picked the cigarette out of her mouth, taking a drag before dropping it to the tarmac pavement. The end continued to glow as the nameless stranger stepped closer to her, closing the gap. Without another word he placed his lips on hers, kissing her. She knew how to stop this- her self defence skills had earned her prestige within the police department- but she didn't fight back. Instead she pressed against him, taking control. He matched the pressure, biting her lip then moving his tongue into her moist, cavernous mouth.

Maybe the sound proofing in her apartment would come in handy.