His Girl

Fishing Expeditions

*Daniel*

"Do you actually have any evidence to prove my clients guilt Detective?" My lawyer Michelle Grant asks the prick sat opposite me to busy ogling her tits to concentrate. What a dick, I mean yes she is stunning but she is also the best defense lawyer money can get. Right now she is my lawyer.

"Ballistics reports?" She continues when the fat prick, roughly about 50 remains silent. Again he eyes his partner nervously and its practically painful to not laugh at the idiocy of these two. I mean really, I am almost pissed I have to pay her for this I can't decide who is enjoying this more. Me or her.

"Witness or Victim statements, hmm?"

"Well the victim is still unconscious and there was no witnesses as it happened inside their apartment." He replies, proud that he has an answer for that question at least. At the thought of Mads I tense, I should be with her, I need to be with her.

"So gentleman this is a fishing expedition, yes? I thought as much. Well then..." She states confidently. Hang on Mads, I am coming. I will be there when you wake and I promise you will never suffer for me again.

"No..."

"Gentlemen you have held my client for 35 hours and you have jack shit. Correct? If you have any evidence then please, by all means do share. I would love to see something, anything you have would be better than what you have offered so far. Which may I remind you is speculation." She glances between the two and when they don't speak she continues. "Well gentlemen this has been fun but it's time we were off. Don't get up we will see ourselves out. You do find anything please do hesitate to get in touch. Goodbye."

"Now just you wait a minute..." Fat prick number 1 starts. "The victim was found inside a locked apartment that only Mr Cortez had access too. There was only the two of them in the apartment when she was shot and you want to tell me we have nothing? I think we have plenty to go on don't you Ms Grant..."

"Do you have a gun? No. Did my client consent to a full search of his apartment? Yes. What did that search give you? Nothing. Which Detective is exactly what you have isn't it. So when you have any real evidence rather than some make belief, trumped up theory that means you won't actually have to do any work to find out what happened to this poor girl and my client when they should have been safe in their own apartment, then you contact us but until the we will be on our way. Good day gentleman and I truly hope you pull your finger out and solve this soon."

They stand there with the jaws hitting the floor as she holds open the door for me and I casually stroll towards my freedom tossing them a smirk as she lets the door slam behind us. I appear cool and calm, I have plenty of practice. Inside I am raging, she got hurt. Is she going to live? I always knew I would be her downfall.

I arrive at the hospital not a minute to soon by the sound of it. I was expecting an unconscious Mads not for her to be screaming for me over again. Her voice sounds so frantic and raw that my heart twists at her screams. I take off running towards where she is. There are nurses surround her as she fights against them like the little spit fire she is.

"Madeline calm down princess, I am here now. It's okay. Relax."  I say as calmly as I can over the noise, hoping she hears me. I need her to hear me.

"Danny..." She gasps when her frantic, terrified eyes find mine through the chaos, then suddenly her body relaxes and her eyes close and the erratic beeping slows into a steady even beep. I continue standing there, frozen in time, taking in her body and the red bleeding through her hospital gown. I can't believe I let this happen to her... I am suppose to protect her and yet its my fault she got shot. I forgot with all the drama that we weren't alone.

"Who are you?" A young red headed nurse questions in what I think is suppose to be a seductive tone. Please love can't you see I am here for one girl, my girl. She lifts the gown not caring a damn about respecting Madeline modesty as she replaces the bandage.

"Daniel Cortez, I am Miss Rosa's next of kin." I reply not bothering to look her way. I only hope she officially took her Mamas name in the end. She agonized over ditching her Fathers but it helped her grieve for her Mama. She was never made to be a Vega. Her heart is too pure, like her Mama.

"Oh so you must be the mysterious Danny then?" She smirks and I just glare at her in response, she must get the hint as she quickly departs. Taking the bloody bandages yet leaving her in a bloody gown. This shit isn't going to fly.

"Bring me a clean gown, she is not staying in that one." I order and she scurries away fast. 

I take a seat next to Mads still in a daze, trying to take in her pale appearance, even asleep she looks troubled. This is my fault. Someone clears their throat and for the first time since the slutty nurse left I realize we are not alone. In the corner stands a well built bloke with his hazel eyes attempting to burn me with a glare.

"Who are you?" I snap not happy with his presence. Was he hear when the stupid bitch was flashing Madeline's body like she has the right.

"Madeline's boyfriend. Detective Blake Frost." He says smugly, as if he can intimidate me. I'm guess this is the prick she was fucking flirting and laughing with. Hardly a boyfriend from what I gathered they haven't even had a date. They won't have that date if I can help it. I am done fucking around with this. 

"Really... Funny she never mentioned you." I muse and his jaw tightens. Silly boy. I am well practiced with your kind. Police or Madeline's douche bags I hold both in the same regard.

"Well she never mentioned you either." He sneers but something in his eyes tells me he's lying, its a talent I have picked up over time. In my line of business you need to be able to read people and some people are easier than others. Unfortunately for him, the good detective is shit at it. Plus I know my Mads, she mentioned me. It's not cocky when it's the truth.

"Oh well sorry, I am Danny her best friend and room mate." I say politely returning his smug smile.

"I know who you are Mr Cortez. You are the reason she is in that bed." He states matter of fact and as much as I wish they weren't,his words are true. His words cut the way he intended and my only defense is a legal one. Go fucking figure.

"Careful Detective, this could be classed as harassment. I have already cleared this up with my lawyer and your colleagues. Maybe you should consult with them then try again." I sneer and turn my attention back to the sleeping angel in the bed. I can't believe she is dating him, a bloody pig as well. I am going to have to have stern words with her when she wakes up. I rest my head on the bed next to the hand I am still clutching on tightly for dear life to. I allow my eyes to close, completely ignoring the twat in the corner. She is mine, always has been, always will be and its about time I told her. Nothing else matters anymore.