The Jovians: Meet Them

Chapter 1

~~Officer Gabrielle Aldany~~

I stared unflinchingly at the muscular lines running down his arms, the curves of his biceps, the sweat dripping down his neck to his bulging six-packs. The beauty of the curves and lines defining his abdomen shook me to my core, and all I could do was stare at this masterpiece.

"You are staring." A deep male voice interrupted my silent adoration.

"Of course I'm staring Roger." I rolled my eyes at the officer sitting next to me in the squad car. "Why do you think I requested Saturday mornings for our patrol?"

"Because your father stays home on Saturday mornings, and whenever you're both home alone, well . . . you know what happens." Roger said in between bites of his donut. After four years of serving as a police in this district, I had learnt that you couldn't expect to have happy cops without a constant supply of free and readily available donuts. Most of the guys just ate and ate until you'd think they'd blow up, but surprisingly, they'd still have space for one more. Not Roger though. He had one donut every twelve hours, and went to the gym every six. He had such a physique, sometimes I would forget that he was married and just want to eat him up. Sadly, like I had been told more times than I wished to remember, there were boundaries. Boundaries! What a silly word. If you want to screw your partner, then go for it, and let the boundaries and boundary protectors screw themselves!

"It's such a beautiful day." I yawned "Would have made a great morning to sleep in. Right Rog?" I called him Rog just to piss him off; our patrols were usually boring without a little sparring.

"Call for back up!" he yelled.

"What?"

"Call for back up. Someone just murdered your shirtless friend." Roger twisted the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life, he started the alarm and drove forward towards the crowd that was gathering around the victim.

"Back up needed!" I yelled into the radio. "Man down! Back up needed. Aldany and Mathews, squad car 23, Area 5 zone 6, Juggers Park near the square." I looked at the scene that was unfolding as Roger stopped the car and we stepped out, carefully placing our right hands on our holsters, and using our left to clear a way through the crowd of onlookers.

"Did you see what happened?" I asked the onlookers as we walked through.

"There was no sound! Not even a gunshot!"

"He just dropped down and he was gone."

"He was here one minute and the next he wasn't"

We finally cleared a way through the bystanders and got a better look at the scene. The man I had been admiring was there on the ground, with what looked like three bullet wounds in his chest surrounded by a pool of his own blood.

"What a waste." I sighed.

"Seriously Aldany." Roger chided, before approaching a woman who knelt by the body weeping.

"I was just being honest." I mumbled.

Roger tapped the crying woman on the shoulder. "Ma'am," he started once he got her attention, "Did you know him?"

She got up slowly, wiping her bloody arms on her white Sam's designer sports shirt. I couldn't help but think about the cost of the beautiful shirt she had just ruined . . . well if she could afford to wear a two hundred tenk shirt for a daily run, then she could probably afford to ruin it.

"He was my partner." She replied between sobs.

"You mean husband?" I asked

"If I meant husband, I would have said husband wouldn't I?" she snapped at me.