Blood on Our Hands [Rated R]

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

            “Okay!” Lieutenant Wilson's loud voice rang throughout the briefing room.  He had a yardstick in his hand and pointed to the first note inside of an evidence bag taped on the whiteboard.  “First note: 'A beautiful villain with a malicious heart'.”  He slapped another evidence back with the second note.  “Second note: 'Quick and skilled, and ever so smart'.  Any ideas?”

            Detective Coleman talked first.  He stood up from his chair.  “At first I thought that the notes would have something to do with the victims and/or the crime scenes.  However, the first victim was a male.  I don't know many people who would use the word 'beautiful' to describe a man.  Now, the second note.  If my theory is correct, this woman could have been a teacher or an athlete or something.”

            The lieutenant cut in.  “ID on the second victim?” his loud voice exclaimed.

            Detective Frank handed him a file in a manilla folder.  “Fingerprints show her name is Abigail Stewart.  She is from Las Vegas.  She was a stripper there and is now a hooker in the city.  I wouldn't call her quick, skilled, or smart.”

            Coleman and Frank took their seats.  “Then what is this?” yelled the lieutenant.

            Derek spoke from his chair.  “If I may, I think it has to do with a description of someone else important to him.”

            'Or,' I thought, 'a description of themselves.'

            Did no one notice anything else about the two notes?

            “Bennett's right.  Good going,” said Lieutenant Wilson.  “Maybe we outta give you a detective badge,” he joked.

            I rolled my eyes.  These people call themselves cops.  They are not even close. If no one else is going to say it, then I will.  “It's a poem!” I blurted out.

            “Oh, that's right,” Coleman agreed.  “The lines rhyme.”  I gave myself a face-palm.

            Wilson pointed to me.  “Good!”

            I just shook my head and walked over to the table with doughnuts and coffee and lifted the box of doughnuts.  There was only one left – pudding filled.  Even though my favorite is chocolate-glazed with sprinkles, a doughnut's a doughnut.  I grabbed it and went back to my seat.

            The lieutenant was running his mouth about other hookers who have been killed in the city, but they have absolutely no connection with my killings.  I don't want to get caught, but at least get on the right track.

            As I was thinking this, I felt something oozing down my top and into my cleavage.  I looked down.  The pudding-filled doughnut was no longer pudding-filled.  Derek was the only one who noticed it.  It's like he knew that what Wilson was saying had nothing to do with the case.  This pleased me.

            I didn't want to make a scene so I slowly got up, threw the rest of the doughnut into the trash can by the glass door, and exited the room.  Fortunately, Derek followed.  The ladies' room was right across the hall.  Before I could put my hand on the handle, Derek pulled it open for me and held it like that until I was in.

            I smiled.  “Thanks.  You know, I could use a little help...” I trailed off, looking seductively in his beautiful brown eyes.  “No one is ever in this bathroom,” I said, replying to his facial expression.

            He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down, then back up to meet my big, blue eyes.  Suddenly, I got really turned on.  Derek walked in and grabbed a paper towel.  He turned on the sink and ran it under the warm water.

            He laughed.  “You're pretty clumsy.”

            “I think the universe hates me.”  I looked up.  Derek took the warm paper towel and started wiping off the pudding.  He looked up to me and we made eye contact.  He knew exactly what he was doing when he slowly moved it down my chest. 

            “You know, it's a shame,” I whispered.

            “What is?”

            “That all of this cream is gonna go to waste...”

            At that point, I could tell he was just as horny as I was.  He tossed the paper towel into the trashcan and I put my arms up.  He slowly took off my shirt and looked right where the dripping cream was running down my thick cleavage.

            Derek took his hands and put them on my sides.  As he was kissing my stomach, and snapped off my bra and let it fall to the floor.  When he saw this, I could see his dick growing and hardening in his pants and he gradually licked up my stomach and my ribs and into my cleavage.  He got every last drop of it.

            Derek looked up at me for my approval.  I answered by cupping his face in my hands and kissed him.  We started making out against the sink and then maneuvered over to the wall by the door.  Derek pressed his hands against the wall while he sucked on my tongue. 

            We made out for what seemed like ten minutes and he then moved his arms and stopped to catch his breath.  I didn't need to because I was a trained, in shape cop and he wasn't just the forensic guy.  However, he was definitely not a nerd.  Derek Bennett was one of the hottest guys I have ever met and I was very attracted to him.

            I took this opportunity to walk away from him and put on my bra and shirt that was laying on the ground.

            He swallowed hard.  “That's it?”

            “I am so sorry.  I never meant for any of that to happen.  I am in a wonderful, committed relationship with the most amazing guy and it is so wrong to be attracted to you.  I'm sorry for leading you on.  I just...got caught up in the moment.  It should not have gone that far.”  I looked into his sorrowful eyes.

            “Are you kidding me?  There was something I have noticed about you that made me like you from the first time I saw you.  I'm not very good with relationships, so I guess it's good that you are in one.”  He shook his hair to move his side-swept bangs to the side.  “It's only...”

            Something changed in his face.  Derek punched the door open. “FUCK!”

           

            It was 1:30 pm and I was sitting at my desk looking through the case file of this new serial killer.  We haven't given him a name yet.  I can't help but smile.  Looking at my own case amuses me.  I was looking at my first victim's mangled body, with a sliced “X” on his chest, in his bathtub.  Cause of death: Electrocution.  A saw a figure watching over me in the corner of my eyes and quickly looked up, slamming the folder shut. 

            It was Derek.  “Did you not realize the look you had on your face when you were reading that?  It was this malicious smi-”

            “What do you want?!”  I cut in before he said anything else.  I cleared my throat.  “I mean, I thought you were mad at me.”

            “That's what I came over here to tell you.  I wanted to say I'm sorry for overreacting.”  Before I could apologize, he put his hand up.  “Don't.  You already apologized to me.  It's cool.”

            I wasn't very convinced.  “I want to be friends.”

            “Me too.”

            That is when our eyes matched each other's perfectly.  Suddenly, I knew what he was and he knew what I am.  I don't know why or how, but we had some kind of telepathy.  We were both killers and we said it through our eyes.  Oh yeah, I definitely want Derek Bennett as a friend.