Secrets

The Prom Queen

"Come on sugar, one more round."

She rolled her eyes while tying her top behind her neck, this isn't who she aspired to be. She was supposed to be sitting poolside sipping Mai Tai's spending her husband's riches and screwing whomever she pleased.

Lillian Moore had a taste for the sweet life, it seemed all she was able to catch lately was restricted trust-fund babies or old billionaires just looking to have a little fun. She was the Chief's daughter, on top of the social ladder, and voted the sexiest witch under twenty-five for the last two years by Thirst magazine for goodness sake. Slumming it with non-magical men was defiantly not in her plans for her future when she had graduated from Indigo Academy.

She turned her head to the side, "leave your wife Seth, and we can go as many rounds as you want."

The sigh from behind her told her she just wasted another six months, "you know I can't do that Lils."

"Then we're not doing this anymore," Lillian stood up from the edge of the bed and slipped on her heels.

"Come on, don't be like that. I'll buy you another Coach bag."

She rolled her eyes again twirled her finger in front of her six times and blew gently on the tip of it, Memory charm. The last thing she needed was a horny forty-eight-year-old music producer chasing her out of the hotel room. Learned that lesson the hard way.

She watched as he gently slumped back against the pillows on the bed before fading from the room. Her appearance in the foyer of the M.P.D. startled no one (although a few eyes were rolled.)

"Kristy, is Daddy in?" she asked the patrol officer sitting at the front desk.

"Yes, Miss. Moore, go right in."

Lillian strutted through the bullpen, the tap of her high-priced shoes clacking lightly against the tiled floor towards the police chiefs office. A laugh she hadn't heard in a while distracted her, Lillian smirked and turned towards the noise making a quick detour.

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"I can't believe you sent her flowers," Ben Laughed and shook his head at his partner.

"Yeah well, I felt like shit. Besides if I didn't your wife would have made me do something worse and probably more embarrassing."

"Eh, true"

Dean rolled his eyes at his friend and threw and a balled-up piece of paper across their desks at him. Ben had been laughing at him for a solid fifteen minutes now.

"Knew I shouldn't have said anything to him," thought Dean.

"You do know she's going to say no to the dinner though right, I mean she practically begged me to stop fixing her up and here you are asking her out. She's gonna think I told you to man up and do it," Ben said.

"Hey, at least I asked," Dean responded, "it's the least I could do; besides I haven't been able ..."

"Heads up Prom Queen six o'clock," Ben interrupted.

Dean closed his eyes and let out an almost silent groan as he tried to avoid bagging his head down on the desk. He gave Ben an annoyed look before plastering on a fake smile and turning in his desk chair around "Lily, long time no see."

"Hey Dean," she smiled, "what's got you guys in such a good mood?"

"Caught a bad guy." "He bought fish shoes." They both said quickly at the same time.

Dean turned his chair to look at his best friend to give him a 'REALLY?!?!!?' look. Ben shrugged his shoulders "she scares me" he mouthed to him. Dean slowly turned back to her with a sigh "we closed a case, and I apparently bought fish shoes."

"Riiiiight," she nodded her head, "anyway. Hey, I was wondering..."

Her sentence was interrupted as a card lightly faded in front of Dean and fluttered lightly to the ground. Dean's eyes bulged as she stooped to snatch it before he could.

"Who fade messages anymore? Haven't they heard of Texting?"

She read the card then flipped it over to read the other side and clenched her jaw, "I thought you didn't want a relationship right now. 'All that drama,' wasn't something you were looking to get mixed back up in."

Dean sighed and snatched the card from her fingers "no, I don't want to get mixed up in all your drama. Not that it matters but this is just a dinner between friends."

"All my drama? Dean, you know your mother won't approve of you being with anyone other than a top socialite," she said with a smug smile. "So why don't you stop kidding yourself and avoiding the inevitable that we're going to be together. It will save us both a lot of time, and some poor sap heartache."

Both Dean and Ben's eyes widened, Ben leaned back in his office chair, crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her while Dean shook his head "Lily your delusion ..."

"Lillian!" the Chief's voice called cutting him off "Stop bothering my detectives and get in here."

"Yes, daddy," she smiled at her father before turning to Dean, "we'll see."