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Minor time jump.

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"I'm looking for Detective Conley?" I asked the officer closest to me, who was sat at a desk and stared unabashedly at my chest. In retrospection, I probably shouldn't have leaned.

I crossed my arms and clenched my jaw, which did the trick. He looked up and pointed a finger towards what looked like the break room with the door slightly ajar.

He was the only one inside, turned away from me and looking over some case files. He wore a baby blue shirt that stretched over the muscles of his back and made my insides clench. I smiled and went over to the counter on his right as slow as I could, pretending to pour myself a cup of coffee while looking over my shoulder at him. He seemed completely immersed in his work and didn't seem to notice me. Just when I was thinking of what to do, he said,

"Kent, did you find those files?"

I looked around to see if anyone was coming and grabbed a coffee filter, slowly sliding it in front of his eyes. He set his pen down and sighed.

"You dick."

"Honestly, I prefer yours."

He glanced up suddenly, his eyes lighting up as a smile formed. "Lo?"

I smiled and threw one leg over his lap, sitting myself down and crossing my hands at his nape. "Hi." I grinned and leaned forward to kiss him. One part of me wondered if he would protest, say something like this isn't the place, but he didn't. He kissed me back with equal intensity, not holding back a bit. I thought I saw movement at the door but I didn't open my eyes, until his fingers slid up under my dress and his thumb tucked into the band of my underwear.

I pulled back suddenly and stared at him in surprise. Sure, he was up for anything, but he usually followed my nymphomaniacal lead.

"What?" He asked, smirking and twisting his thumb.

"I thought you'd say something like, 'This is a police precinct' or 'We have rules' or 'Are you insane?'"

"See, usually I would, but that was probably when you didn't come here when I was having a bad day all dolled up." He smiled and leaned forward, his other hand tickling my calf.

I chuckled. "Dolled up?"

"Mm hm." He grinned, glancing at my lips before kissing them again. What had gotten into him? I came here 50% prepared that he would be mad.

"Would you mind getting your hands out of my doll panties and telling me why you were having a bad day?"

He tittered and withdrew his hand, but still kept it on my thigh, staring at the wall behind me.

"Ryan." I said, holding his face and he sighed, leaning forward and placed his hand on the table behind me. He hesitated, opening his mouth to start off but sighing instead. I noticed only then that his face was weary.

"Was it the kid?"

He glanced up in surprise, mouth slack and calculating.

"How did you--"

"Girlfriend's intuition." I smiled and rubbed my thumb over his cheek. He sighed and looked away, shaking his head.

"I don't know what kind of evil you'd have to be to hit your own kid in the face."

"These days, it doesn't take much, unfortunately."

I could see that it really bothered him.

"But we do our part, right? However small." I said, gently brushing his temples with my thumbs. He sighed and pressed my palm to his lips, kissing it.

"Come on. I spoke to your lieutenant about giving you an hour off for lunch." I said and got to my feet, pulling my dress down and making sure no one had seen.

"How on earth did you manage that?"

I pulled my dress at my cleavage apart, hands on hips and smirked.

"That's unfair." He complained, but didn't take his eyes off.

"Hey, I grew them so I can use them however I want." I said and set my dress back to normal. He chuckled, shaking his head as he held the door open for me, momentarily palming my butt as I walked out. Either he was really happy I was there, or the precinct somehow made him incredibly lascivious.

"Come on, I'll introduce you."

Ah, yes. That was another plausible explanation. He wanted to show me off. I think.

How juvenile, Detective Conley.

He palmed my lower back and walked me towards a group of suited up men and women gathered around his desk and looking at us already.

"That was fast, Conley." A man chewing a toothpick with a dorky smile said.

"Shut up, Hauser." He said deadpan and shifted. "Everyone, this is Lorina. Babe, this is . . . everyone."

"Hey." I waved my hand once and received half hearted waves in return.

"So what do you do for a living, Lo-lo?" The same man asked, leaning against the desk and smirking.

"It's Lorina, and I'm a resident surgeon at Grand Valley Hospital."

"The kind you hire by the hour?"He said and gagged, and some around his moved away while others slapped his chest. Ryan sighed in anger and started to say something, but I cut him off.

I smiled and took a step towards him. "The kind that knows exactly how hard to squeeze your balls so you'd pass out."

His smile died and the others erupted into laughter and teasing.

"Hey, what's so funny, guys?" Came a sardonic voice from behind us.

"Hauser just had his ass handed to him by Conley's girl--Oh, Lieutenant." He mumbled and walked away to his desk, eyes locked on the computer screen. The others dispersed too without second glances, but still stifling laughter.

"Clock started since you asked, doc. Get going, Conley." He said and Ryan nodded, taking me away and grabbing his jacket off his chair on our way out.

"So, that was fun." I said in the elevator.

"I'm sorry, Lo." Ryan sighed.

"It's always so humbling when someone implies I'm a prostitute."

"He's a dick, alright? Don't listen to him."

"Did you have fun showing me off?"

He blinked. "I wasn't showing you off."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Ok, I was." He grinned and pulled me close with arm around my shoulders to plant a kiss in my hair.

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