Thread: Blind Spot

Entering the interrogation room, with Katya, Kyle moved quickly to the table in the center of the room and placed the stack of files hed been carrying down on top of it before he took off his sport coat and draped it over the back of one of the chairs. The suspect was already seated at the table, leaning forward slightly with his forearms resting on the top and a slightly bored expression on his face. Although that had changed when hed seen Katya walk in, his eyes tracking her movements as she came around the table and settled into the chair opposite him. Turning away from the suspect, as the uniformed patrol officer whod already been in the room with the suspect left and closed the door, Kyle took a few deep breaths before he turned back. Theyd caught a break in the apartment building burglary case they were working, now they just had to make the most of it. Mister Matthews, youre aware that this interview is being recorded and that anything you say may be used against you in any criminal proceedings. You are also entitled to have a lawyer present during this interview, but you have waived your right to legal counsel. Is this correct? Began Kyle, once Katya had started the recorder. The whole interview was also being recorded on video, just in case. Yeah, I know the interview is being recorded and I also confirm Ive waived my right to legal representation, replied the suspect, his gaze not really straying from Katya as she sat opposite him. Look, why dont we just stop this charade right now and you let me go, we all know youve got nothing on me, he added, finally lifting his gaze from Katya and looking up at Kyle. Maybe, but, you know what, I think well continue anyway, just for the hell of it, answered Kyle, as he leant forward and opened the top file on the stack hed earlier placed on the table. Lets see now, Davey Matthews, four convictions for burglary and aggravated assault, currently on parole and working as a doorman for Warden Security, added Kyle, reading from the file. The suspect wasnt exactly a criminal genius, if he was he wouldnt have been stupid enough to try and sell a stolen laptop computer with the owners wedding photos still on the hard drive. The same security company that provides doormen and security guards for several exclusive apartment buildings, all of which have suffered from a string of burglaries. All of which took place when you were on duty, finished Kyle, after a short pause. It wasnt me, I didnt do nothing like that, answered Davey, still looking up at Kyle although a little of his earlier self-assuredness had vanished. Then explain to me how you were caught trying to sell a laptop computer the owner had reported stolen two days earlier? Said Kyle, as he opened another file, this one containing several high resolution photographs of Davey Matthews talking with an undercover police officer and trying to sell him a laptop computer. That laptop is mine, Ive had it six months or so, I bought it at Wal-Mart a couple of months after Christmas, Ive even got the receipt somewhere at home, answered Davey, as he casually leant back in his chair and looked up at Kyle. I told you, you guys have got nothing, just let me go and I wont report you for harassment, he added. Thats interesting, Davey, because if its your computer why do you have the real owners wedding photos saved on your hard drive? Asked Kyle, leaning against the table. Look, Davey, we know youre responsible for at least two of the burglaries, we found other stolen items at your apartment when we searched it. But we dont think youre the one behind the whole scheme, so heres the deal. You tell us who put you up to it, and we work something out with the DA so you dont spend the next ten to fifteen in a ten by six cell. Added Kyle, as he finally pulled his chair back and sat down. Theyd already talked with the ADA, explaining that they didnt believe Davey was the mastermind behind the scheme, he wasnt that smart, which explained why hed been caught trying to sell a stolen laptop with the owners photos still on it. Ten to fifteen, thats bullshit, were talking five years, max and thats if the judge throws the book at me, said Davey, before he added. Even then, Ill be out in eighteen months, maybe two years, he finished. Normally, youd be right, but, Davey this is your third strike and thats a mandatory ten stretch, minimum, without parole, said Kyle, giving the suspect close to thirty seconds to let that information sink in before he added. So, Davey, whats it gonna be? Katya studied the suspect as Kyle worked him over. A career criminal but not exactly the brightest bulb on the tree. When they had read his history they just knew there had to be someone in the security firm that was in on it too. Hiring a guy like this as a doorman with a history of burglaries on his sheet? Thats asking for trouble right there. No, it meant someone was on the take in the company. Dont forget Mr Matthews that because of the third conviction you will have to do at least the first five years up in Meadowlark. The way Katya talked was quiet and very professional. Not a trace of sarcasm or anything. The mirror opposite, by design, of Kyle. The mention of the states notorious maximum security prison had the desired effect on Matthews with the color leaching from his face. I believe the first year is solitary with twenty-three hours a day in your cell with an hour of recreation in a concrete pit by yourself. I think the cells are actually smaller than this room, right? Katya looked at Kyle who nodded. She caught the slight tremble of Matthewss hand before he shoved it under the table. A brief read of his prison record had spoken of being sent to solitary after a fight and how he hadnt liked it one bit. Something about climbing the walls after a couple of days.... As my partner said, we can talk to the DA and see what can be done. Its up to him of course and the judge to accept anything. Katya talked gently, moving her head slightly to catch his eyes and lock them with her own. Maybe a couple of years in a medium security prison in Iowa or Minnesota? With the overcrowding theyre trying move some of the non-violent ones to the lessor security prisons in other states. Nobody would know you there. You might even get a chance at a work release program too. She held up a hand and leaned back a little. Were getting a little ahead of ourselves though. The DA would want to know what you know first. The more the better. Matthewss eyes looked back and forth at each of them as the gears turned in his head. Being a snitch went against everything he had ever known but to be locked up in one of those holes.... Thompson. Mike Thompson. One of the supervisors at the company. Bastard is the go to person for the tenants for security. He gave me the keys and lists of shit they have. In his own handwriting. The tentative voice grew more confident as he got into it all. I still got the lists and I can tell you the storage shed where the rest is stored. Oh and his wife? The bitch is wearing some of jewelry. Youll get it all when I see the deal. --------------------------------------------------- As the uniform took Matthews back to hold, Katya and Kyle exchanged a high five. Dont get cocky, They turned to see Bryan coming out of the observation room. He had a frown on his face that changed to a slight smile. Nice work in there with the tag-team. Who figured out the bit about the solitary? I did but Katya knew how to make it work for us, Kyle replied. He was surprised that Bryan was...well...being nice to him for a change. Shes a crafty little girl, Bryan nodded. Best undercover Ive seen and Ive seen a lot. If the DA gives you any back talk, let me talk to him. He gave another nod and disappeared into his office. The pair stood there for a second before looking at each other. What was that? Kyle asked as they went to their own. I dunno....but I like it, Katya replied with a smile. Heading back to their small office, Kyle took a detour to use the Mens Room as Katya continued on into their office. Leaving the bathroom, Kyle crossed to the coffee maker and poured himself a cup of coffee, someone had finally got around to making a fresh pot and he savored the aroma as he carried it back to the office. Setting the cup down on his desk, he took off his sport coat then unlocked and opened the secure drawer in his desk and took out his shoulder rig and Remington R1. Slipping the rig on, he adjusted it slightly then slid the pistol into the holster before he settled into his chair and leant back. He checked his watch it was still a little early for lunch so he picked up his coffee cup and sipped the contents. Setting the cup back on the desk, he turned to Katya and was about to say something when the phone on his desk rang. Homicide, Sergeant Darius, he said, as he picked up the phone. Kyle, long time no see old friend, said a familiar voice in his ear, seconds later. Just got your wedding invitation, Alice and I will be there, added the voice, after a short pause. Glad to hear it, Dan, said Kyle, as he reached down to adjust the back rest on his chair and then leant back as the chair tilted backwards. Although somehow I dont think you called just to tell me youre gonna be coming to my wedding, he added, once he was settled and sure his chair wasnt going to collapse on him. Once, shortly after theyd been partnered together, Katya had loosened the back of his chair so it had collapsed and sent him sprawling on his butt whilst shed sat opposite and tried to look innocent. Yeah, but I figured Id get the good news out the way first, answered Detective Dan Murphy, his voice turning serious as he continued. We had a murder down here a couple of days ago, young woman the M.O. seems to fit a case youre working. It took us a couple of days to get the forensic report back, but as soon as we started entering the details into the computer it tripped all kind of red flags. ViCAP, FBI and a whole bunch of others, all of them linked back to your case. Added Dan, after a few seconds. My captain had me shoot it down to the Feds, theyre sending a couple of agents up from Quantico, they should be here day after tomorrow. Great, just what we need, said Kyle, pausing to think for a few seconds before he added. Well be across after lunch, pick up the files, he added. Ill see you then, old friend, said Dan, the two of them taking a couple more minutes to catch up before they ended the call. Setting the receiver down, Kyle glanced up at Katya, who had been listening to his side of the conversation. Lets grab some lunch, Ill fill you in on the way, said Kyle, as the two of them left their office. ...and watch. See how it bounces slightly? One of the lab geeks thinks that is because he shined it on the camera, watched back to get his car, and then moved it to it. Therefore, no picture. Kyle, Katya, and Dan Murphy were all crowded into Dans small office listening to his partner go over the video taken from the security camera covering the strip clubs back parking lot. All you could see in the picture was a green light from a laser pointer aimed at the lens. There, Matt, Dans young partner pointed at the dim shapes that suddenly appeared when the green glow vanished. They could see the edge of a car backup and disappear. He turned it off and left. All we can say is that hes got a car. Sorry. The place doesnt have any other cameras they said. Katya chuckled as she stood with her arms crossed. Not if they want to stay in business they dont. Same goes for having a lot of credit card usage too. Except for the, and I kid you not, guys who put it on their expense accounts. Guys want to go and they want to be sure nobody knows theyve gone. Protection is done by one of the crews or gangs who are the real owners. She looked at the expressions on their faces and shook her head. What? I used to work in and run these places. Hey! Maybe I saw you some night, Matt said and got a slap on the back of his head from Dan. I doubt it. You would have remembered, Katya replied with a satisfied smile on her face. Kyle just groaned. Moving on.... The club didnt have any trouble with anyone lately? Other than the usual of course. Nada. The other girls said she definitely was not one to hang around with the guys afterwards, Jon said. Standard policy with the clubs was that the girl didnt do tricks so the club couldnt be busted for prostitution. Of course everyone knew some girls earned the extra money and gave a cut to their boss. Lived for her two year old girl. Poor kid... Dads in prison and there isnt anyone to take her in so its foster care. Lab said there wasnt any fibers or anything else that they can prove came from the guy. Oh and the path from where he laid her out was brushed clean. No footprints. Jon switched off the TV and rubbed his eyes. This guy is scary good. The Feds didnt say much but you got the feeling they might have found some more to tie to him. Besides the ones that you had in the report. Kyle looked at Katya who nodded. Yeah, we guessed that might be the case. Did they happen to find anything on her that didnt belong? I mean that she didnt own. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed his partner straighten up at that question. Um.....yeah... Matt said as he flipped through the report. Here we go... Pin on the strap of the purse. Nobody remembered seeing it before but then again, they might not have noticed it. He handed them a picture of the red enamel pin of a bow. Previous one left a red ribbon. Thats what caught my eye. They chatting for a little while longer before Katya and Kyle left. Frak.... she sighed as they walked to the car. I was hoping we were wrong about this being a serial. I think we got less to go on with this one then with the previous one Kyle. He knows what hes doing and that terrifies me. Me too, said Kyle, softly, as he stuck a cigarette between his lips and sucked fire into his smoke as they walked. Were gonna have to talk to the Captain, try and keep a lid on this. No press reports, its the only way were going to be able to stop a mass panic, he added, as they reached the car. Katya went around to the passenger side and Kyle fumbled with the keys before he unlocked the doors. He remembered the first, the only, serial killer case hed worked, The Stone Park Killer case. After the second victim had been found the old precinct Captain had called a press conference and released some of the case details, shortly afterwards there had been a mass panic. People had got nervous and jumpy, the uniform patrol officers had responded to more suspected prowlers in the aftermath of that press conference than they had in all of the five years before it. More than anything, except catching the killer before he could kill again, Kyle wanted to avoid a repeat of that. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter twenty-nine Climbing into the car, he gunned the engine and pulled out into the late afternoon traffic before starting to head back towards the precinct. For most of the ride the two of them remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts, as Kyle concentrated on the road ahead and guiding the Camaro through the sparse traffic. Taking a right onto 2nd Street, Kyle finally broke the silence in the car. What say we grab some coffee, he suggested, as he spotted a Dunkin Donuts coffee shop up ahead, with a Starbucks on the opposite side of the street and a dozen doors down. Like most towns and cities in Massachusetts, the streets of Willowburg were littered with countless Dunkin Donuts coffee shops and almost as many Starbucks. He started to guide the car across the road, pulling into a space about thirty yards down from the coffee shop as Katya nodded. They could use the time to compare notes, work out what they were going to do next. Theyd visit the club where the victim had worked later, once it was dark, check out the parking lot and maybe try to interview a few of the girls that worked there too. Not that he expected the girls to tell them anything, although maybe Katya might be able to get them to open up. Leaving the car, the two of them headed for the coffee shop, Kyle taking Katyas hand as they walked. The two of them were far enough away from their precinct that it was unlikely anyone who knew them would be watching them. Within a few minutes the two of them were back by the Camaro, enjoying their coffee and the late afternoon sun. A gentle breeze blew down the street, ruffling Kyles long hair and ponytail, a more than welcome relief from the otherwise oppressive heat of the day. Kyle noticed that he hadnt heard anything from Katya after a few minutes. When he looked over at her she was staring off into the distance but with a look he had seen from his time in the Corps thousand yard stare in a ten foot room. Penny for your thoughts? he asked quietly. Huh? Oh...sorry. I was just thinking and shaddup. No cracks! Katya said sweetly. I know BSU probably has a profile already but I was just trying to get into his head a little. Hes full of contradictions... The vics are innocents in that theyre not turning tricks or the like. Hes being gentle with them. I know, cutting their throat isnt gentle but its a fairly quick way to go and hes not molesting them before or after. And hes making sure they can be found and IDed quickly. Hes saying something but what? She leaned up against the car next him and sipped her coffee. God....this the time I miss undercover, she said and shook her head. Back then I just had to worry about keep my eyes open and staying alive. Just like when they had a short, youll be done a couple of hours! job. Katya said sarcastically and rolled her eyes. Go into the bar, scout the place out, see where any bugs might be put, and come out. Easy! Oh and a Russian biker gang just bought the place so youll fit right in! What? Cover? ID? Nah! Only a couple of hours! What followed was a string of Russian that Kyle guessed were things that would have made him blush had he understood them. Everything was working great until the gang want to go for a ride and decided to take Olga, who just got in from Poscow or whatever, with them. Not a problem! Were watching the bar like a hawk! they had said. They missed the fraken side door and it took them two hours to wonder hey! where did everybody go? Katya drained her coffee in a swallow and crushed the cup. Ever have to invent a life while on the back of a Harley and then try to remember every detail so you dont contradict yourself? Well....dont! Somebody yelled Komarovsky! and I looked up at the same time he did so it was Who the hell are you? I had to say that I knew a deadbeat back in Mother Russia who owed me 400 for smuggling some heroin up my snatch. He looked at me and gave me 500! Kyle knew enough not to try and stop her because when Katya got on a roll it was dangerous to be in the way! The only reason I did have to have sex with any of them was because I said I was having my periods and to simulate that two bloody weeks is no easy trick Ill have you know! I couldnt call anybody cuz they didnt set me up with a lifeguard number cuz it was going to be just a couple of hours. It wasnt until I got to Chicago that I could call and Feeb I had run into once and convince to him to have Olga arrested on an immigration change. The gang was trying to raise bail for me! Lot more help then my people did for me. Except Bryan of course. He went nuts trying to find me. Hes a dear, isnt he. Katya went to drink from her coffee when she realized she didnt have any. Then she realized Kyle was staring at her. Then she noticed a kid who had stopped on his bicycle to stare slack jawed. Then she noticed an older man who was offering her a business card that said Professional Ghostwriter on it. What? she said to the kid and Huh? to the man. Give me a call. With that story I can write up a book that will make us a mint! he said and then tipped his hat to them. The kid shook his head and took off on his bike. Katya just stared at the card and then looked at Kyle. What the hell?! And stop laughing! She yelled at him and lightly hit his chest with a hand before joining in. When Katya got started on one of her rants Kyle knew better than to try and interrupt or stop her, it was better to just let her carry on and get it out of her system. As she finally stopped he had to laugh as she realized shed drawn an audience, the look on her face as the man handed her the business card was priceless. Finally able to stop laughing, Kyle looked down at Katya, saw she was about to launch into another tirade and leant in to stop her by planting a soft, tender, kiss on her lips before she could start. Finishing his coffee, he dropped the empty cup into a nearby trashcan and then turned back to her, then glanced at his watch. It was later than hed realized, almost five thirty, by the time they got back to the precinct it would be just about time to sign out for the day. Come on lets head back to the precinct. He said, as he reached for the door handle. He glanced up at the sky, which had seemed to grow darker, with heavy clouds drifting in, since theyd stopped for coffee. Looks like its gonna rain, well check out the club where the victim worked tomorrow, he added, as he pulled open the door and slid easily into the drivers seat. Waiting until Katya had settled herself into her seat, Kyle gunned the powerful V8 and eased the Camaro back out into the early evening traffic. The ride back to the precinct took almost half an hour, longer than it should have, mostly because of the heavy early evening traffic as commuters made their way home from work. Although it also seemed to Kyle that every time they came to one of the cities all too frequent sets of traffic lights they were always on red, and he was forced to sit there, tapping the steering wheel in frustration whilst he waited for them to change and the rain drummed on the windshield. Eventually they reached the precinct and Kyle parked the Camaro in their usual spot in the underground parking lot, and together they headed for the elevator that would take them up to the squad room. Reaching the elevator, they met Devon and Mikey as they the elevator doors opened and their two friends stepped out. The four detectives spent the next five or ten minutes chatting, catching up on each others cases before Devon and Mikey left to go home whilst Kyle and Katya headed up to the squad room to sign out for the day. Leaving the elevator, they saw that the door to Bryans office was open and the lieutenant was still sitting behind his desk. Whilst Kyle went to sign them out, Katya headed across to pay the lieutenant a quick visit. After signing the two of them out, Kyle saw that Katya and Bryan were still talking so he headed across to the small office he shared with her and made sure all their case files were locked away. Inside the office he checked the calendar on the wall, groaning inwardly as he realized he had to be in court the next day to give evidence in a murder trial that he and Katya had worked towards the end of last year. The case had been fairly straight forward, but the suspect and his legal team had tried to convince the DA that he was mentally unstable, in order to get the charges reduced to Manslaughter on the grounds of Diminished Responsibility. Fortunately theyd failed and the trial had started earlier in the week. Leaving the office, Kyle joined Katya and the two of them headed for the elevator back down to the underground parking lot. Leaving the building, the two of them headed for home. She had gone to Bryan to bounce a few ideas about the murder case off of him but it had quickly turned to her telling the story about what had happened earlier. He just shook his head and grinned. Looking at the business card he had asked her if she had thought about doing a book. Maybe not a bio considering a lot of the cases she had worked on were still sealed in many places. Instead a fiction based on her experiences. You ought to think about it Red is what he said. As they were driving home, Katya mentioned it to Kyle and he nodded as well. Your reports arent just dry facts. You try and tell a story in them. With a little polishing... Who knows? You could be the next Joseph Wambaugh. He had read some of his books as a kid and always thought the seed of becoming a cop had been planted by them. Cant hurt to test the waters as they say. True... At the very least doing some scribbles might keep my mind off of other things. Both knew it had to do with the case. The only new information they had was from CSU and it didnt amount to much. They had gone through some of the earlier video tapes and noticed a couple of other times the camera was laser shined but only briefly and nothing unusual had happened. What that meant was that their killer was doing a little scouting but hadnt left any more traces than that. They could send a BOLO to other establishments but both knew that would never happen for two reasons the department didnt wish to cause a panic and from Katyas experience, most of those cameras were fakes. With Kyles day in court tomorrow, Katya would be checking out of the club alone. That would be okay with her because she might be able to get a bit more details by sliding into a little of the old Lisbeth persona. Either that, or she might be a newbie detective assigned to tag along with her for the day. That wasnt a sure thing given how short staffed the department was. Katya was a lot easier on the newbies than some of the others in the squad. Mostly because she remembered how it was to be the new one too. Especially with some of the old guard not exactly thrilled that she hadnt come up the ranks and done her time as a uniform like they had. That just meant that Katya had to work twice as hard to show them that she was no creampuff. Their evening was quiet, even for them, with some Thai take-out for supper. That followed watching a little TV, Katya falling asleep, and off to bed to sleep. With Kyle carrying her to bed. The following day she spent alone, no newbies available, going to the crime scenes and doing the interviews. The hardest was talking with the daughter of the victim. She was only two but in Katyas experience, a childs power of observation was better than what most people thought. The girl said that her mom never brought anyone home and she loved her very much. That almost broke the detectives heart. Kyle was going to catch a cab home from court and she was surprised that he hadnt beat her there. There had been a package addressed to her outside the door to their condo. The delivery people were suppose to leave such things in the postal box but if they had a new person... Any thoughts about it left when Katya opened the wrapping and found what was inside a powder blue lace teddy that hide most everything on her torso but at the same time, didnt. Included were a matching garter and panty hose. The piece de resistance was a full panties with an opening at both the front and back for easy access. Katya squealed in delight and raced into the bedroom to change. When Kyle would return he would find a trail leading into the bedroom of a pair of pants, a bra, panties. Laying on the made bed in dark but for a few candles was his bride to be in his latest gift.... Sitting outside the courtroom, waiting to be summoned to give evidence, Kyle tried hard not to look too bored, or frustrated. He was due to be the first witness called, but the entire morning session had been taken up with the opening statements and the defense counsel again attempting to get the case dismissed before the judge had called a recess for lunch. Fortunately the process of jury selection had already been completed earlier in the week. Kyle had managed to slip out and grab a quick burger during the lunch recess, so at least his stomach wasnt growling as he sat and waited. Hed exchanged a few text messages with Katya earlier in the day, before the battery on his cellphone had died. Things seemed to move a little quicker once the court returned from its lunch recess, with both the defense counsel and the DA finishing their opening arguments surprisingly quickly. Suddenly the heavy door to the courtroom swung slowly open and a Clerk of the Court appeared in the open doorway to summon Kyle into the courtroom. Standing and straightening his sport coat, making sure his shoulder holstered pistol was hidden, Kyle entered the courtroom and made his way down to the witness stand. The Clerk of the Court stepped forward, a Bible in one hand, approaching where Kyle sat. Raise your right hand and repeat after me, began the clerk. I swear that the evidence I shall give is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God. Waiting until Kyle had repeated the oath, the DA rose slowly from his chair and approached the witness stand where Kyle sat. Would you please state your name and rank, detective, asked the DA, standing some ten feet or so away from where Kyle sat. Detective sergeant Kyle Darius, Im stationed at the fifth precinct, homicide division, answered Kyle, trying to relax in the chair although he was finding that harder than hed thought. He was aware of the eyes on him, watching his every movement, scrutinizing his posture and body language. The next two hours went by fairly quickly, as the DA guided Kyle through the details of the investigation and the evidence that led Kyle and Katya to the suspect. Once the DA was finished the defense counsel had taken over, trying to pick holes in Kyles evidence and using any dirty trick they could think of to try and provoke an angry response from the detective, but Kyle had kept his voice calm and even as he answered the questions. Reiterating some of the points hed made earlier and elaborating on others, as the defense counsels questions allowed him to. Once the defense counsel was finished the DA asked a couple more questions on redirect before Kyle was finally dismissed by the judge and allowed to step down from the witness stand. Leaving the courtroom, Kyle kept his eyes focused on the door, not looking at the DA, the suspect of the jury as he left. Once he was outside the courtroom, Kyle headed for the exit, leaving the courthouse and making his way down the stone steps outside as he lit a cigarette. Reaching the curb, Kyle smoked his cigarette before he hailed a cab. Getting into the cab, he gave the driver his address and then settled back in his seat as the cab peeled back into the traffic. The ride back to the apartment seemed to take far longer than usual, although whether that was because he was riding in the back of a cab rather than driving, or if the late afternoon traffic was just heavier, Kyle wasnt sure. As he drove the cab driver kept up an almost constant stream of inane chatter and banter, despite the disinterest of his passenger. For his part Kyle managed to tune the cab driver out, mostly, only answering in a disinterested monotone when he had to. As the cab finally reached the condos where Kyle and Katya lived, Kyle had the cab driver pull over about a block short and, after paying the driver, Kyle lit a cigarette and started walking. The walk to the condo he shared with Katya took about ten minutes, time Kyle used to smoke a cigarette and unwind a little. Reaching the door of their condo, Kyle slid his key into the lock and then entered he knew Katya was home because hed already seen the Camaro parked in its customary parking space. Closing the door, Kyle removed his shoes and took off his sport coat, hanging it up, slipping out of his shoulder harness as he walked towards the lounge. He thought about going through to the kitchen and grabbing a beer from the fridge, but decided against it. Entering the lounge, he removed his pistol from the holster and tucked it into the small pistol safe, which was when he noticed the discarded pants on the floor. Following the trail through to the bedroom, a smile brightened his face as he pushed open the door and saw Katya lying on their bed wearing a powder blue teddy, dark hose and a very sexy smile. Pulling off his tie and starting to unbutton his shirt, Kyle moved to join Katya on the bed. Mmm, youre a very naughty girl, he said, softly, as he took her in a hard, deep kiss and his hands caressed and explored her body and he realized just how little of her the outfit actually covered. He didnt know when Katya had found the time to go shopping, but he was really glad she had. Even though she had heard the door open and Kyle move about in the other room Katya stayed silent. He would find his way into the bedroom one way or another. It would kill the mood any other way. They would make love, that was a given, but the environment is what could make it just a touch better. They had joked about doing it at their office with the door closed but both knew that would stay in the realm of fantasy. That and giving Kyle a blow job while parked somewhere. Both liked their jobs way too much to risk them for a silly actions like that. A smile appeared on Katyas face at see him appear in the door and the look of approval in his eyes. Hed picked out what she was wearing and liked how she filled it all out. It was a touch tight in the bust but that just made her breast stand out a little more. There was plenty of space left on the best for him to take his seat. Her hand resting upon Kyles thigh and then her leaning up so their lips met for their kiss. Katya loved how his hands touched her body. They were strong and firm. Squeezing her softness to show ownership but not enough to hurt. The thought of being owned by Kyle sent a thrill through her body. She loved him greatly and would do just about anything for him. If that didnt mean she was owned she didnt know what it was then. The first time they had made love she had willingly allowed Kyle to dominate her and to take charge of it. Katya had so enjoyed just giving herself to him and enjoying the pleasures he created in her. As they finished their first kiss, her hand had shifted slightly and now laid on his crotch. As expected, his cock was huge and hard. Are sure Im naughty officer? Perhaps you are as well because you have something like this, she whispered and gave him a squeeze. Kyle groaned softly which made her smile. Then again, Im very bad because I adore doing this to you... With busy hands, she unbuttoned his pants and quickly freed his cock so it stood there straight up. Glancing up, Katya smiled as she lightly stroked him. Just relax officer and allow this naughty creature to relax you after a hard day.... With that, her head lowered and her mouth took him in. Kyle had that tangy, salty taste from his cock being stuffed in underwear all day. Of course she didnt mind it at all! Her skilled tongue licked up and down the shaft while sucking on the wide head. A hand gently kneaded his heavy balls to encourage him to give this first load so he could last much longer afterwards. For his part, Kyle groaned softly and held her head while his fingers ran through her long hair. Mmmm.....just like that you naughty, naughty girl.... Maybe I should give you a spanking for being that bad? The extra hard suck she gave told him that she approved of the plan. They did get a little physical on occasion but nothing more than a light paddle or something on that order. Both knew if one said to stop it, the other would. Even after all the time together, both were thrilled that they were still finding new ways to pleasure the other. With his eyes closed and a looked of pleasure on his face Kyle said softly, I love you Katya.... On the other side of a monitor screen a figure whispered the same words as he knew she was actually doing it for him... Sighing softly as Katya worked her magic, Kyle ran his fingers through her hair lightly, grinning down at her as she looked up into his face. Gently he used his hand in her hair to control her pace when she started suck and ride him harder and faster with her mouth. This was his reward after a long day in court, or at least a part of it, and he wanted it to last just a little longer before he finally gave her what she wanted. He moved his other hand, sliding it down her body to stroke and squeeze her ass, giving it a gentle slap before he be reached for her breasts, cupping and caressing one as he gave himself over to the pleasure Katya was giving him. After a few more minutes Kyle let out a long, deep sigh of pleasure, his release almost exploding in her mouth as the pleasure shed been giving him finally came to an explosive climax. He smiled down at her as she slowly released his cock from her mouth, before she moved lithely up his body, her fingers clawing gently at the shirt he still wore before she pulled it open, buttons flying across the room, so she could run her nails across his chest. A soft purr came from Katya as she kissed his chest, before she came fully up his body and he kissed her softly. Your turn now, he said, softly, as their kiss broke slowly and he nipped her bottom lip gently as they parted. Gently he pushed her back onto the bed, easily, yet playfully, pinning her down with his body as he began to slowly cover her in soft kisses, paying particular attention to her breasts and tummy. Pushing the teddy aside he took her nipples gently in his mouth, sucking them softly, giving each a gentle, playful, nip with his teeth before he moved further down her body. As Katya parted her legs a little more, allowing him access, he turned his head to trail kisses up and down her inner thighs. Pointedly ignoring the heat between her legs, which only made her purr and growl a little harder in frustration, but he wanted to take his time and he wasnt going to let her rush him. Kneeling between her legs he continued to tease her, kissing her legs, her inner thighs, over her tummy, always stopping just a fraction short of her pussy. He gazed up into her face, grinning wickedly before she ran her fingers through his hair and gently pushed his face closer to her pussy. Impatient, arent we, he said, with a grin, before he ran his tongue slowly and lightly along the slick, hot, wet folds of her pussy. The sigh of pleasure she let out was all the encouragement he needed, before he spread her pussy gently and flicked his tongue against her clit. The watcher sighed, eyes fixed on the screen even as he used a mouse to adjust the camera angle until it focused on her face, knowing that it was him who was giving her such pleasure. While she hated it when he took his time the worth was certainly worth the wait. Katya had a sharp intake of breath the instant she felt Kyles lapping at her juices. Then a brief sigh at his lips on her clit. While waiting for him to come home Katya had been tempted to play with it herself but hadnt so as to get the maximum amount of pleasure from him. This was only the introductions to what would certainly be a wonderful evening of sex. With one hand hold his head to her, she propped herself up on the other elbow so she would watch what he was doing. That didnt last long however because the insertion of several fingers into her pussy caused Katyas eyes to squeeze shut and for her to groan in pleasure. The simple movements of the digits were so good! There had been other men before Kyle but none of them could make her feel the way she did when they made love. It wasnt just the actions, it was the special connection they had together. That very first time together.... It had been so long since she had had sex and hadnt had it as her that in a way it was like losing her virginity all over again but without the pain. The glorious aftermath was when she realized that she truely loved Kyle. Just the memory of that time was enough to push Katya over the edge into a small, but oh so satisfying orgasm. Kyle could tell from the rush of juices that he was forced to lap up and from the hand tightening in his hair. Knowing his lover, his fingers began pistoning in and out as they rotated. One hand reached up to cup a breast and play with a nipple that was already hard while his lips suckled at her clit. Soon enough, he heard a louder cry and felt her body shuddering from another orgasm. Before Katya could recover, Kyle moved up her body and fitting his hard cock to her. With a single stroke, his thighs rested against hers. They both moaned at the sensations of heat and wet and tightness and fullness. Only for moment did they rest because then Kyle braced his hands on either side of Katyas head and began thrusting hard into her. For her part, she wrapped her legs around his thighs and grabbed his ass with both hands. Slowness and tenderness would come later, this was raw lust and the need for both to experience it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Thirty The watcher turned up the sound to hear the groans and whimpers from her lips that he was giving her. As the observer observed, he felt a stirring in his loins that was so uncommon now. The horrid people had told him that the electric wires up his anus and attached to his genitals would render him impotent for all time. That combined with what he had scene had proved them true until he met Red. The purity in her in her soul had touched that broken and battered that was his. Just being around her.... He felt more alive than he had in so long. Then he had almost lost her. It had been so close but in the end, he had saved her. Unlike those others... Watching her sleep as he had that first night the erection he had gotten had shocked him. Just touching his cock gave him a release that was almost painful in its intensity. Mercifully for him, Red had slept through it and never knew of his shame. Yes, he wanted to take her. He ached to take her like a man takes his woman. He even knew that all he would have to do is ask and Red would have been his but he couldnt. She was so hurt.... So damaged that to do that would have made him no better than those....others. There would be time enough he knew. Then THEY ripped her away from him. THEY said he was borderline obsessive. THEY said that he was a danger to her when THEY had lost her for days! THEY wouldnt even let him say goodbye or let him have any contact with her at all. He was given a promotion and a new assignment or rather, someplace to stick him until he ate his gun. That was what THEY wanted him to do but he would give THEM the satisfaction. Almost by accident did he find an outlet for things. One night, he had seen Red on the street. It looked so much like her until he got closer and then he knew it wasnt. Still...she went with him and she let him talk to her and he tried to do more but nothing happened. Then she....laughed and mocked. Only for a little while for he made he be quiet. for good. He was still a good planner, the best, and knew what to do with the non-Red. The place where he had spent the couple of weeks with the real Red. So isolated with that old mine built right into the wall. Plenty of room with some quicklime to take care of things. Before doing that, he talked to her. Long conversation about what had happened to him. Things he never mentioned to anyone. Talking about the life he would have with Red and about how they would spend their days and raise the children she wanted. Children didnt matter to him but he knew Red wanted them so therefore he did too. When he was done, the all consuming need was contained for the moment. It was still boiling inside but he was functional for the moment. Finding non-Reds when it became too great helped. He started picking them more carefully, ones that wouldnt be missed or werent from the same areas. Ones he would take to the place to begin with and maybe try and play house with them a little. It never responded when he tried it with them but that was okay too. When done, they would go with the others. They werent Red but he would protect them nonetheless. Then one day a miracle happened! Red was brought back to him! THEY had tried to hurt her but he saved her again and then shamed THEM into giving her back. He was so close to her! They would talk and laugh. Things were getting more perfect. So it would be complete and he wouldnt need the non-Reds anymore. Then HE happened. Red was stolen from him once again but it was worse than that. She was still so close but HE enticed her away and then made her make house with HIM. All the things he wanted to do, she did with HIM. The sheer rage he felt was nearly blinding and made him take several non-Reds to the place in short order. He wanted to kill HIM but didnt because that would mean hurting Red. For the moment, he bided his time. It wasnt until HE almost killed Red that he started to make mistakes. The confrontations, the attempted actions, even trying to convince Red. That brought things into the open too much so he had to pull back. Even taking a non-Red to the place didnt help like it had. Until the one that was left in the open, to be found. Then the second after Red had seen him. Why this felt better he didnt know or care but it did. Soon though.... Soon fragments of an idea came into focus every so often. They would disappear just as quickly but the traces they left found themselves in the new things. As he watch he and Red on the monitor his cock grew harder. Why couldnt he feel her against him? So odd.... Soon enough though... Soon she would be with him forever! Character Bios Character Profile Name Yekaterina Katya Ivanova Komarovsky Rank and Grade Detective - Second Grade Department Homicide Age 27 Date of Birth 0301 Height 5ft 2 inches Weight 131 lbs. Hair Blond Eyes Gray Sidearm Glock 30 Baby Glock .45 semi-automatic pistol Physical Appearance Character appearance based on Amanda Seyfried. Curvaceous body and long blond hair. She is quite the flexible in terms of dress. From showing off the body to being prudish and dowdy. All depends on the situation. No tattoos or piercings other than a couple in each ear. Personality Generally she is quiet and more prone to listening rather than talking. At times she can even appear to be dozing but thats just her way of taking everything in. Its also a nice way for people to get the impression that shes marshmallow when actually under that softness is a iron core. Her taste in music ranges, depending on her mood, from Bach to Rammstein to Beach Boys to Starland Vocal Band. She doesnt have many friends but the ones she does have she loves dearly. Strengths and Weaknesses A big strength is her adaptability to just about any situation. She refers to it as her chameleon gene. She also has the uncanny ability to read a room in a single glance. Both allow Katya to fit in just about anywhere and question the right person. A weakness is that she dislikes the philosophy of ends justify the means. Just to get the big fish doesnt mean you can ignore the little fish that get caught in the way. Background Katyas parents moved to the US and settled in Brighton Beach, NY with the first wave of immigrants from Russia after Glasnost and Perestroika. Soon after their only child, Katya, was born. Growing up, she learned more Russian than English so when she started school she had a distinct Russian accent. Learning to hide that at school was Katyas first acting job. She noticed that her parents didnt talk much about relatives that might be back in the Motherland. If they did, they seemed like they wanted to spit rather than say names. For the longest time she let that slide until one day Katya demanded answers. It turned out that her uncles on both sides were members of the Thieves in Law or Russian Mafia. Her parents had no use for such things and fled Russia so the child in her womb would grow up clean. Untouched by the evil that flowed through the families veins. They were a family that was never too well off but they made do. That meant when it came time for college Katya went for any scholarships she could get. The closest to a full ride was a small college up in Massachusetts. There she studied for, and got, degrees in Computer Science and Russian Literature. As to what she was going to do after college was a puzzle for her until one night when her roommate was raped. The police did their best but couldnt bring the attacker to justice. Seeing how shattered her friend had become made her career simple. Telling her parents that she had enrolled in the Willowburg Police Academy caused several long, and loud, arguments. Her parents might not have been in the Life but that didnt mean they had to like the Chekists. It wasnt until she described, in detail, how one incident could turn a strong and confident woman into someone who couldnt sleep at night without the lights on. Who couldnt be with people but couldnt be alone either. That how their daughter was going to make sure animals like that could never hurt anyone ever again. At the academy the instructors seemed to have a goal of driving Katya out of the program. Maybe it was that she barely met the height requirements. Maybe it was the face and body that could turn heads and make men, and some women, drool. Maybe it was that no matter how hard they treated her she refuse to give them the satisfaction of quitting. Or maybe it was that someone had spotted something in Katya and they want to see just how strong she was. Before graduation, she was invited to a meeting with an officer who rarely wore a uniform. It was about a job offer. One that was highly dangerous but could potentially do more good than sitting in a patrol car for a few years. Most undercovers had several years, or decades, of experience as cops. However, that time in uniform made the possibility of them being remembered as a cops a distinct chance. Someone just out of the academy though.... Especially someone who was from out of town could fit into a role much better and for longer periods. Katya didnt have think twice and volunteered on the spot. Just as soon as graduation was over, Katya Komarovsky disappeared and a variety of women appeared. Ones with names like Heather MacParland, Gretchen Sinclair, Lisbeth Neeley, Olga Olanavich, Siobhan O'Neil, among others. Different histories, hair styles, attitudes, and the like. The kind of assignments she got were ones that lasted not for days but for months. Most never resulted in arrests right away but built up information that could be exploited later on. On a couple of occasions, Katya was loaned out to the FBI to work at building a case with a major crime lord. The only contact she generally had with the force was through her rabbimentor Bryan Jones. Yes, that was his name. He had done what she was doing and knew how hard this life was. At various times he pulled her from the job and sent her home to her parents for a vacation as herself. He was twenty-some years older but they were good friends. A problem Katya had with the job was that she didnt see that she was making a difference with any of it. Oh she knew it was for long-term cases but she hadnt become a cop just to fill out space in file cabinets. Then Bryan got promoted and assigned to a Homicide unit as a deputy commander. That was an overt job so they couldnt keep in touch. Katyas new contact was more of a do your job and shut-up kind of guy. The the FBI came calling again and they needed Lisbeth Neeley to work her magic in Willowburg itself. The crime boss was making a play to take over things in the city and she was perfectly placed to give them everything the department and Feds needed to prevent that from happening. Lisbeth was a high class call girl who knew a lot of names. Her job was to arrange for talent in the whore houses that would be starting up. It was disgusting but the cops would raid the places before things got going. Everything was running perfectly until Tina Sanders ended up dead in an alley. KatyaLisbeth had to identify her and was barely able to do that due to the beating the girl had taken. As she left, the runaways parents showed up and the language they used.... She had to find the nearest bathroom to throw up. The she had to run into Detective Kyle Darius who gave her a piece of his mind about everything. Finding out the thug that had done it was easy enough because he didnt hide the fact too hard. The girl was a runaway who could be replaced in a heartbeat. The attitude amongst the criminals was to be expected but from her own superiors? That infuriated her! They told Katya not to interfere and to stay on the case. When she complained that the investigators had nothing to go on she was told So what? Breaking all the rules, Katya secretly met with the lead detective and told him what she knew. Between them and Kyles boss Bryan, her old handler, they figured out a game plan. The trap was laid but the thug tried to turn the tables. After a brief fight, Katya killed him with two bullets. The problem was it was public and things had to be recorded. Including Katyas involvement. She didnt even try to stay undercover with it all and that infuriated her bosses. Several years worth of work went down the drain and she didnt care. Now she had to find a new job since she couldnt do undercover anymore. Oh she could do the standard hooker stings and things like that but her unit didnt want her anymore. Katya was at quandary when familiar voice called her on the phone and asked her if she would like a job. And that was how Katya Komarovsky reappeared as a Detective - Second Grade at the 5th Precinct's Homicide unit. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Character Profile Name Kyle Darius Rank and Grade Detective Sergeant Department Homicide Age 38 Date of Birth 0623 Height 5ft 11 inches Weight 180 lbs. Hair Black Eyes Dark Grey Sidearm Remington R1 M1911 .45 semi-automatic pistol Physical Appearance Longish jet black hair, with dark grey eyes. Fairly good looking, with a scar that runs from his left eyebrow diagonally to his left ear. Various tattoos on both arms, including a mono-chrome Grim Reaper on his left forearm and the Globe and Anchor emblem of the US Marine Corps. Usually wears dark glasses. Personality Fairly relaxed and easy-going, most of the time. Slow to anger, but deadly when roused. Currently trying to give up smoking again with varying degrees of success, from day to day. Relaxes by listening to heavy metal music, particularly Iron Maiden and playing the guitar. Intelligent, caring and hardworking, with a strong sense of duty and ethics. However, he does have a slightly rebellious nature that has marred his past career and led to more than one reprimand on his file from past commanders and training officers. Strengths and Weaknesses His main strengths are his sense of duty and ethics, both of which have got him into trouble in the past. When he discovered a former colleague had been forcing confessions out of suspects, he went to Internal Affairs with the evidence, which led to the offending detective being expelled from the force. His main weakness is the somewhat rebellious streak he has, something which has led to more than one commander making negative comments on his evaluation reports. Background Born and raised in Willowburg, MA, Kyle always knew he wanted to be a USMC Officer from a very young age. His parents, however, encouraged their only son to explore other avenues before he settled on a career, so when he left school he enrolled at college to study history and archaeology. Even before graduating with a BA in archaeology and history, Kyle knew hed not lost his desire to be a Marine Officer and had enrolled in the USMC Officer Training Program whilst he was still in college. After graduating, Kyle saw action in Iraq, earning a Silver Star and Purple Heart, but after eight years, with the rank of major, he began to grow disillusioned with the military and resigned his commission. After leaving the marines, Kyle had struggled to find his niche in the civilian world, turning down numerous offers from security companies and corporations as he tried to find his place in the world. After witnessing a robbery at a convenience store, hed enrolled in the Willowburg Police Academy and graduated top of his class. His first position with the Willowburg Police Department was as a mounted officer, hed learnt to ride horses when he was younger and the WPD was one of the few police departments that still maintained a mounted division. After three years with the WPD Mounted Division hed transferred, spending another two years as a uniformed patrol officer before hed taken and passed the detectives exam. His first assignment as a detective had been in the Willowburg PD Narcotics Division, but after almost five years hed taken ad passed the sergeants exam. Transferring to the Willowburg PD 5th Precinct, Homicide Division, as Lead Detective, hes looking forward to the challenges his new job will bring. Having trained from a young age in the Korean martial art of Tae Kwon Do, he is ranked a 2nd Dan Black Belt and master. He competed in several mixed martial arts tournaments when he was younger, winning several of them.