LunasRose

A Delectable Detective Drama..

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Blue Shield

Joel Schwartz

Blue Shield

The dress shirt was quickly put on, and the sleeves were promptly rolled up to the elbows. In truth, the kiss had made Harper a little giddy, but it had apparently had a favourable impact on the headache. She wasn't the type to go doe eyed over a guy, and she passed off the fuzzy feeling in her stomach as over zealous alcohol consumption.

The blonde finally stood up and stretched a little, before finishing off the the buttons. Or atleast attempting to. Her torso was still slightly visible with it's black leopard print tattoo that wound up the lefthand side. That's what you got for dating a tattoo artist when you were eighteen, but hell, she loved it. It was a part of her now.

"I'm surprised that you have a coffee maker. You hate coffee." As Devin wandered back in, she looked up from her buttoning, "Most people would think it was awesome to live above Starbucks.. Well, I love their muffins, actually. But their coffee is bitter. You got any hot chocolate?"

A perplexed expression crossed her features, "Like seriously, I can solve a damn murder, but I apparently can't button a shirt properly. Where have I gone wrong?" She pulled the material away from her body to get a better look, "Can you see where I'm wonky.."

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Meanwhile, back at the Station, Captain Scott was pacing around his office. It wasn't good news. Their victim from the previous day, didn't appear to be a one off. This time, a woman in her mid-thirties had shown up. Unlike the male, the woman had met a slightly more brutal and bloody end. However, she had been left in exactly the same place, and exactly the same position.

With a shake of his head, the fifty-something Captain looked out of his window at the view of the City below. Cellphone to ear, he ran the palm of his hand down over his face. This was not going to be good. A serial killer was a very real possibility, and there would be a media frenzy.

Damn paparazzi.

Eventually, the recipient picked up. "Johnson, I need you in here as soon as possible.. Shits hit the fan, and it's not going to be good. We have another victim. I can't get hold of Devin, can you grab him enroute? Cheers." And that was that, the call ended with Detective Johnson making a mental note to stop at home and change on the way.

Blue Shield

Harper took his hand in her's, and by this point, it was positively killing her to keep a straight face. Still, she was a trooper. The young woman cleared her throat, really amping up the vibe of importance.

"Would you like to meet my parents?"

And that was it, well and truly pleased with herself, Harps let out a snort of self appreciative laughter and fell back against the pillows - still laughing. Of course the Detective was teasing Devin in response to his Mia problem, but it had just been too easy to get a kick out of it. Besides, if she'd thought about it, he'd already met her Mother in Walmart, but that wasn't important.

Devin's bed was super comfortable, and she was actually pretty reluctant to leave it. And the fact that it smelt like him, helped a bunch too. How realistic was it that she could sneak it out when he wasn't looking?

Not very realistic at all, actually. Still, a girl could dream. Or she could just buy a new bed. The world was her oyster.

Blue Shield

The sun was streaming through the apartment window when Harper eventually opened her eyes. For a moment or two, the young woman really didn't want to. Too scared to face up to a hangover that she was convinced was waiting to pounce. In some weird half asleep logic, she genuinely believed that if she could trick her body into thinking that she wasn't really awake, the headache wouldn't rock up. Poor Harper. Poor Poor delusional Harper.

One eye opened nervously, and the head felt okay. Feeling cocky, the other one followed, and wham. The biggest throb immediately settled itself above her eyebrow.

And there it is.. Mother nature you are a real bitch.

Still, once both eyes had become accustomed to the beautiful sunlight, they locked in on Devin. The last time this had happened, the pair had practically fallen over each other in the rush to escape the awkwardness, but Harper didn't feel awkward. Sure she was naked, and after a sneaky peak under the duvet, she could confirm that he too was naked.. But she didn't feel the need to rush off. Instead, she yawned and turned over onto her stomach, reaching out to poke her buddy in the side.

"Devin, Devin.. Wake up - I have a really important question.."

And like the jackass that she was, Harper leaned over said bed buddy and blew a rather obnoxious raspberry on the dudes cheek.

"It's really important. Like inaugural speech sorta' important.."

Blue Shield

"You stopped?"

Harper narrowed her eyes at Devin, "Why'd you stop?" The blonde perked an eyebrow, "Don't tell me you're suddenly going in for all that chivalrous crap? Because if you're pegging me up as rebound, you're a few months late for that." Rebound had been and gone. And sure she was drunk, but she wasn't so drunk that she wasn't in total control of herself.

Besides, he hadn't actually moved away. Sure he had stopped the kiss, but he was just as close. His body language wasn't speaking from the same page. But fine, if he wanted to stop there, they'd stop there.

"By the way, you would be a lot more believable if you didn't still have your hands on my ass right about now." For added emphasis1, she clenched said ass cheeks.

Blue Shield

"Checklists are for work. You should know that."

An interesting fact about Harper, was that despite her crazy organisation and time management obsession at work, in her personal life, she wasn't anywhere near as regimented. When Devin spun her around, Harps couldn't resist an inward chuckle. He was certainly smooth when he wanted to be.

When he took a grip of her hips, it made her skin tingle. There was just something about being in close proximity to him, that made her lose every strand of rational thought. She quite liked that though. He infuriated her, but she also found him pretty irresistible.

"Oh wait." The blonde tilted her head a little so that she could look at him, "There was one other thing I had noted.." The young woman paused for dramatic effect, "Tell Devin to stop pussy footing around and kiss me already.."

Blue Shield

Jordan blinked, "So?" The medical examiner shrugged, "Mia get's everywhere. From what I've heard, she's already on her second lap of the station. Apart from Captain Scott, obviously. He's very married.." Turns out, it was quite hard to focus on the topic in hand after half a bottle of champagne.

"How do you know Mia? She isn't coming this way is she? She has the conversational skills of a mosquito."

James quirked a brow, clearly amused. "I just mean that perhaps it's not the best idea for Mia to see Devin.."

"Why, doesn't she like Devin?"

"For someone so smart, you sure are slow." The lawyer quipped. Jordan was about to take offence, but she finally got a hold of what was being said.

"Oh! I get it. No. That probably wouldn't be good, would it?"

"You think?" James rolled his eyes, and nodded towards the woman.

"I guess I could go and talk to her." Jordan shrugged, "But I don't really like her." James chuckled, "I'll come along for moral support." And with that, the unlikely pair made a beeline for Mia.

Blue Shield

There was always that one drunk couple that ended up on the floor. On this occasion, it happened to be a rather loud redhead and her buzz cut of a partner in crime. The pair, who had clearly gone very liberally on the booze, stumbled straight into an unsuspecting Harper. So much so, that she had to cling onto Devin like a koala to stop a domino effect from happening.

The sight of two people falling through the air really tickled Harper's sense of hunour, and as they laid there stunned, the apparently serious detective buried her face in Devin's chest and laughed. It took Bonnie and Clyde a moment or two to realise what had happened to them, but when they did eventually figure it all out, they both clawed themselves to their feet and went off in totally seperate directions. That only served in amusing Harper even more. Who didn't love people watching?!

But luckily for Devin, she didn't feel the need to knee him in the groin for overstepping professional boundaries. That ship had sailed long ago.

Blue Shield

"And you said it was entirely a spectator sport now." Harper get Devin a playful poke on the tip of his nose, "You lied." With her feet aching on the tiptoe front, she took the last step towards her buddy. That final step mean't that she could have her feet flat on the ground, but she was still very much sharing the personal space. Dis it bother her? No. Not at all. It actually felt alarmingly natural.

One could argue that it was bound to feel natural. After all, they spent every day together. In the middle of the case, that could realistically mean seven days a week, with a fair few all nighters. Of you couldn't get along with your partner, you really would suck at your job. However, this was a new level of comfortable.

Harper, rather lacking on space - found her hands now resting against Devin's stomach. Being the mischievous type, she couldn't resist tickling him momentarily, just to watch him squirm. It was an entertaining spectacle.

"Whoops, sorry.. My hand slipped."

Of course she wasn't sorry. It didn't matter how your hand slipped, you couldn't make it involuntarily tickle someone. Harper's dark green eyes found his, and a strange butterfly like feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.