CutiePie1997
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The morning after the "Mayhem Massacre":
Captain Paula Lee shook her head in dismay as one of her detectives caught her up on what they were learning about the Tererro-Baker Street Boys shoot out. They weren't telling her anything more than what she was hearing from television and internet news outlets, which -- of course -- were getting their information from anonymous sources from within her department.
And she was freezing her ass off out here at 6am of the morning after, dressed to go pick up her sister at the airport. One of the cops from her squad scoped out the mid-thigh length skirt under which were black tights, then asked about her 4 inch heeled boots, "How do you catch a perp' in those things, Captain?"
"I don't, Detective," she snapped in a tone that told him he was treading on thin ice. "I shoot them from where I'm standing. Where's JT?"
Paula looked around for her lead detective, James Tyson.
"He's on it," responded Frank Reed, surprising Paula from behind. He pointed toward the now open roll up doors and James, barely visible in the otherwise shaded building's interior. "He was here when we left last night, and he's here now. I think he may have been here all night, dunno."
"What do you know?" she snapped, shutting him up.
Paula was vexed regarding what had happened here. She had a vested interest in the dealings between the Tererro's, the Baker Street Boys, and their associated individuals and organizations, an interest that was better left unknown and undetected by detective James Tyson.
She looked to Frank Reed, who was wearing a hurt expression. She rolled her eyes, found the roach coach that seemed to follow her officers and detective around from one crime scene to another, and told Frank to go get them a couple of coffees. She watched him walk away and wondered why she kept him around and why she'd fudged his test scores to help him pass the Detective's exam.
Then Paula smiled, remembering what he'd done for her with his mouth last night. Frank had only joined the Squad three weeks earlier, but he'd been going down on Paula's pussy for going on two years now. She'd been perfectly fine with him being an Investigative Researcher two floors below her Squad's own floor. But Frank had given her an ultimatum: let me take the test, or find someone else to lick your clit.
Paula treated him like little more than a go-fer. She was taking her time in clearing him from his probationary period so that he could be assigned a partner and cases. But truth be told, he was a good cop and an even better investigator. And Jesus Christ, could he suck pussy! She knew she had to advance him soon, but Paula hated the idea of Frank slipping away from her control and becoming more of a real cop, as he was destined to become.
The CSI assigned to the case continued his report to Laura. When he finished, she headed away from the others until she was far enough away to inconspicuously pull a burner cell from her jacket pocket.
"It's not here," she said once her party had answered. She listened, then stressed, "It's not here...! No! No! A dirty cop did not take your fucking money...! Jesus! No, I didn't take your money either. Whoever hit these guys, I think-- What? No … no! They were hit! By someone-- No, I don't know by who! If I did, we wouldn't be having this conversation, would we...! I don't know … I don't know … no … no … yes, of course!"
A voice called from the distance, "Captain!"
"I gotta go … yes, yes, I'll keep looking for your fucking money," she growled, "And stay away from this, far far away from this. This is what you pay me for, so, don't get involved."
She looked toward the warehouse and saw JT talking to the CSI. She promised the man on the other end of the line, "I have my best man on the case. He'll find your money … and then … I'll get it back to you."
Tonight, three days later:
Roxy Taylor looked up from the precinct's front desk in time to catch another of the district's female cops heading out of the building and hollered, "Groove!"
Paula slowed, drew and released a deep breath, and turned back to the desk. Upon reaching the desk she said for the umpteenth time, "It's Captain, Sergeant."
Roxy laughed with a dismissive tone as she tossed a padded manila envelope out before Paula. "Yeah, I remember you telling me I'd be calling you Captain one day … back when we were in the Academy and you were copying off my Procedurals test in the back row."
Paula ignored the history lesson, particularly since it was truthful, and asked about the envelope, "What's this?"
"Dunno," Roxy said, already dealing with something else that a foot beat officer had brought up. Signing papers more out of habit than out of in depth review, she told the Captain, "Some bum brought it in an hour ago or so. It's for your boy JT. Don't worry, it's not a bomb. Just a flash drive."
"Detective Tyson you mean?" Paula corrected, already knowing her efforts at maintaining protocol were wasted on the woman who had already reached the highest rank and responsibility she'd ever dreamed of back in their academy days.
Roxy looked back to Paula with a dreamy expression on her face. "Did you see him in those black jeans the other day. My God! I swear, if you looked close enough, and believe me I did--"
"Jesus..." Paula was murmuring as she was turning away already.
"--you could tell even through the denim that he was circumcised--"
"G'night, Sergeant!" Paula called back, trying to block the description. She headed upstairs again using the stairs as she normally did. At the top, you could barely tell that the very fit woman had ascended two flights of stairs, two steps at a time. She dropped the envelope on James's desk, telling a Detective, "Make sure JT sees this when he gets in in the morning."
As she walked away, Paula had no idea that the flash drive contained the names of participants in the laundering of drug sales profits: Tererro Cartel members, Baker Street Boys, three local businessmen, a DEA agent out of New York, and four cops from this very precinct.
For all she knew, Paula "The Groove" Gruber's name was on that list, but she wouldn't know until her lead detective came to work the next morning.
Captain Paula Lee shook her head in dismay as one of her detectives caught her up on what they were learning about the Tererro-Baker Street Boys shoot out. They weren't telling her anything more than what she was hearing from television and internet news outlets, which -- of course -- were getting their information from anonymous sources from within her department.
And she was freezing her ass off out here at 6am of the morning after, dressed to go pick up her sister at the airport. One of the cops from her squad scoped out the mid-thigh length skirt under which were black tights, then asked about her 4 inch heeled boots, "How do you catch a perp' in those things, Captain?"
"I don't, Detective," she snapped in a tone that told him he was treading on thin ice. "I shoot them from where I'm standing. Where's JT?"
Paula looked around for her lead detective, James Tyson.
"He's on it," responded Frank Reed, surprising Paula from behind. He pointed toward the now open roll up doors and James, barely visible in the otherwise shaded building's interior. "He was here when we left last night, and he's here now. I think he may have been here all night, dunno."
"What do you know?" she snapped, shutting him up.
Paula was vexed regarding what had happened here. She had a vested interest in the dealings between the Tererro's, the Baker Street Boys, and their associated individuals and organizations, an interest that was better left unknown and undetected by detective James Tyson.
She looked to Frank Reed, who was wearing a hurt expression. She rolled her eyes, found the roach coach that seemed to follow her officers and detective around from one crime scene to another, and told Frank to go get them a couple of coffees. She watched him walk away and wondered why she kept him around and why she'd fudged his test scores to help him pass the Detective's exam.
Then Paula smiled, remembering what he'd done for her with his mouth last night. Frank had only joined the Squad three weeks earlier, but he'd been going down on Paula's pussy for going on two years now. She'd been perfectly fine with him being an Investigative Researcher two floors below her Squad's own floor. But Frank had given her an ultimatum: let me take the test, or find someone else to lick your clit.
Paula treated him like little more than a go-fer. She was taking her time in clearing him from his probationary period so that he could be assigned a partner and cases. But truth be told, he was a good cop and an even better investigator. And Jesus Christ, could he suck pussy! She knew she had to advance him soon, but Paula hated the idea of Frank slipping away from her control and becoming more of a real cop, as he was destined to become.
The CSI assigned to the case continued his report to Laura. When he finished, she headed away from the others until she was far enough away to inconspicuously pull a burner cell from her jacket pocket.
"It's not here," she said once her party had answered. She listened, then stressed, "It's not here...! No! No! A dirty cop did not take your fucking money...! Jesus! No, I didn't take your money either. Whoever hit these guys, I think-- What? No … no! They were hit! By someone-- No, I don't know by who! If I did, we wouldn't be having this conversation, would we...! I don't know … I don't know … no … no … yes, of course!"
A voice called from the distance, "Captain!"
"I gotta go … yes, yes, I'll keep looking for your fucking money," she growled, "And stay away from this, far far away from this. This is what you pay me for, so, don't get involved."
She looked toward the warehouse and saw JT talking to the CSI. She promised the man on the other end of the line, "I have my best man on the case. He'll find your money … and then … I'll get it back to you."
Tonight, three days later:
Roxy Taylor looked up from the precinct's front desk in time to catch another of the district's female cops heading out of the building and hollered, "Groove!"
Paula slowed, drew and released a deep breath, and turned back to the desk. Upon reaching the desk she said for the umpteenth time, "It's Captain, Sergeant."
Roxy laughed with a dismissive tone as she tossed a padded manila envelope out before Paula. "Yeah, I remember you telling me I'd be calling you Captain one day … back when we were in the Academy and you were copying off my Procedurals test in the back row."
Paula ignored the history lesson, particularly since it was truthful, and asked about the envelope, "What's this?"
"Dunno," Roxy said, already dealing with something else that a foot beat officer had brought up. Signing papers more out of habit than out of in depth review, she told the Captain, "Some bum brought it in an hour ago or so. It's for your boy JT. Don't worry, it's not a bomb. Just a flash drive."
"Detective Tyson you mean?" Paula corrected, already knowing her efforts at maintaining protocol were wasted on the woman who had already reached the highest rank and responsibility she'd ever dreamed of back in their academy days.
Roxy looked back to Paula with a dreamy expression on her face. "Did you see him in those black jeans the other day. My God! I swear, if you looked close enough, and believe me I did--"
"Jesus..." Paula was murmuring as she was turning away already.
"--you could tell even through the denim that he was circumcised--"
"G'night, Sergeant!" Paula called back, trying to block the description. She headed upstairs again using the stairs as she normally did. At the top, you could barely tell that the very fit woman had ascended two flights of stairs, two steps at a time. She dropped the envelope on James's desk, telling a Detective, "Make sure JT sees this when he gets in in the morning."
As she walked away, Paula had no idea that the flash drive contained the names of participants in the laundering of drug sales profits: Tererro Cartel members, Baker Street Boys, three local businessmen, a DEA agent out of New York, and four cops from this very precinct.
For all she knew, Paula "The Groove" Gruber's name was on that list, but she wouldn't know until her lead detective came to work the next morning.
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