Fast Fingers...

While Marcus got dressed he couldn't help but watch Desiree get dressed. He was lucky to have her as a partner and now lover that he was scared it was all a very good dream. He pinched himself to make sure and when he felt the pain he was sure that it wasn't and smiled.

After he got dressed he walked over to bedroom door and leaned against it, "Would you like a lift beautiful?"

When she looked at him he said, "Hey I am trying to be a gentleman but when you have been an arrogant person for as long as I have then you can't help it but for you I will try and stop."

She looked at him and smiled then said, "Don't, I don't think I can handle a change like that and the captain might get a little suspicious if you start being nice to me."

Marcus nodded at her logic and thought, she is my perfect match, can handle every thing that I dish out, well some of the time and give it back. Do not ever let this end.

He looked at Desiree again and saw that she was dressed then grabbed his car keys and said, "Time to roll beautiful."

After the two of them left Desiree's apartment and she locked the door Marcus and Desiree went down to the carpark in the elevator and once again Marcus held the door open for Desiree who gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before getting in. Marcus then raced around the car and got in the drivers side, starting the engine the pulling out of the carpark, joined the traffic as he drove towards the police station.

When they reached the police station Marcus sighed, she was going to leave him but there was nothing she could do about it. She turned to him as she undid her seatbelt and said, "You be careful and watch out for Barton, he still wants your ass."
 
OOC: I read this thread and I have to congratulate everyone who is in it, this is one of the best threads that I have been in for a while.

Isolde, as for you comment earlier about out writing I think that you are right and I took your suggestion seriously.
 
OOC: Good for you and I think everyone in this thread is just super...love RPing with ya guys.
 
Razor

Perfect morning this one is. frowned Razor as he laid the phone down on the the table. "Rich boy" she called him. Mac really knew how to hurt a boy when she felt like it. It was not like he denied the fact that he was born into a wealthy family, but he resented the fact that it was held against him, especially when he was not born into such a family by choice. In fact, if only he had a choice...

Crappy morning, shitty day. he thought, as he returned inside to get dressed - as much pleasure as it was to him to rob his own father, the face-to-face confrontation the morning after a heist was never pretty. Not that Victor suspected anything of his son, but a foul mood is exactly what it is - a foul mood. It made the prospect of facing a pissed off Mac eight seem almost bearable.
 
Mac sighed when her shift ended, and the worst part of her day was yet to come. She still had to talk to Razor. She didn't know if she could do that.

Every step she took to the bus stop killed her feet. She didn't know why she didn't buy a car. A nice little bug or something. But no, everyday she dragged herself out of bed and down to the bus stop.

Her apartment seemed a little more lonely, a little more quiet than it usually did. Mac just stood for a while at the door, staring at the place. Thoughts of her childhood danced through her head. Her older brother pulling on her pigtails, her father and mother dancing when they thought their children were asleep. Her younger brother playing pranks on everyone in the house.

Tears came to her eyes when she remembered burying them all. She had been seventeen years old, a junior in high school, and her father's prodigy. She could still remember that night, she had had a date with the captain of the football team, and had missed curfew by three hours. She knew her parents would be livid, but it had been worth it. To bad when she had come home, there were cops everywhere and her family had been dead.

Greed went a long way, she supposed. Her family had died because someone had gotten greedy. Someone had gotten hurt on her father's last job, and they saw him as a liability. She was the only one left, and she was going to find whoever had killed her family, and she figured the best way to bring them out of hiding was to assume the role her father had left behind.

[Edited by LittleRedDevil on 01-04-2001 at 11:21 AM]
 
Giving him a wink, Desiree said,"Little does he know that my ass as well as other parts of me are already claimed."

Sliding out of the car and grabbing her purse she nodded to him-not wanting anyone to see that things had changed between them in any way. "If they only knew," Desiree thought as she walked into the station. She waved to Sampson who was on duty that day and headed towards the elevator.

She hit the button for the file room. She was going to go over every file she could find for The Devil. There had to be something that they had missed.

Hours and several cups of coffee later, she was still staring at a screen that was blinking...no matches found for search. "Damn!," She said as she threw herself back into the chair in frustration. How the hell did she do it? She seemed to be several steps ahead of the police on every occasion. Was she psychic?

Desiree remembered her dad who was a cop too saying that there was no such thing as a criminal that left no clue-just an officer who couldnt see it. "Congrats, Daddy," Desiree said through gritted teeth,"Your daughter is blind."

She smiled tenderly at memories of her dad. He had had it in his mind from the time that she said she wanted to be a cop just like him that she was going to make detective.

"Your too damn smart to be walking a beat your whole career like your old man," He had said gruffly,"I'm gonna teach you every trick in the book before you go and some instructor teaches you to look through blinders. Your gonna go in knowing things they dont teach ya."

God, she loved that gruff old man. He taught her well-never missing an opportunity to point out this or that from the newspaper or taking her with him on his beat when he could. She saw how all the people trusted him because they knew he would treat them fare.

He was a great teacher. She supposed everyone who excelled in this world had to have great teachers like her dad. Everyone.....Desiree bolted upright in her chair-her eyes open wide as that thought slammed into her brain.

"And just who was your teacher, Devil," She said under her breath,"Who taught you all the tricks of your trade."

Smiling for the first time since she and Marcus had been together, she said,"Lets just see if we can answer that question why dont we."

Clearing the screen of her previous searches, she typed in the MOs of thier lady and asked for all matches of the MO from any other robberies in the state within the last twenty five years. Hitting the PRINT button, she sat back as the computer compiled her list.

A long time later she exited the station with an armful of printed names and robbery details. She had a smile on her face that belied the fact she was in for a weekend bout of paperwork. Maybe she would go to Marcus'cafe to sort through this as they stayed open late-her apartment was going to seem to lonely after this afternoon, she had no intention of waking Marcus who needed his sleep to get well and she was going to need coffee-lots of coffee.
 
Marcus wasn't asleep, he was sitting near an open window and playing a new tune on his guitar; a tune that happened come to him until today. He stopped playing it and put his headphones on. When he was happy with what he had played he put his guitar down on its stand and walked over to his stereo, turned the volume up and pushed play which as usual started with his favorite song, one that he could feel through the floor.

He closed his eyes while he listened to the music and thought about what had happened that afternoon. A smile came to his face when he thought of the reaction that his father would have when he introduced Desiree to him. His father hated the fact that his oldest son was a cop but he would go ballistic when he found out that he was going out with one.

As soon as the song finished Marcus opened his eyes, got up off his recliner and stopped the CD then went into his bedroom to get changed. After he got changed he walked out of the apartment, closing that locking the door behind him. He walked down the steps to the front door of the apartment building that he lived in and then out into the street.

He didn't bother going to his car, he just decided to take a walk because he was starting to go stir crazy, he laughed at that thought because if he was stir crazy after one day what would he be like at the end of the week. He then turned the corner and kept walking, humming the tune to the song that he was playing earlier on his guitar.
 
Desiree streatched and yawned. This was the one thing about being a cop that she hated....going through stacks of paperwork. She picked up her coffee...she had lost count on how many cups she had had....and took a drink. She was in a corner booth in the back with the papers spread out before her and Marcus' file on The Devil open to compare notes.

She put down her cup on one of the few free spaces on the table and caught herself reaching for her cell phone...again. "No," She told herself for the thousandth and first time,"Leave the man rest. You sure as hell didnt this afternoon." A smile broke over her face at the thought. Now he was probably sound asleep recovering from both the concussion and the afternoon activity.

She sighed and tried to concentrate on the papers before her. She wished with all her heart that Marcus was here-not only because she loved being around him but because he was the expert on their subject and she really wanted his opinion.

Then again she didnt want to give him some false hope in case her idea was a bust. Desiree put her head in her hands and groaned. She had never been so confused in all her life-and The Devil had nothing to do with it.

"Well," She thought with a smile,"Marcus isnt exactly an angel-but..." Laughing to herself, she went back to work.
 
Marcus kept walking until he came to his favorite spot, a place that nobody else knew about and he liked it because here he could sit down, watch the water and the trees and totally relax. As he looked out over the lake his thoughts went to Desiree and wondered what she was doing and pulled out his mobile. He flipped it open and dialled the number to her phone but before he pressed send he said, "No, let the lady do some work. She does not want to hear from you yet."

He pressed the clear button and then closed the phone, putting it back into his pocket. Marcus thought about everything that had happened to him, first he was given a new partner, someone and something that he didn't want or need but she began to impress him with her police work. Then The Devil began showing up and he began investigating her until one night on the top of a museum roof he almost caught her, after that she had become his obsession until something happened that blew his entire world to bits- he began to fall in love with his partner, she was like an angel to him but he could not show it to her or everyone would suspect and they would be broken up. Instead he carried on as usual but got a little more pushy, more arrogant and more pig headed. He did it so that she would ask for a new partner so that he could tell her how he felt but she stuck with him until last night he told her how he felt.

He then rested back on the park bench and thought that his head was going to explode. The only two things that were going through his mind at that moment were Desiree and how much he loved her. The only thought that wasn't going through his head was The Devil.
 
Desiree sat there ignoring her now cold coffee. She scanned the five papers that were sitting before her. She had narrowed her search to these five people. They all possessed some of the traits of The Devil so now all she had to do was figure out which one was most likely the lady's trainer. Once she knew that, she could narrow down who she might be. It was going to be alot of work but she really thought it was a good lead.

Closing up The Devil's file and picking up the information on her suspects, she realized that her stomache was growling and she laughed. With her mind on Marcus and The Devil she had not eaten since breakfast.

She paid for her coffee and left the cafe. Once behind the wheel she looked over to her purse. He was probably up by now and she had been good and let him rest. And he was probably hungry too and the least she could do after wearing him out was to cook him a meal.

She bit her lip in indecision before grabbing her purse and dragging out her cell. Punching in the number to his apartment, she let it ring and ring. After ten rings she cleared it. Damn, he wasnt there. He was supposed to be taking it easy so now what kind of trouble was he getting himself into?

Hastily she dialed his cell phone hoping he would pick it up. "Come on, Marcus," She said as it begin to ring.

On the third ring it was answered. "Marcus Thompson, speaking..."

She didnt let him get anything else out. "Marcus, where the hell are you? I thought you were going to try and get some rest. Are you trying to have a relapse?"
 
Marcus looked at his phone after he answered and thought, oh shit I am in trouble- have to think of something fast.

"I am resting beautiful. I couldn't sleep because every time I closed my eyes I saw you. It is an absolute impossibility to sleep when you see an angel every time you close your eyes."

"Go on," Desiree said and he could tell that she was smiling.

"The reason that I couldn't rest is that I was starting to go stir crazy and needed to get out of the apartment. As to where I am- do you know where my apartment building is because if you do then there is a nice little park about a block down from it, that's where I am."
 
Desiree laughed as she pulled out into trafic-the phone still at her ear. "Flatterer," She says,"Still you have earned yourself a meal. I was going to offer to cook diner for you but you have given me an idea. So sit tight, handsome, and dont you dare move. I will be there in about an hour and a half."

Hanging up the phone, she drove home after a short stop at the market. An hour later she had changed into shorts and was packing the rest of her picnic basket and preparing to leave for the park.

"Lets see. Sandwiches, potato salad, fruit, chips, pickles, olives, some fresh veggies and chocolate chip cookies. I sure hope Marcus is hungry," She smiled as she grabbed the basket, a blanket, a jug of juice and her keys and left for her car.

She made the park and was walking down the lane where Marcus sat on the bench just under the time alotted.
 
When Marcus looked over he saw Desiree walking towards him carrying a picnic basket. He didn't realize how hungry he was or how much he missed Desiree until he saw them both. Marcus got up off his bench and walked over to Desiree then kissed her on the lips.

"Welcome beautiful to my little hideaway, this is where I go to get a little peace and quiet and it is now your place as well because there is nobody else that I would want to share it with."
 
Marcus' kiss was like water to a thirsty man and she kissed him back eagerly.
"Sounds perfect for what I had in mind. I hope you are plenty hungry because I made enough to feed an army."

Walking over to one of the largest trees, she lay down the blanket and begin to unpack the basket-laying down the food, paper plates and silverware she had brought.

"I desperately need a break. If I didnt get away from my research I would have gone absolutely nuts," She said as she gestured for him to join her.

"I also havent eaten since this morning so I am famished. Come on, dig in, handsome. I dont offer a free meal and my unwavering attention to just anyone, you know
 
"I know, I know- I am so blessed. Whoops, sorry I sounded like an egotistical male chauvanist then, didn't I- I have to stop doing that."

He then looked at Desiree and said, "Ladies first. You said you were famished so I will let you eat first. And you said something about research, what did you find out?"

Desiree looked at him and he knew the answer, she didn't have to say it- he was not going to see the file as he was meant to be having a week's suspension and she wanted him to think of other things and one of those things was her but he couldn't think of anything else, she was so beautiful, lovely- if he could put everything that she was and meant to him into one word it would have to be something new because there wasn't one word that could describe his feelings and for her and what she meant to him.

He looked at the lake and let out a sigh, he loved it here and now that Desiree was here it seemed to make it complete.
He looked at her and leaned over then whispered, "I love you, I hope that you know that."
He then kissed her deep and long on the lips.
 
For a moment the park, the lake, everyting disappeared and there was only him. She reluctantly pulled her head away from his and said,"You know, handsome,I think I am chasing the wrong person. You are a better thief than our lady. No one has managed to steal my heart before."

Pushing back from him, she looked at him and smiled, a twinkle in her eyes. "But if we dont stop this we are going to get kicked out of the park because I have no self control when it comes to you. Never did. When you hated me you drove me to distraction where I wanted to strangle you. Now you drive me to distraction the completly opposite way."

Handing him a plate of food that was filled to almost overflowing, she said,"Eat...you need to recover so that I have my partner again. I cant break this case without you."
 
Marcus saw the food and pulled out the picnic cloth, put it down on the ground then pulled out the food and placed it on the cloth. When he looked at all the food he said, "You are trying to feed me so that I have no resistance to you- don't you. If so then it is going to work."

He picked up some food and put it on a plate then handed it to Desiree with a smile, "For you beautiful, I don't want you starving to death."

He smiled at her then picked out some food himself and sat lay back on the grass, looking at her. She looked at him and asked what he was looking at and he said, "Only the most beautiful woman that I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on."
 
OOC: I know what you mean. Ohhh...maybe Desiree could set up a sting operation or something along that line. Just a thought.
 
OOC: Now that is actually a good idea..... she could come up with something on Mac's father to and put two and two together.
 
OOC: Okay let me see what I can work up and then I will post.
 
OOC: Ok, I think I have it.

IC: Desiree sat back from the computer and stared at the screen. Three days of leg work and computer time had narrowed her search down from five men to two.

She rubbed her tired eyes and smiled. Between trying to track down leads and spending time with Marcus, she had been getting very little sleep. Not that she had any intention of cutting her time with Marcus by a minute. She had never known such bliss and she was not about to give it up in the least. Damn, but that man was addictive once you got under that hard skin.

Chuckling, she chided herself for drifting off of her duties and, with a short self-reprimand, she started searching the computer again.

Two hours later, the man she had been looking at was wiped off her files of suspects and that left only one possiblity. Streatching, she went for more coffee. This was it. If this failed, it was back to square one and a wasted three days.

Sitting back down at the computer, she began to go over every detail of the man's life. Matching the methods he used with that of thier lady. By the end of another two hours, she was sure. This was the man that thier lady had learned all her tricks from-there was not doubt. Her methods may be more high tech but there were just too many similarities to ignore it.

Delving deeper, she got to know his life, his likes, his dislikes, the fact that he was suspected but never caught, and the fact that he and his family were murdered in his own home. The men who did it never brought to justice. She shook her head. No one diserved that-not even a thief.

Desiree quickly scanned the obit from the paper and was about to go on when the word 'Survivors' caught her eye and halted her. She thought the paper had said the whole family was killed. So there was a survivior. A girl who had been out at the time of the murder. Delving further, she dredged up more details on the girl and, an hour after that, was sitting back in her chair, a stunned look on her face.

Reaching for the phone on the desk beside her, she quickly dialed Marcus' cell number. It rang and rang and she was about to hang up when his voice came over the line.

"Listen, Partner," She said, her voice tense,"I think we need to meet to have a VERY serious discussion about our lady here. I will meet you at the park in a half an hour."

Barely giving him time to answer, she hung up and picked up her purse, heading for the doors.
 
Marcus closed his cell phone and put it back in his pocket then sat back and looked out at the cars as they almost flew by. He was in his favorite cafe but this time was in a different booth, one where he could see outside from. He had never known how peaceful this place could be when there was nobody else about so he came here when everyone had left and sat alone at the booth.

He never bothered anyone which was good for the waitresses as they were almost dead on their feet from the morning rush. He just watched them as they cleaned up and sometimes offered to help which got a big no from everyone so he had learnt to slow down, enjoy himself and take his time with things.

The only thing that he did was Desiree, the one person that he could not get enough of. She had gotten under his skin and he liked the feeling that there was someone else other than him. He then closed his eyes and sat back, thinking about how much he loved her when he was woken by a thud and then a voice say, "Hey, wake up."
 
"Wake up, Sleepy head," Desiree repeated. She pushed the thick folder she had been working on towards him and took a seat across from Marcus,"You were supposed to meet me at the park, Partner. You must be really worn out."

She smiled at him and reached over to hold his hand. No matter how rough her day was, she always perked up when she was around him.

Nodding at the file, she said,"Read it. It will explain everything. I think I have latched onto something here but I would like your honest opinion."

"When your done, I have an idea. I'm not sure your going to like it but I think it might be the only way we are going to be able to do this."
 
Marcus looked at Desiree with a smile and thought- How is it that she does this to me. Every time she enters my life my heart feels like it is soaring.

Marcus opened the file and read it then thought How the hell did I miss this! I am such an idiot!

He put the file down and took a sip of the coffee in front of him then looked at Desiree and said- his cop instincts coming straight back to him, "Okay, what is your plan. First tell it to me and I'll tell you if I like it or not."
 
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