Agent McCoy followed Officer Hanna to a small development of houses. He didn’t had any trouble keeping up with her, and he assumed that was because she knew he was following her. She turned into the driveway of a quaint cottage looking house that was a pale shade of green; the front light was on, shining on the cement steps that lead to the front door. After she parked and shut off her car, she climbed out and stood beside it, waiting for him as he pulled in and parked behind her car.
She smiled at him as he climbed out. Once he’d reached her, she turned and led the way to the door and he once again followed her.
He noticed that her hands were shaking and she was fidgeting a lot, but he couldn’t tell if it because she was nervous or excited. In a twisted way, he hoped it was both. He wanted her to want him and find that wanting exciting, but he really liked that she didn’t do this often because it meant she wasn’t easy. He admired her for having self respect and not throwing herself at every man she’d ever known; it confirmed what he’d already suspected about her – she was special.
~ * ~
Officer Hanna almost dropped her keys twice before she finally slid the right one into the deadbolt on her door and unlocked it. She could almost feel Agent McCoy’s presence behind her and she had to stop herself from glancing back every other second to look at him.
Her was on edge, but she was trying hard not to show it.
“Here we are,” she said, smiling, stepping inside, and flipping a switch right inside the front door; a bulb in the ceiling fixture illuminated the tiny living room she was now standing in. “Home sweet home.”
Agent McCoy stepped inside, closed the door behind himself, and let his eyes briefly take in his surroundings. The living room looked cozy, as did the rest of the place. She’d decorated in earth tones and that pleased him. Her house reminded him of her: soft, gentle, and very stable.
“Do you want something to drink?” she asked, tossing her keys on a small table in the corner, beside the door.
“No, I’m good,” he said, watching her unbuckle her utility belt and lay it with her keys.
She glanced up at him and then around the room, not knowing what to do or say – like she’d told him earlier, she didn’t do this.
~ * ~
He watched her, almost reading the thoughts that were going through her head. When she wasn’t in full ‘officer mode’, her face was very expressive.
He reached out, took both her hands in his and tugged her forward. He slid his hands up her arms and around her as she stepped forward.
He kissed her gently and was pleased to feel her arms move up and wrap around his neck, drawing him closer while pressing herself up against him.
His mouth left hers and he kissed her jaw, advancing toward her ear.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked in a whisper when he reached it.
“Down the hall on the left,” she panted, shivering as he started kissing her neck, slowly nudging her down the hall.
In no time at all they were in her bedroom, stripping clothes off each other. Once Hanna was down to her bra and panties, she knelt on the edge of the bed to help him with his pants.
“God, you’re beautiful,” McCoy said, tucking a strand of her dark hair that had fallen across her face in their passionate excitement behind her ear.
She bit her lip and looked up at him, letting her hands caress the evidence of how much he wanted her through his pants.
Her hands moved up to the buckle of his belt.
His hands shot out to grab her wrists.
“Wait,” he said.
She frowned.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, confused.
“Yes,” he said, and held onto her wrist when she tried to pull them away; he could see the instant hurt in her eyes at the single word he’d spoken. “I don’t know your first name.” He grinned as a slow smile curved her lips and her eyes lit up with playfulness.
“Oh,” she sighed and bit her bottom lip again, “it’s Tiffany.”
“Tiffany,” he said, and smiled. “Mine’s Michael – you can call me Mike.”
“Okay, Mike,” she teased, and tugged her wrists out of his grip to reach up and cup his face between her hands; she kissed him.
After the kiss, Mike took off his pants and they tumbled together onto the bed. He tried to take things slow, but she kept whispering naughty things in his ear, telling him how much she wanted him, and he soon gave up. He gave her everything she asked for and she did the same for him. He’d never had such an open, passionate lover and he knew he’d become addicted to her if he wasn’t careful. But he decided – as he entered her – that he didn’t want to be careful; she was worth any risk he had to take to keep her.
~ * ~
Hours later…
Mike was just buttoning the last button on his shirt when Tiffany stirred in the bed. He watched her as she opened her eyes, frowned, looked for him, spotted him, and smiled.
“I thought you’d left without saying goodbye,” she said with a playful pout.
He knelt on the bed over her and leaned down to kiss the pout away; she hooked one of her arms around his neck and tried to pull him down into the bed.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he taunted, breaking off the kiss and pulling away. “I have to go.”
“I don’t want you to go,” she whispered.
“I don’t want to go,” he said, and sighed, bending down slightly again to gently kiss the tip of her nose. “I have to go home, take a shower, and change clothes before I show up at the precinct. Besides, I’ll have to figure out a way to ask for a new assistant without making you look bad.”
She grinned. “I’ll just call off sick, then you won’t have to worry about it.”
He laughed. “I see how you are! But what are we going to do the next day when you come back to work? Just refuse to work together?”
“No,” she said, and shook her head slightly. “I’ll say I don’t think it’s fair to bump the new guy.”
“What if they don’t buy that?” Mike said, standing and gathering the rest of his clothes that he’d laid in a neat pile at the foot of the bed after collecting them from the hall and bedroom floor.
“I don’t know,” she said, and sighed. “Why does this have to be so complicated? Want me to just tell the Captain we’re sleeping together so he won’t let me work with you? Then I could go to work today!”
He laughed again, and shook his head.
“While I don’t mind everyone knowing that we’ve got something going,” he said. “I think it’s best that we don’t do that. I would hate for your reputation to get tarnished over your coworker’s ignorance – I know how officers can be.”
She nodded but didn’t say anything.
He looked around one more time to make sure he’d gotten everything and turned toward the door.
“I’ll call you later today,” he said, looking back over his shoulder. “Get some rest, because I plan on wearing you out tonight.”
She glanced at the alarm clock on her night stand, which read four o’clock in the morning, and realized they’d slept longer than she’d thought.
“Wait!” she called when he was almost out the bedroom door.
He turned back to look at her.
“What?”
Tiffany wrapped the blankets around herself the best she could as she walked on her knees to the foot of the bed. She held up one of her hands and made a ‘come here’ motion with her pointer finger, grinning impishly.
He grinned and walked back into the room, responding to her beaconing.
“What?” he asked again when he was almost nose to nose with her.
She grabbed the front of his shirt, jerked him just a little bit closer, and kissed him long and slow.
She stopped and pulled back, blinking her large dark eyes at him.
“Think about that all day while you’re working,” she said, winked, and giggled.
He growled. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop thinking about you. You better hope I don’t get a break in this case and have to use my gun – I might shoot myself in the foot.”
She laughed, throwing her head back and bouncing slightly on the bed.
“Please don’t do that,” she said, sitting down sideways and propping herself up with one hand. “I would hate to be named in the incident report.”
He laughed. “I have to go. You behave and get some rest.” He winked at her and left the room, then the house.
The early morning air was sharp and chilly, and he breathed deeply of it. His heart was pounding, he couldn’t stop smiling, and the image of her sitting on the bed wouldn’t leave his mind. He wanted to say “Fuck the world!” and run back inside to her, but he couldn’t – work beckoned.
He walked down to his car and unlocked it. As he climbed in, he, for once, hoped he didn’t have a break in the case anytime soon – he wanted to stay close to Tiffany as long as possible.
~ * ~
As Agent McCoy drove to his hotel, he thought about the case when he could tear his mind off the sexy woman consuming him with wicked thoughts. Once he reached his hotel room, he checked his cell phone for messages – there was one from the undercover agent who’d been assigned to the black market. With a frown he listened to the message, and even though he didn’t want the case to be over, he was glad he’d finally gotten a break.
While he showered and got dressed, he thought about the call and the information he’d received: someone would be trying to move a sizable amount of organs this weekend. That meant they only had a couple of days to see if they could track them down, since he wanted to catch them before they could kill again. He couldn’t help but wonder how many they planned to kill though, since multiple bodies were the only way to acquire a ‘sizable amount of organs’.
