Quadruplets Make Six

“I don’t think anything else I have to say about your appearance is appropriate for my work place.” His voice lowered, and I felt my cheeks flush at all the things he could possibly have to say.

I cleared my throat and sat up. “Well. I doubt I helped much anyway.” I shifted in my seat.

“You did. We actually have something to look for in the database now. The gun, the tattoo…if he’s been finger printed before—which he probably has, then it will come up. It was a man, right?” he checked.

“Yeah. He was in sweats, so I saw…um. Yeah, it was a man.” I answered.

“Okay. Thank you for coming in and making the statement.”

“No problem, I guess. Unless it becomes one. Am I allowed to ask about the case?” I stood up, ready to leave but not ready to be out of his presence. He stood up as well.

“Is that your way of asking for my number?” He came around the desk, and stood so close to me I smelled the mint of his gum and his intoxicating scent again.

I stared into his deep gray globes and my knees nearly wobbled at the intensity of his gaze. This hulking mass of a man was just right there in front of me and all I wanted to do was hang off his body. It was odd.

“No, I would have just asked. I just want to know how things are going, the truth and not the crap on television.” I shrugged.

He smirked and licked his lips again. My god he was so delicious.

I took two steps back, so I could breathe. “I need to get home. It’s been a long day.”

“I’ll walk you to your car.”

“I took the subway, actually.”

I stopped by the door.

“What? Oh no, let me drive you home. The uh, crazies come out at night.” He grinned and adjusted his badge on his belt, and it drew my gaze down to—oh, I hoped he didn’t do that on purpose.

“Um. You don’t have to.” I started to shake my head. He just held up his hand, and put his gun strap back on. I wondered how one movement could be so sexy.

“No. I insist.”

Chapter Seven: Max

It was one of those days that made me question the job. Maybe I should have stuck with football and went to college.

Then I get back and see all my solved cases, and it all becomes worth it. Being reminded of the children I brought back home, the families I put back together. It put everything into perspective.

And then I have a new stack of notes to go over, more people to interview. Nate and I spent the whole day canvasing the area. Whatever witness we had better remember some good shit, because we would need it. I had a feeling about this victim, and the others too. I was so worried about how it would turn out.

Once we finally got back to the station, I went to freshen up and then got some coffee. I knew I could head home soon, but I wanted to see if I could wait around for the autopsy. Amy said it would be first on her list, but those things take time. If the COD was the same as the others, then we would definitely have a problem. The entire precinct.

I was crossing the squad room entrance when I saw that tight piece of ass walk herself right to Alex’s door; his new office. Fuck me, she looked like a beautiful raven. Her dark, wildly curly hair was up high on her head, exposing her neck. The sweet, pale skin begged to be licked and sucked. I got a nice view of her ass and hips in those gray scrubs before she disappeared inside the office. She didn’t look like a doctor though, and that had nothing to do with how smart I thought she was. She just looked sweeter, something maybe a nurse would look like or something.

I knew as soon as I saw her that I had to get Nate in on this, and Alex too. The three of us had our own sort of friendship. We had been friends since day one of the academy, and we looked out for each other. We all would have gotten in so much shit, or even kicked out, if we hadn’t covered for each other so many times. We stuck together at work and outside of work…we had our fun.

I was talking about women specifically. It wasn’t something we do often, not because it was difficult but because some women aren’t willing to stick with it. I was thinking way ahead but just seeing her had me all in my head.

I set off to find Nate, and finally got him to come down to the damned squad room. Nate was like…the kid brother of us all, maybe. He used to make a lot of mistakes, but he had his own way now. And he was a damned good cop. He had his own reasons for becoming a cop, and it wasn’t my shit to tell but it made him a good officer nonetheless.

“What is it? I’m ready to fucking go home,” he groaned.

We had both changed into our civilian attire. Jeans and a sweat shirt, no navy blue because literally every criminal wears one of those. Mine was a nice salmon color, not pink. His was red.

“Wearing the pink again?” He flicked the rope of my drawstring.

“Fuck off. Look, the woman of our dreams is in there right now.” I pointed to Alex’s office.