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Okay, a compulsion.
She didn't need any direction on what to do with his recorded notes. Molly knew exactly what to do when it came to Jacob's records.
Jacob.
She bit into her lip to staunch the grin that she felt building up inside of her.
To say that she was attracted to the detective was an understatement.
It wasn't even just the sound of his deep, rumbling voice.
No, she'd seen him before. She just hadn't introduced herself.
As long as their relationship was kept to a safe relationship on the phone, she could keep her daydreams and bedroom fantasies to herself.
If she ever met him and he didn't like her, she didn't think she could handle it.
Oh, it wasn't that she didn't think she was pretty.
She'd been told she was.
You're pretty, but... you're so quiet.
You're pretty, but... you could smile a little more.
You're pretty, but... you're kind of... you know? Blah.
She wasn't worried that he'd think she was ugly, she worried that she'd be a bore. If that happened, she'd hate talking to him on the phone knowing that he would feel differently about her.
The way things were, they talked, they laughed, it was great.
She didn't want to lose that.
It was much better than nothing. So much better.
On the phone, she could be flirty. "Detective Rafferty, are you saying that I'm slow enough that I'd have to choose to push work to the side?"
"No..."
She bit into her lip and felt warm all over. Molly swore she could hear him thinking, trying to figure out what he could say without offending her.
Molly knew that she should tell him that he didn't need to worry, but it was nice to know that she could fluster a man as cool and collected as Jacob Rafferty.
He was a really good detective.
So many times as she typed up his notes and interrogation tapes for CCPD records, she got to hear just how good.
He had a knack for asking the right questions and eliciting the answers that he needed without a lot of extra talk and chitchat.
And there were times that she asked for the video recordings as well. She liked to watch him as he worked.
No one in her office knew how much time she spent on Jacob's records. She got all of her records done on time. Some ahead of time.
She had fast fingers that made the work easy, but it wasn't just the speed of her typing that made her work quick and precise.
She had what her counselor called an eidetic memory. And yes, when people heard that, they thought of Spencer Reid on Criminal Minds. It was, more ninety-nine percent of the time, a visual thing.
For her, it was sound.
