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"I am, too. Goodnight, little fox." I lean towards her to give her a kiss on her forehead. I don't want to be too forward to start cuddling. Daphne has other plans as she cuddles right up next to me.
***
In the morning, I'm awoken by my cell phone ringing. I look to see who's calling me at six in the morning, and of course, it's Nisa.
"Shut that thing up," Daphne says with her head under the pillow. We must've separated during the night. I walk out of the bedroom, leaving Daphne to maybe get more sleep. Picking up the phone, I can't even say hi before Nisa tells me to get to the office to interview a person who matches one of the fingerprints. She doesn't give me too many details. Ugh, it's so early too. Maybe that will mean an early day. I go back to Daphne and kiss her on the head, telling her that I have to go interview someone. She mumbles, "Okay," and rolls over to continue to sleep. She looks so cute and docile when she's curled up in her bed. I change into my clothes from yesterday and leave the sweats on the gray chair in her room.
Leaving her apartment, I definitely have to stop at home to get different clothes. Nisa would notice if I had the same clothes on from yesterday. I wager it will take me about an hour or two to reach the office. I should send Nisa a quick text to keep her in the loop.
Me: Hey, I'll probably be about an hour or two before I reach the office. Is that okay, boss?
Nisa: Yes, that's okay; just try to get here as soon as possible. I know it was short notice, so it's okay.
Great, now that that's settled, I won't be rushing like I was
previously going to. Mentally, I'm trying to pick out my suit to make it go smoothly when I get in the door. And I need to take a shower desperately. I'm basically speed-walking to my house. Daphne lives a good ten minutes away, but on foot, I would say it's going to take me about fifteen minutes. Especially since this early in the morning, the streets aren't as packed as they would be at eight. It's a bit chilly now that it's August, but the briskness feels good. It wakes me up, and I'm ready to get my day started. Walking down the street, I'm thinking about who I'll be interviewing. Two interviews in the same week. That's crazy, and it's only Wednesday. I have to start telling them my quota is one per week. After that girl, I was really done for the whole month. But for this case, I guess I'll do it. I just hope this time it's someone who does not think I'm attractive in a way that they want to physically show me that.
I see my house in the distance and thank God because my legs are killing me. I definitely need to sit down for a minute before I take a shower and get ready. Digging in my pockets, I grab my keys as I reach my door. It feels good to be home in my own space but lonely without Daphne. Damn this job. She'll be up soon, too,
though, doing whatever she does in that lab all day I go to the
kitchen and start my favorite breakfast blend coffee. While that's brewing, I basically run upstairs to take a quick shower and get dressed.
In my bathroom, I turn on my shower faucet to a medium temperature. I like it warm but not hot enough that it scalds me. But since it was a bit chilly, I think my body will thank me. While I wait for it to get warmer, I strip out of my old clothes and put them in the basket that I have in there. Opening the shower curtain, I step in and am instantly in relief at the warmness that's running down my back. This feels amazing. I put some of my shampoo in my hands and lather it up to wash the day from yesterday away. It feels good, but it would be better if I got to wake up and take one with Daphne. I haven't seen her fully naked yet, but the thought is killing me. And that's the thought that makes my cock spring up. The idea of her curve's wet underneath the shower spray. Holy shit.
I don't think I would have the control to not touch her in some way. I can feel my cock pulse, and I know that it won't go away until I make it. Grasping my hardened length, I start to move my wrist up and down. My other hand goes to the shower wall to steady myself. Knowing that if I fell, the EMTs would see me in the nude. I work myself slowly and start to pick up pace. All I'm thinking about is last night when Daphne had those perfect pouty lips on me. That's what I think about until I'm exploding. My legs lock up, and thank God I'm holding the wall.
"Fuck," I say to no one but myself. I catch my breath and move on with conditioning my hair and washing my body. All different bottles because I don't believe in the 'hundreds in one' that are usually in the men's aisle.
I get out and grab my towel to dry off. Going to my closet and picking out my outfit is easy since I had it pictured in my mind. A brown suit with a cream button down. It's pretty plain and simple for work, but my tie is a dark green, so there's at least some color on me. Grabbing my phone and wallet, I go downstairs to start making my coffee. I hold my favorite caramel creamer and make the coffee
to go. I look at my phone; it's only seven. I'm at least making good timing. It only takes me a few minutes to get to work, so I would say that's a good thing.
Walking to the office is a little more complicated because more people are on the sidewalk, and they are also in a rush. I'm pushing past a sea of diversity. Everyone has a place to be on this lovely morning. Stepping up the building steps, I'm finally here. I show the security my badge, and I'm being pushed through the metal detector.
"Boss lady's been expecting you," the security guard says. I think his name is Eugene. He's in his sixties, a retired agent who just couldn't leave his second home. I nod to him as I take my leave to go upstairs. I'm not sure if I should go to interrogation or straight to Nisa's office. I sent her a quick text.
Me: Just got in the building. Where should I go?
Nisa: Interrogation. I'll meet you there.
Well, that was simple: in the elevator, I press '4.' Riding up, I look at all the mirrors that surround the inside of this metal box. Daphne would look good surrounded by mirrors. I really can't think of her when I'm in this building. I did not allow myself blue balls this early in the morning, with nowhere to go and fix it. The elevator stops and opens up to the interrogation floor. I have to be buzzed in at the front desk. The whole floor is basically a tiny prison. We have a couple of cells and rooms where we keep the suspects and witnesses. All separate to keep them from talking. On the other side, there are six doors. Three led to the interrogation rooms, and the other three rooms were where someone would watch the interrogation. Sometimes, a psychologist if needed, sometimes another agent, and sometimes Nisa. I've watched my fair share of interrogations, but the fun is where you're on that side of the glass, pushing the person to their limits until they break.
I wait outside in the hallway for Nisa. Looking at the cells, there are five different people. We must've had a match for every one of the money fingerprints. I wonder who I'll get. Three of them are sitting in the hard bed that's provided while the other two are pacing around. The pacing just makes you look guiltier, but the
calmness of the other three shows that they've been in interrogations before. "Boo." I jump up and look down at Nisa, who's giggling.
"You're an agent. You have to be receptive every second of the day. I could've just killed you right here if I wanted to."
"I don't doubt that. So, which one of these lovely people will I be having an enjoyable conversation with?"
"That one in the middle." She points at the scariest of the men. He's a huge guy that has tattoos covering his arms. One of those tattoos is a skull with a dagger, a sign of the Eccentric Motorcycle Gang. Great.
"How come you always pick the fun ones for me?"
"Because I know you can handle it, unlike some of these other idiots. The main question that I need answered is if Rory was part of the gang. But the killing did not look like their signature."
That signature is a dagger through someone's skull. Very original, they basically tell us who did it. But we can't arrest the whole gang for one murder, and they do not mess up by leaving fingerprints. "Okay, well, get him to the room, and let's get this taken care of."
