[Something Wicked] Morning came quickly, after a night of sex, passion and..love? tenderness? It couldn’t be right? The moment on the couch didn’t follow them to the bedroom, no? They had their fierce, intense, almost bestial moments of pleasure yet in the end, when both had climaxed more than once, there might have been a look, a lingering touch, a soft kiss on exposed skin that was more than jsut physical attraction.
The alarm rings and as usual, Derek was the first one to wake up. He shuts it off and got up, taking his boxers with him and heads to the bathroom. A moment later, after washing his hands, he gets out, still naked and makes his way to the kitchen. He starts the coffee machine, puts the boxers on and then slowly gets ready to cook some breakfast. They might be heading into a lnog day and Izzy will need all her strenght. Well he will too but he knows he’ll eat during the day, unlike a stubborn Fenrir kin he knew pretty well now.
He sits on the couch, watching the news with a glass of orange juice, one of the things he had brought when he went ot the grocery store and bought enough food for them to last a little over a week. For the first time in a long time, Izzy’s fridge and cupboard was filled with food other than beer and chineese take out. But they weren’t living together…it was just..temporary..for the case..of course.
[Izzy Montoya] There might have been a look, a lingering touch, a kiss at the hollow of a throat, a touch at the curve of a hip, a caress along a side that was something… more. But neither will admit it, or explore it, or dissect it. They simply let it be what it will be. Because it’s temporary, it’s for the case, it’s nothing more than that… of course.
[not]
The alarm goes off and she shoves her head further under the pillows and ignores it, knowing by now he’ll get up and start the coffee so that she doesn’t have too. She ignores, too, the fact that her hand slides over the sheets where he had recently been, stealing the warmth as she curls up in them again. Finally, though, the second alarm sounds and with a groan she manages to push herself to a seated position, scrub her face with her hands, and find her way to the bathroom. She doesn’t bother with actual clothing, instead grabbing her robe off the back of the bathroom door and tying it around her as she goes to forage for a cup of coffee.
When she joins him on the couch, its to stare at his cup in confusion. “…we have orange juice?” We. And orange juice. in the(ir) fridge. Will wonders never cease…
Then her attention is drawn to the news. “anything interesting?” as she reaches for her pack of cigarettes and lighter.
[Something Wicked] He looks at her when she joins him, a smile on his lips. She sits beside him and her comment made him laugh “Yeah, we have orange juice and quite a few other things. I assume you haven’t looked in the fridge or cupboard the last few days?”
He nudges her slightly with a grin. Of course she hasn’t. He offers his glass to her in case she wants some before coffee. His blue eyes moves to look at the television again “Nah, nothing special. Some mention of Fannie being identified but beside that, not a lot. The connection with the other murder seem to have been downplayed by your chief. Which is good, it will keep the press away from us ofr some time”
He drinks from his glass after her or not, depending if she drank some. One hand is resting on her exposed thigh, slightly under her robe. Not near her sex, just a casual, comfortable, slighly couple-y touch. Not that it was really the case of the latter.
[Izzy Montoya] She blinks at him again. “The fridge. That’s where I keep the beer, right?” She smirks, slightly, even as she takes his glass and a swallow or two of the juice, before she settles back with her coffee. She holds her pack and lighter in her hand, against her belly, but doesn’t light up just yet. Some might suggest it’s because she doesn’t want to move away from the touch on her thigh, or because she’s being nice because he doesn’t smoke, or any number of things that would suggest she’s a normal, caring human being.
Which we all know is completely false.
[…..riiiiiiiiiiiight]
Whatever the reason, she chooses to remain near him, her pack and lighter resting against her belly, her thigh warm under his touch, her coffee hot across her tongue as she takes a sip. “good. The longer they steer clear the better chance we have of catching him. We’ll have to bring the peter’s three in for questioning. Any luck and one will be our perp.”
[Something Wicked] He nods, his hand caressing her thigh slowly, almost absently, as if it was perfectly normal for them to be like this, sitting together, drinking their morning beverage, touching slightly like any other couple…except they aren’t of course.
“What’s your plan for today? How do you want to go about it?” He ask, looking at her. After her explanation he gets up,, leaning forward, one hand on her thigh again, higher on it, almost teasing, his lips pressing against hers as he kissed her softly and deeply “And good morning by the way”He tells her with a playful grin. “Breakfast is almost ready”
He heads into the kitchen and comes back 5 minutes later with..pancakes and syrup with eggs and bacon. He hands her a plate and fork, then sits beside her, getting ready to eat.
[Izzy Montoya] “I figure we’ll start with Lorne. He’s the closest to the picture from what I can see. We’ll hit up his home and work and bring him in for questioning.” One way or the other – he’ll end up in the sweat room downtown. “The same with the other two. Figure we’ll start with asking about Carly, then work our way into the others – toss him a rope and see if he manages to hang himself.”
Him, or one of the others.
He leans in, teasing, and she lifts her chin to accept her kiss – deeper and almost… tender – with a little smirk that is dangerously close to a grin. “Mmmmm. morning. And good, I’m starving.”
She takes the time while he’s gone to light her cigarette, and smoke half of it, before he’s back with breakfast. She puts it out in the tray and exhales to the side before taking her plate with a look of amazement. “Have you opened a portal to an underworld kitchen over there? Don’t worry, I won’t call an exorcist if you have, it’s just… there’s never been such a steady stream of decent food coming out of that kitchen since I moved in… ”
Not that she’s complaining, as she digs in with an happily content sound.
[Something Wicked] He had nodded when she told him her plans for the day “All right. Do you want me to go with you or do you want to handle him by yourself? Should I get one of the other Patrick?”
Once he’s back and she comment about the food, he laughs “Well I didn’t come with the appartment, obviously or it might have happened a long time ago” Then he smirks “Beside, I need ot practice if I”m to be someone’s perfect husband one day. Didn’t you say so last night that I have the potential for that?”
But not with her, of course. She wouldn’t marry him, or anyone right? And a Garou can come and claim one of them at any time after all..ok less chances if they were married but still..they aren’t a couple..so no wedding in any type of future, near or far. He eats lsowly, enjoying the taste of hte food. He wasn’t a great cook, but he was pretty decent. At least he didn’t give himself the urge to eat out every day.
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly. “I think it’s better to go together to bring them in.” The last time she went in without back up didn’t turn out to well for her, and she’s not about to let that happen again, even if Lorne and the others come willingly and without complaint. Better safe than sorry – she highly doubts she’ll survive such an attack again. She might – but she certainly isn’t going to risk it. Not willingly.
She snorts at his suggestion he needs to practice to be the perfect husband. “Not much practice needed.” Not for her, of course, because she’s not the marrying kind – and she can just imagine what Kora would say to her shacking up with another Kin – and a Fang at that. Though, she isn’t one to ask permission anyway, and well. Too bad they’re not a couple, right? Right.
She eats her breakfast, savoring each bite, enjoying the sensation of someone taking care of her, making sure she’s fed, making sure she eats, sleeps, takes care of herself when she’d lose herself in the case, any case, every case.
[Something Wicked] He nods “All right, we’ll do it as a team then.” He finishes his breakfast, picking up the empty plates and glass, leaving her her coffee. To him, it wasn’t so much taking care of her than just being there for someone he cares for..not love..but care..deeply. He doesn’t know if Kora or Kate would agree to how they have decided to live right now but somehow, if he felt like thinking about it, he had a feeling Kora might actually agree to it. She seemed to liek him when they met and if hse really wants Izzy to have babies..well she was kinda on the right path
Far from being there but at least at the start of a path that could lead there.
Not that he knows what Kora wants ofr Izzy after all, nor what Kate wants of him to be honest.
“I’m going to shower, feel like coming?” Usually they are at the same time in the bathroom, not always at the same time in the shower, but this morning, he felt like having her with him. Why? No reasons in particular, it just felt..right. Maybe it was an unconscious decision to be together a little longer since the day will be long and they won’t be close liek this untill late tonight. Maybe, it means he misses not being close to her..or more precisely, he has trouble not being close when hse’s around and she’ll definatly be around him today. They have a few interrogations to perform.
[Izzy Montoya] Kora is determined that Izzy should have a child. About as determined as Izzy is not to, in fact, but that doesn’t mean the Fenrir will stop trying. So far, however, she hasn’t pushed the issue, and Izzy certainly has not kept her abreast on her sex life. It’s really none of their business, after all.
She looks up from her cup of coffee, from where she was studying it, the board, anything but her desire for the man currently in her kitchen. When he asks, she offers him a lopsided little smirk that is oh so dangerously close to a real grin. “I always feel like cumming.”
Though they both know this is something slightly different – another moment to be together, close, on a day where they will be in close proximity but buried in work. She doesn’t examine it too closely, she just finishes her coffee, sets the cup on the table, and slips out of her robe as she follows him toward the bathroom.
It feels.. right. She decides not to fight that feeling.
[Something Wicked] They spends a long moment in the kitchen, touching led to kissing then tocaresses and well it was Izzy and Derek after so it led to sex. It was a little like last inght: wild, passionate, lustful with a more gentle and tender moment at the end. They wash each other, he kisses her deeply once more, holding her against him and then..it was back to being them: the two detective kin who weren’t quite a couple.
He dresses up, brushes his teeth and then he’s ready, waiting for her “All right, let’s go. You’re driving I assume?” He asks, knowing the answer: she always drive. He heads out with her, the informations about the Patricks in one hand. It would be useful later after all.
[Izzy Montoya] He kisses her deeply at the end, holding her tight against him, and she clings to him for a long moment before simply holding herself in the warm circle of his arms, breathing deeply of the scent of his skin, before she finally pulls back, and it is the two of them again – two detectives pretending not to feel what they both so obviously do.
Obvious to others, maybe – just not to them. There are none so blind as those that will not see…
So, clothes back on like protective armor around the heart, weapons in place, personas firmly worn, she smirks at him. “Of course I am.” She always drives. And it’s all back to normal but for one moment in the stairwell, where she turns and reaches for him, her fingers brushing along his jaw as she leans up to kiss him again – just a touch, tender and soft, before she backs up and starts down the stairs once more as if it hadn’t happened at all.
Except that it had. And she can’t deny it. So instead, she leads the way to her car, and punches in the work address of Patrick Lorne, then dials the station to let the chief know they’ll be bringing in suspects for questioning and to clear a room for them.
[Something Wicked] The kiss in the stairwell had taken him by surprise but he had kissed her back. Then she had moved as if nothing happened and that made him smile. She was the Izzy he knew and lov..whoa..cared for..the Izzy he cared for.
He get in the car as she called her Chief who let her know a room will be ready by simmply mumbling gruffly “Finally”. Though there was a touch of hope and pride underneath. She was his, his detective and despite her attiude and all, she was the best.
They drove to an appartment building in Lakeview, high, expensive, not the home of a middle class person. They rang for Patrick’s appartment but there was no answer. It was saturday morning and chances were he wouldn’t be at work either. Derek looked at izzy “Should we wait for him to be back or go see the other ones?”
[Izzy Montoya] Finally, he says, under his breath, and she hears what he doesn’t want her to hear and she can’t help the little grin that results. She’s his – and she’s his best, and she knows it.
Of course it couldn’t possibly be that easy. She studies the layout of the apartment building, and then the fact that he’s likely not going to be at work either. She nods slightly “We’ll put a unit watching for him, and go on to pick up the other ones.”
She pulls out her phone and dials to make it happen, getting a unit parked outside with the description and photo of Lorne, with orders to bring him in for questioning. In the meantime, she picks the next likely Patrick, and leads the way back to the car. Next stop – Sullivan.
[Something Wicked] Dispatch tells her they will send a unit. Derek and Izzy get back in the car and drive to another of the citie’s nice neighbordhood. Patrick Sullivan lives in a nice house, not a manson, not overly big but decent sized, with a nice lawn up front and a Mercedes in the driveway. The detectives get out of the car and wlak to the door. Izzy rings the bell and a minute later, a pretty brunette in her late 20’s opens the door.
She look at Izzy, give Derek an almsot involuntary once over before asking “Yes? What canI do for you?” She’s dressed in a nice summer dress, light yellow that fit well with her tanned skin. She looked to be fit, healthy and if not wealthy, at least comfortable finacially.
[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow, slightly, as the pretty girl opens the door and gives Derek the once over, before holding up her badge and ID. “I’m Detective Montoya, this is my partner Detective Anderson. Is Patrick Sullivan at home? We’d like to speak with him please.”
She adds the please, but there is a very real sense that it’s not exactly a request, but a demand. Izzy exudes authority when she needs too – and now is one of those times.
[Something Wicked] The woman frowns slightly “Yeah, he’s here. What is it about?” She asks a little nervously before turning her head to call out “Hun, there’s a couple of detectives who wants to see you”
Her eyes comes back to Izzy and Derek as they can hear a “Coming”from deeper inside the house. A moment later, a big, well defined man in his late 20’s/early 30’s with short dark hair, brown eyes and goodl ooking comes to the door with a tilt of his head.
“Is there something wrong?”He asks, looking at both of them, a quick look for Izzy then a slightly challenging look at Derek who was the most imposing, his eyes staying on the Silver Fang, deciding he must be the one leading.
[Izzy Montoya] “That’s something we’ll be discussing with Mr. Sullivan, ma’am.” There is no room for discussion in her tone, and to the woman it is clear that she is the senior partner – despite the reaction of Patrick when he arrives, and immediately defers to Derek.
The smirk that follows is not something pleasant at all. “Mr. Sullivan, we have a few questions for you regarding an investigation we are conducting. If you would come with us, it shouldn’t take too much of your time.”
It’s not exactly a request.
[Something Wicked] The big man looks at her “Am I under arrest? Because I don’t have to go with you if I”m not. You can ask me questios here..and frankly I think it should be in the presence of my lawyer. I have no idea why you would need to question me. Whatever I might know that you think would help you, it doesn’t warrant a visit ot the station.
Ask your questions here or arrest me. Then prepare to be sued.” Seems like someone was grumpy on saturday mornings. The woman gives Patrick a suspiscious look. After all it wasn’t every mornings the cops came to your house nad asks your boyfriend to come down to the station.
Patrick crfosses his big arms, looking like he had no intention of going somewhere.
[Izzy Montoya] She pulls out a picture of Carly Masters, and hands it to him. “Have it your way.” For now, that is. Of course, She knows Derek is ready to back her up and take him in by force if needed – but for now, she can ask the questions on the porch in front of the whole neighborhood. And his girlfriend.
“Do you recognize this woman?”
[Something Wicked] He tilts his head “Well since you have decided to stay, then come inside”He looks at the woman “Angie, would you mind making some coffee for the detectives?” He says, looking a little less rebellious. He leads them inside, taking the picture of Carly. He sits in a chair, offering the couch to them
“No, I can’t say I have seen her. Who is she?” He asks handing the picture back to Izzy.
[Izzy Montoya] She follows him inside, taking the seat that’s offered, and doesn’t react when he sends his woman off to make them coffee. Instead, she sets two more pictures on the coffee table in front of him. One from each of the gym’s he works out in – Vivian and Katie.
“What about these two?”
[Izzy Montoya] [Perc_sub]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Something Wicked] Derek sits beside Izzy, his weight making the couch protest a little. In the meantime Patrick takes the pictures of the women, looking at both of them. “Hmmm yeah..I think I”ve seen both of them. Don’t know ther names though. One was gonig to the Gold Gym when I was training there, this one”He shows Vivian’s picture “Is working out at Atlas. I don’t think I’ve seen her in a while. She might have chaned her schedule”
Izzy watches himand as far as she can tell, the man was being honest. Angie comes back with coffee for everyone and sits on another chair “What is it about?” She asks. Patrick shrugs “They are asking me about two women who attended gym I’ve trained in. One’s from Atlas” He shows her the pciture of Vivian. Angie tilts her head “Hey that’s Vivian, I haven’t seen her in a while”
She looks at Izzy “Something happened to her?”
[Izzy Montoya] She doesn’t pull punches. She’s all about shock value – and it usually illicits the most reaction, most honesty.
“She was murdered. As was Katie White and Vivian Connors.” She turns her attention to Angie. “When’s the last time you saw Vivian?”
[Izzy Montoya] *As was Katie White and Carly Masters.
[Something Wicked] Angie looks shocked, Patrick surprise “Oh my god” She whispers softly. It takes her a moment before she replies to Izzy “I..don’t know..a couple of months ago maybe? I haven’t really thought about her until I saw the picture. She’s one of the girls I chat with once in a while when I train”
Patrick nods as Angie speaks. He had seen Angie talknig to the girl he now learned was named Vivian. He had never asked about her name. “So detectives, why are you here?” He asks them
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly, and glances toward Derek to see if he’s getting any different vibe than she is – this isn’t their man. If he doesn’t suggest he’s feeling something different, she returns her attention to Patrick and Angie.
“There is a name that is connected with each of the victims – Patrick. We’re working on the assumption he has access to both gyms. That’s why we are here. We can clear this up simply enough – where were you on the night of May 9th?” She adds the approximate time that Vivian was kidnapped as seen on the traffic cam.
[Something Wicked] Derek looked relaxed, offering her a slight shake of his head when she glaned at him. He was thinking the same thing. This wasn’t the killer.
Patrick looks at Izzy when she tells him why she was here “Well, I guess I”m the wrong Patrick. I barely knew both women and certainly not the first one you showed me.”He paused, looking at Angie “So..May 9th? Where were we?” He takes his cell phone, looknig at the calendar. “It was a monday” Both seemed ot think about it and almost answered at the same time “Home/here” It made them smile a little then they looked at Izzy and Derek, Patrick saying “Well i guess you have your answer detective”
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly, as they answer, and offers them her card. “Thank you for your cooperation. If you happen to think of anything that might be important regarding Vivian, please don’t hesitate to give me a call.”
She stands, then, and offers her hand to the both of them to shake, still clearly the officer leading the investigation, before she heads toward the door, once more. Her bet is till on Lorne – but until they get him in for questioning, they’ll check out the third Patrick too.
[Izzy Montoya] [pause!]