[Something Wicked] He had ginned at her words and agreed that he needed some help. And so she helped him and he helped her back. It was more brief than they usually do for it was late and they both needed so well deserved sleep if they wanted to be efficient on the next day.
They slept soundly the last remaining hours of the night, the alram clock ringing way too early for both of their liking. Eventually Derek gout out of bed and in their semi morning routine, went to make so coffee and breakfast, knowing she’ll join him once the smell took a hold of her. Some small talk, shower, together or watching each other while talking, getting dressed..though this morning is the first time he dressed for the day in clean clothes from their/her closet.
And then he was gone with a grin and a later. Still no good bye kisses or have a good day. Maybe one day. It left Izzy to decide who she wanted to investigate in which order.
[Izzy Montoya] Maybe one day they’ll kiss each other goodbye. Maybe some day someone will notice they act very much like the couple they profess not to really be, despite the steps they’ve already taken. Maybe someday she’ll tell him her real name. Then, there will be no turning back.
Of course, it took John 10 years to learn it, so, there’s that.
Whatever it is, he earns a lopsided little smirk when he leaves, though her attention is already on the board, and the new files of missing women that she spreads out on the coffee table before her. She sent half with Derek, and she starts with the one that caught her eye first. Sometimes, all she has to rely on is her gut, and her attention keeps returning to it.
So – she makes the call to the one who reported Diana Rehger as missing in hopes of setting up a meeting, followed by those who reported Michelle, Coralie and Fanny missing as well. No one, after all, vanishes into thin air.
[Something Wicked] She sets things in motion. She calls one Anton Vlachenko, Diana’s fiance, who had calledthe cops on january 4th to tell that Diana has been missing when she didn’t come back from work. Police had waited the oligatory 24 hours before actually declaring her missing. The following investigation had turned up nothing and after a few months, Diana Regher was jsut another name in the missing persons files.
Anton answers with a russian accent “Hello?” Izzy tells him who she is and therte a note of expectation in his tone when he ass “Do you have news about Diana?”
[Izzy Montoya] This is the part she hates – the hopeful expectation that she has to dash right at the start.
“Hello Mr. Vlachenko. I’m sorry, but no, I don’t. I am, however, taking over the case in hopes to finding something soon. I’d like to meet with you as soon as possible to talk about Diana, so that I have a better foundation on which to re-start the investigation.”
She doesn’t mention that the reason is that three girls matching the general description have been found murdered, as well as a fourth they are awaiting details on – not to mention the other 7 they look into today.
[Something Wicked] There a pause at the end of the line “Oh. Well I’ve told everything I knew to the cops in january. Surely it’s in their reposts”he says, sounding defeated “But if you must, you can meet me around 1 pm for my lunch time or later in the evening after my work is over. Unless you think it’ll be pretty quick, you can come over to my work, it’s the same gym as Diana. Around 11 am maybe?”
[Izzy Montoya] She grabs her pen, and nods. “I am sure it is in their reports, but I prefer to take a personal approach, Mr. Vlachenko when I take over a case. I can be at the gym at 11. If it goes too long, then lunch is on me.”
She does, after all, want to get alook at the gym too.
[Something Wicked] “All right, I’ll see you then detective” He hangs up, leaving Izzy with the files once more. She called Michelle’s parents, Coralie’s agent and Fannie’s friend Martha who were those who declared each women missing. Coralie’s agent was in San Francisco and was comnig back in 2 days if she still wanted to meet. Michelle’s parent told her to come by in the afternoon while Martha asked if she could stop by early evening.
Also she expects to hear from Russel around noon and the coroner sometime during the day.
[Izzy Montoya] She spends another few moments staring at the board and adds the 8 names to the edge of it – hoping each can be marked off as not involved, that it hadn’t happened like they fear it has, that this is not a serial killer they’ve missed for months, years even, but someone more recent – that he’ll make a mistake, and be able to be stopped. Soon.
Eventually, she glances at the clock, calls in to make a short terse report to “sarge” and suffer his tirade with an smirking grin, before she gathers her things, the files, and makes her way to the ‘Green and the gym where Diana worked with her Fiance, arriving by design, about 15 minutes early, so that she can look around, too.
[Something Wicked] Her Chief’s farewell has been “Get the job done!” And of course, the oder was more of a hope she’ll get it done, a mark of trust that she was the best for it.
Izzy arrives at the gym. It wasn’t as nice as those on lakeview but it was in good condition and it wasn’t extremely busy at the moment. Only about 5 men were there lifting weights. Thurdays morning weren’t their busiest time it seem. She’s allowed to to walk aroun, ask questions if she feel like it. Eventually a man in his late 20’s with light brown hair, tall and fairly big comes to her
“Morning detective, I”m Anton, we spoke on the phone. Follow me to my office, we’ll be able to talk there” He leads her to his office and offer her a chair. Then he went to sit behind his desk “What do you want me to tell you?”
[Izzy Montoya] She watches the men lift weights for a while, and then pulls out the picture from the traffic cam, in hopes someone might recognize something in the photo. She follows up on anything that seems promising all without invading their space too much. She does the same with the girl at the desk, before Anton arrives.
She offers her hand to shake and nods. “I’m Detective Montoya.” She follows him to the office and takes a seat before she offers any more. “I’m with homicide – and your Fiances file came up in a list of missing women that match the victims of a current case I am working on. While we have nothing conclusive as of yet, I’m here to find out anything possible about diana in hopes of ruling her out as a possible victim.”
Or of adding her to the list.
“Anything that you can tell me about the night she disappeared, about Diana herself would be helpful at this juncture.”
[Something Wicked] she got the same answers as she did in the other gym. The man could be almsot any of them..well any of them who has light colored hair.
Anton’s face lost some color when she told him that Diana matched the description of murder victims “Oh. I..I hope she won’t be one of them. As for the night she disapeared, I was coming back from visiting relatives in Russia. I got home, waited for her and she jsut never came back. She had called to tell me when work was over. It seem she never made it to her car.
Diana was beautiful, strong, smart,opiniated, caring. She was a good person. She loved her work, her family, me..I hope. She could be stubborn when she wanted to, especially when she was sure she was right about something. She had her habits, liked to do things a certain way, in a certain order..she liked her routine. Beside that, I don’t know what else ot tell you”
[Izzy Montoya] “What time did she call? Where was her car? Did anyone see her leave the gym?”
She takes notes as he talks – noting also how much he paled in thinking he may have lost her for good. She knows the time of the call is in the report as is most of this – but she wants to hear it from him. She nods, slightly, and then… “Tell me about her routine, what she would have done that day.”
[Something Wicked] He nods to her slowly “She called at 9pm. Her car was around the corner. There had been to much snow for her to prk closer or so they told me. Barry saw her leaving at ten past nine.
As for what hse’d doen that day? She’d have woken up at 7 am, dressed in sweats and sweater, ate a toast with some orange juice and gone to do her morning jogging for an hour. She’d come back, shower, ate a proper breakfast then probably read a book on muscles. She was always looking at ways to do her job better. She’d gone to work around 1 pm after eating lunch and would have been there until after 9.”
[Izzy Montoya] He did know her routine well, and Izzy nods, opening the file to see that it matches what he had said before as well. She makes a notation on the tie of the call, and where the car was found. “Did they find anything around the car? Possible signs of struggle?”
And then, the hard question. “What time did you get to the apartment? Did you see anything out of the ordinary, hear anything odd? Do anything while you waited?” A not so subtle attempt to get his alibi, of course, though she does do it gently enough. for her.
“And who’s Barry?”
[Something Wicked] He shrugs “I don’t think so, i mean the cops didn’t find anything. Of course it had snowed between my call and their investigation. So maybe something happened then, maybe not. I came back home around 6 that night. I was exhausted from my flight and jsut rested on the bed until Diana called. I didn’t notice anythingodd. I was tired so maybe i missed something but I doubted it. Since Diana liekd her things to be always at the same place, Í was used to see the appartment being a certain way. It would’ve get my attention if something was out of place”
He paused “And Barry is the janitor here. He comes in when the gym closes and work until he’s done”
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly. “So nothing was missing that you noticed? Anything unusual that you can think of, that might not have occurred to you then, but in the interim you’ve thought on? Did she have any friends that she may have spoken too?”
She marks down the name barry, and what he does. “I’d like to speak with him too, if you don’t mind.”
[Something Wicked] He shakes his head “No nothing. And all her friends have contacted me to know what happened to her, her family as well. From what I gathered is nothing was amiss with her. She just..disapeared” He says softly
“As for Barry, ask the manage for his number. It’s not my place to tell you to talk with him or not. He can decide that for himself” Hesays with a little shrug “Anything else I can do for you?”
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly, and stands, reaching into her pocket for her card. “Thank you for your time, Anton. I will call you if I discover anything new. Please feel free to contact me, day or night, if you think of anything else, anything at all. All right?”
She hands him the card, and offers to shake his hand again. Then. “Oh – this… I know it’s not the best photo, but do you recognize this man?” She pulls out the traffic cam shot, and offers it to him.
[Something Wicked] He stands as well, taking her card “Thank you detective, I’ll keep you informed if anything happens.”He look at the phto “it’s hard ot tell, could be many guys here, could be me. I mean, I know it’s not me, but he seem to be abotu my size.”
He looks at her “I hope you’ll find what happened to her detective, I truly do”
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly. “I keep getting that. At this rate, I’ll have to arrest half the city.” It’s said with a rueful grin, even as there’s the feeling underneath it that she’d do exactly that, if she needed too.
She’ll do whatever it takes. It’s that kind of reckless confidence that gains the trust of those she’s attempting to help.
“I’ll do my best. Thanks again, anton.”
And she excuses herself, and goes to get Barry’s number.
[Something Wicked] The manager gives her Barry’s number without problems. A little before noon her phone rings “Detective montoya, it’s Detective Russel. I have the kids from last inght here. I asked a few questions but none has anything special to say. They all have more or less the same story, if you take into account most were pretty drunk last night. The ring that was found is the propriety of Mark “Wrecker” Blonski, star linebacker of the Marrons. You want ot come over and interrogate them yourself or should I let them go?”
[Izzy Montoya] She gets the number, and then the phone call while she’s leaning against her car, smoking a cigarette. She takes a breath as she listens exhales the smoke, and then. “Nah, let them go. I had a feeling the ring belonged to one of the kids. Let them know we’ll contact them if we have any other questions. Thanks. Any word on our vic?”
[Something Wicked] “Nah, but I saw the coroner earlier. He’s done examining her and is waiting on some results before contacting you. Printsnad dnetal reccords. I can try to find him and ask if you want. My guess is in an hour or two, you should get a call from him.”
She can hear him say to someone else “Let them go, tell them we might call them” before he speaks to her again “Anything else you need detective? Have you found anything on your side?”
[Izzy Montoya] “Thanks, I’ll wait for his call.”
She takes another drag as he talks to someone else, and then exhales with a rueful grin at his question. “Not yet. Some possible other vics – I’ll know for sure if our girl from last night turns out to be one on a list of names I have.”
She doesn’t say how she got the names, why she chose them, anything of the sort. “I’ll call you if I need anything else. Thanks for the quick work, Russel.”
[Something Wicked] “Well good luck detective”
Izzy found herslef with a little under 2 hours before her meeting with Michelle’s parents was scheduled. As the scheduled time approched, her phone rang
“Detective Montoya, this is Miles Gavin, we met last night beside a corpse. I have the identity of the young woman. Her name is Fannie Dobson. She died by strangulation, most porbably with a rope around her neck. There is evidence of physical trauma, she has been beaten before she died over some time. I can’t tel for sure, but I strongly suspect sexual assault as well. After further study and learning when the young woman disapeared,m I place time of death around the end of january”
[Izzy Montoya] “Thanks.” She grabbed something to eat, and used the time before the meeting to read through Michelle’s file.
Then, the call. “Fuck.” She runs her fingers through her hair, and sighs softly. “I was afraid of that. She was reported as missing on January 4th. And if she follows the line with the others, she was dead twenty days later.”
It’s officially a serial case, though she’s been working on that assumption since the beginning. “Thanks, Gavin. give me a call if you find out anything else, will ya? And fax the report over to my home office? The number’s on my card.”
[Izzy Montoya] belatedlly “Oh, and Gavin – I’m meeting with the woman who reported her missing this afternoon. I’ll break the news.”
[Something Wicked] “Will do detective. And thanks, I have two other calls to make like that.”He hung up. He was used to be the bearer of bad news and he knew that cops were used to hear such news.
Shorlty after, Izzy arrived to the phillis residence. Michelle’s parents were in ther mid 40’s, average looknig, the house very modest. They weren’t fortunate people. but not poor. They greeted Izzy and led her to the living room. They told her that Michelle disapeared on february the 14th after going on a date with a friend. She came back home, her date drove her back and well, she never made it inside and the young man didn’t see anything. He took his eyes off her for 30 seconds maybe. They gave Izzy the name of the young man: Kyle Frances but they didn’t have his number.
[Izzy Montoya] She greets them, and makes the normal apologies for disturbing them without anything new to add, aside from the bad news that she matches the descriptions of other women who have been missing and later found murdered. She Adds the notes to the file, and arches a brow when they tell her about Kyle.
“30 seconds? And he saw nothing? She disappeared between the car and the door?”
She searches the file for any information on footsteps, signs of struggle, anything in the original file. “Was she living here at the time? Did you hear or see anything?”
She pulls out the oft viewed picture… “Do you recognize this man?”
[Something Wicked] “The cops told us Kyle said he thought she had gone inside. He drove away. We were sleeping when it happened. We heard nothing. She was living with us, her room is on the second floor”
In the file it’s said that only Michelle’s footsteps had been spotted and then they just vanished halfway between the car and the house. No sigs of struggle, nothing. They suspected she walked backward to the car and drove with Kyle, though interrogations of the young man and lie detector tests haven’t managed to produce conclusive evidence. It was filed as a runaway case..if a 21 yrs old woman leaving home could be considered running away.
When showed the picture, both shook their head “No we never seen that man”
[Izzy Montoya] Just vanished. She reads the file rereads it, and then runs her fingers through her hair, briefly, before nodding to the parents.
“Alirhgt. Do you have a number for Kyle? I’ll need to speak to him. Did he say anything about him and Michelle having problems? Did she mention anything about it? Was there anything at all that would lead you to believe she’d run with Kyle or even that someone would hurt her?”
She tucks the picture away. “Did the police go through her room?”
[Something Wicked] They shook their heads “No, we don’t have his number. She barely knew him. So neither of us has an idea why she’d run off with him. We douted she has. No one wanted to hurt her, we’re pretty sure of that. And yes the cops did go through her things. They found nothing to indicate that she wanted to leave”
Even though it’s been a few months, they look like it was hard to talk about their daugther.
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly, and sighs. “Alright, I’ll look him up again. I appreciate you taking the time to speak with me. Here’s my card – that’s my private cell phone number on the back. Please don’t hesitate to call me, day or night, if you think of or hear anything else.”
She stands, and offers them the card, her mind a swirl of missing foot prints, missing girls, and details that all seem to blend together. And she still has to speak with Fannie’s friend.
“I’ll call if we find out anything else.”
[Something Wicked] They thanked her and they escorted her out.
During the afternoon, her cell rang “Hey, it’s me” She recognize the voice as her not boyfriend’s “I’ve been meeting with a few people related to those girls and I’ve found out that Debbie Holmes is going to Atlas Fitness, the same gym as Vivian Connors. Did you get the ID on the girl we’ve found last night?” He ask with curiosiry.
[Izzy Montoya] Ahhh her not-boyfriend. And his voice illicits a not-quite-smile. She lights a cigarette, and takes a drag. “Atlas, huh? We’ll check it out again.”
Then she sighs. “Yeah. One of my filed girls – Fannie Dobson. I’m going to meet with her friend this afternoon, the one who reported her missing, and have her come ID the body.” Its the worst part of the job, really.
“And some oddities on another one of the girls. I’m gonna have to dig up photos of the scene and see if there’s anything to clarify it.”
[Something Wicked] “All right. Want me to help you with something? Need me to dig around or just continue investigating the girls I haven’t yet. Also dinner in or out tonight?”
He was grinning on the phone, listening to her. He had seen peopel related to two of the girls and was on his way to meet with those related ot the third one. It wasn’t easy to call friends and family of missing persons, especially since you had nothing new to tell them. Homicide wasn’t easy. You rarely had good news to give to people.
He thought he was doing ok though.
[Izzy Montoya] “Continue – we’ll compare notes at dinner.” In, it would seem. “I’ll see if there’s photo of where Michelle was abducted, because there’s something there that doesn’t feel right – gonna talk to the boyfriend too if I can find him.”
She takes another drag, and nods, slightly. “If each of these girls were victims like Fannie…” She doesn’t finish it. She can’t. The possibilities are horrendous to suggest, and so she settles with “We’ll need a bigger team.”
[Something Wicked] “All right, we’ll do that” He listens to her “And I’ll let you look into Michelle and Fannie. I..don’t think all of them are related to our killer. At least not Amelia Forbes. She disapeared without a trace but, I get the feeling it ain’t our guy. Hopefully it’ll be the same for most of them. We have already enough dead bodies on our hands related to him”
He paused “It’ll stop to get us some greek food. Mind picking up the wine? I’ll see you when i get there” He doesn’t say when, hanging up after she agree or not to get them wine. Even though the farewells aren’t typical, she probably could sense some of how he felt by his tone. And well, it wasn’t love..not yet..but slowly it was getting there.
Not that he would admit it even under torture.
[Izzy Montoya] “Yeah.” She agrees that they have enough bodies – and then, despite the gruesome nature of the rest of their conversations her belly grumbles at the thought of greek for dinner. “Sounds good – I’ll pick some up after this next interview.”
She doesn’t mind the lack of “typical” farewells. It works well enough, and if she searched hard enough she could sense the way he feels. But that would involve exploring how she feels about that, and well, there’s no admitting that. Not even under torture.
She searches through Michelle’s file to see if any pictures of the footprints were gained – if not, she calls in to check. If so, she studies it for a few minutes, before she puts the file back in her briefcase, grabs Fannie’s and heads to talk to her friend.
[Something Wicked] There was no pictures in the folder but they had the hard evidence in her precinct. Someone sent her a digital copy to her phone if she wanted to or she could come back to the station to check it.
If she do check the picture, she would see prints heading toward the house, woman’s. The last one wasn’t clear as if her foot had shifted or slid and then no more prints going forward, none looking like she went backward unless she really put her feet exactly back into each step.
After her examination, she drove to Martha’s appartment. The appointment had been made for late afternoon/early evening. A young woman in her early ‘to mid 20’s answered the door. She had asian blood, easilly seen by her almond shaped eyes.
“Hello,you must be detective Montoya, come in” The appartment was pretty small but clean
[Izzy Montoya] She asks for the copy to be sent, then studies it for a long moment. She frowns, slightly, her brow furrowing as she zooms in and studies the last print, carefully, before heading to martha’s apartment.
“Yes, I am. I’m sorry to bother you, Martha.”
she waits until she’s shown in, and then, she meets the woman’s gaze. “I came to speak with you about Fannie’s disappearance and get any more information that you may have. On my way, I received a call with news on her case.” Her voice softens, as she urges Martha to sit. “I’m sorry to say we found her last night, buried in the woods.”
She lets it sink in, she lets her grieve, lets her work through the shock of the news, before asking softly. “I hate to ask this of you – but could you tell me of the night she disappeared? Anything at all – so that i can find the man that did this to her – and the other victims, before he takes anyone else…”
[Something Wicked] Matha led her to a small couch, offering her a seat and then sat in a chair nearby. When Izzy broke the news ot her, her eyes got big, tears rolled down her cheeks but she doesn’t start to cry hysterically “Oh god. I thought something liek that happened but..I wished I was wrong” She said speaking softly.
“How did she die?”She ask with some curiosity.
“As for the night she disapeared..well, I don’t know much really. We had dinner together after work, we went our sperate ways. She didn’t show up at work the next day. We called, I went to her place and no one had heard from her since then.”
[Izzy Montoya] “She was hurt badly before she was killed. It would be helpful if you’d come down and confirm her identity for us.” She doesn’t want to give the details, not really. Then, she nods slightly at the rest of the information. “Did she have family? Other friends? Was she seeing anyone?”
And, once again though she doesn’t hold any hope it will trigger anything… she pulls out the picture. “Do you recognize this man?”
[Something Wicked] She nodded slowly when told to come down and identify her “I…I’ll do it. I don’t think her parents, especially her mom would be abel to do so.”She let out a long soft breath. “She has her parents, a younger brother, aunts anduncles, quite a few cousins too. She had a few other friends, people we hang with. Well I still do. And I don’t think hse was seeing anyone. Not regularly at least. A few one nigthers, nothing special.”
She took a look at the picture “I don’t know..could be a lot of guys hanging at the gym where she and I used to go.” She look at Izzy “But I can’t tell if it’s one of them specifically.”
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly. “We’ll contact the family to.”
She nods, slightly, then asks, almost absently. “I know it’s not a very good picture – and Which gym would that be?”
[Something Wicked] She nods “Thanks. I don’t know how I could tell Monica and Peter about Fannie. As for the gym, it’s the gold gym, on the south edge of Lakeview. Ever heard of it?”
She ask, tilting her head, looknig at Izzy up and down, doubting that the woman had heard of it. She didn’t seem the kind ot work out despite looking fairly fit. She guessed the stress, the job and well, the smoking, she could smell it on the woman, must’ve keep her from getting overweight.
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly. “Yeah, I’ve heard of it. Thank you.”
She stands, and hands over her card once more. “If you can think of anything else, please let me know. I’ll call ahead and let them know you’ll id her, and make sure someone gets to the family as well. If anything else comes to mind please don’t hesitate to call day or night.”
[Something Wicked] She nods “All right, I’ll go down to the station in a little while. I need some time to..steel myself up you know?”
She took the card and walked Izzy to the door “hank you for telling me what happened. Good luck catching that man Detective” She closes the door behind Izzy.
[Izzy Montoya] “I understand.”
She nods, and then makes her way to the car. She leans against the top of it for a moment, just staring off into the distance, before she gets inside, and starts the engine, and pulls off into traffic. The gym is the key, as she had suspected. The same type girl, over and over again. All physically fit, all blond, blue eyed. And the man – could be any one of the muscle boys that work out there.
She runs her fingers through her car, then goes to pick up some wine for dinner, before heading home again, to add the information to the board.
[Something Wicked] When she comes home, it smelled really good of greek food. Derek was sitting on the couch, in boxers, looking at the board with a beer, the info about the girls he had investigated already on the board, chief amongst it was the fact that Debbie Holmes had gone to the same gym as Vivian Connors.
When he sees her, he looks at her with a small smile “Hey, got anything new from your meeting?” He gets up and walk to her, stepping inside her personal space, gently grabbing the bottle “I’ll prepare dinner” He said, looking into her eyes, leaning forward slightly, his body barely touching hers. He look like he was about to kiss her before moving away, heading ot hte kitchen.
He liked teasing her like that. Looking like he was about to behave like a boyfriend..giving her a reason to kick him out or something.
[Izzy Montoya] He was sitting on her couch when she arrived home, and she arches a brow slightly at him. She looks to the door, then back, before reaching back to pointedly lock the door behind her. She doesn’t remember giving him a key, but she knows that the doormen tend to keep an eye on who she lets in, who she sees most often. She’s pretty sure they have a pool going on her various activities – its likely that’s how he got in.
Or something.
She reaches behind her and pulls her weapon from its place snug at the small of her back, the other from her ankle, and adds it and her ID and badge to the little bowl for that purpose on the table, before she looks up and hands him the wine. He invades her personal space, and she watches him her head tipping slighlty as she looks up at him… only to roll her eyes as he takes the wine and moves away.
But her smirk is more of a bemused grin, as he does so, and she finally answers the question. “Fannie attended Atlas gym, too. No one could positively ID the man in the picture – but all say it could be any of the muscle heads at the gym. And Michelle all but literally disappeared into thin air.”
[Izzy Montoya] (Golds! Yes. *L*)
[Something Wicked] “Oh…wow, interesting. About both facts.” He comes back with gyros, slouvakis, pastitsios and giouvetsis, rice nad greek potatoes. He places the dishes on the table then went back to the kitchen
“I guess we’ll have ot check both the gold gym and atlas fitness again. And what do you think happened to Michelle? Is it related to our case? Should we investigate that?” He returns with the wine and glasses, handing her one, fiulling it then his. He leans again, invading her space and this time actually kiss her lips briefly before moving to sit with a grin, at the table.
His eyes watches her, enjoying her beauty, despite the fact they were talking about dead girls. It’s not that he didn’t care that he took the time to have fun with Izzy or appreciate her body. But they were dead and no matter what they do, it won’t change. He just didn’t want to pass by his own life by spending it focused on findign people who took lives. If he did that, they would take his as well, indirectly. He will find the killer, save other girls btu he will also make this one smile..at least once in a while. Maybe even happy one day.
[Izzy Montoya] “Don’t forget the other – Diana was a gym instructor. Her fiance owns the gym – the one in cabrini.” She scrubs at her face, briefly, after she sits, but looks up to take her glass of wine, and accept his kiss. She lifts her free hand to slide over his briefly, as he moves to take his seat, before she inhales appreciatively of the meal he’s set out for them – her belly complaining that it’s not already working on it, so she takes a sip of her wine, and digs in.
“Michelle’s is weird – here.” She pulls out her phone and shows him the photo. “She all but disappeared into thin air – in the 30 seconds her boyfriend wasn’t looking at her. The only smudge is on that last print… even if she ends up not being one of our girls, that shit’s weird and needs looked into. Might be one of ours – or the other guys, ya know?”
She knows he watches her, and she looks up to meet his gaze, between bites, just taking the sight of him in, how comfortable he looks here, and how much he tries to makes her smile, make her happy. She doesn’t tell him anything mushy, no – but settles for this instead. “This is fuckin’ delicious.” because it is.
[Something Wicked] He nods “All right, we’ll check that gym too.” He eat some before taking her phone, looking at the picture “Weird. If hse was taken by our side or the other..if it’s related to that, there would be some prints no? I mean they might be swift and all but none walks on air right?” He asks, looking at her
He grins when hse says it’s delicious “Pfff you barely eat when I’m not around, you’d find mac and cheese as delicious as gastonomic cuisine at dinenr time” he nudges her slightly as he eat. It was comfortable, their dinner there together, the nights spent in bed, having sex or sleeping, the quick morning beakfasts and showers.
They actually had a routine..and thy probably didn’t realized it yet. Nor did they wanted to realize it either.
[Izzy Montoya] She nods. “the last one to see Diana was the janitor. I’ll try and meet with him tomorrow.”
She watches his reaction to the picture and nods. “Yeah, that’s what I thought too. Might be able to back burner her, but keep it in mind for weird shit. What’d you get?”
She looks toward the board, kicking off her shoes, all without missing a bite. She sticks her tongue out at him with his all too accurate acessment of her eating habits. Comfortable. easy. It’s easy being with him – which, if she let herself think about it would terrify her. So she concentrates on what (she thinks) brings them together right now. The case.
When it’s over – one Detective will have to do some sole searching, for sure. But that’s then. This is now.
[Something Wicked] He grins “Keep that tongue in your mouth, or I’ll have it in mine” He winks then looked a little more serious “Janitor? Maybe he works in all those gyms. He mgiht be the missing link you know?” He says, looking at her.
He continues ot eat. She had been right earlier, the food was delicious.
“I haven’t heard anything mysterious…well not as mysterious as the michelle case. Amelia disapeared one evening. Her parents said they thought her boyfriend kindapped her, both haven’t been heard form. Still i got the feeling family life wasn’t easy for her, so I assume she ran away with the guy. Debbie disapeared early april, after a late night shift at the restaurant. She took the bus home, never made it to her appartment. The pre law student, Janie, had started partying hard if I believe soem of her friends and had a few less reputable connections. The case was eventually dropped but guess who was the detective: Nick Hagar..the other cop working for the Scarpesi. I think we should look into that eventually. Lindsay Gareth, the dentist, left for owrk one morning and never came back home. In fact she never showed for work. I’m not sure about what happened. Her ex-husband didn’t seem liek the nicest or most controlled of men.
Though he didn’t do much when he got angry at my questions” He grins slightly “Probably because he was half a foot shorter and nearing my weight but not all of it was muscles”
[Izzy Montoya] She nods. “That was my thought to.”
Then she listens, while she eats. “so other than Debbie, who’s connected at the gym, do you think any of them are ours?” She makes note of the Scarpesi connection, her jaw tensing slightly as she remembers the mess with finn still hasn’t been dealt with to her satisfaction. They’ll certainly look into that, later.
Then she smirks, slightly and arches a brow, teasing. “Funny, I don’t find you intimidating at all.”
[Something Wicked] He seems to think about it “I don’t know. I don’t think so. None of them felt..right you know. I’m pretty sure one is a runaway, the other has been involved in something bad. She might be dead but not by our killer and the third..she disapeared during the day. Mostly she got away from her husband. She might’ve been found in another city and the cops jsut let her be. I don’t know”
Then he grins “That’s because you’re used to be around 9 feet tall, hairy balls of rage. And beside that, you’ve seen me naked, I’ve seen you naked and when I get rough with you, you actually enjoy it. So yeah, I never gave you reasons to find me intimidating”
Maybe he could be intimidating if he wanted to. But he had no reasons to be with her, no desire to see if he could succeed. They could tease about it but he’ll never try to prove he could. He places his hand high on her thigh, fingers pressing on her crotch slightly “You might not find me intimidating, but I think you find me pleasurable though”
He leans to nibble on her neck slightly, a little more presure on her crotch before moving slightly away, watching her reaction.
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly. “Alright. We’ll keep the files in case we have to look into them further, but for now, we’ll go with the ones we have – all with the gym connections. And maybe this janitor is the key. I just don’t want to miss anything, to risk anyone else being taken, ya know?”
And then it turns into the intimidation factor, and she smirks slightly. She knows she’s far more intimidating to most, even more so than some of their raging cousins but that’s because she cultivates that image, carefully. Derek, on the other hand, slides his hand along her thigh, her crotch, and she arches a brow as she chases another bite around her plate. She does, however, part her thighs slightly, to allow him easier access and tips her head to allow him better access to her neck as well, before she pushes her plate aside..
“Time for dessert already?” She doesn’t seem adverse to the idea. She never is, not with him…
[Something Wicked] His hand now presses fully against her crotch, rubbing her over her pants “Well, we cna alwyas take a break and reheat everything later” He grins as he recognizes the signs indicating she was willing to have sex right now. Truth was, she was willing to have sex just about anytime, maybe it was just with him, maybe it was that way before
“Take off your shirt” He says to her, a request as he takes the lead tonight. Also a pleasure as he always like seeing her undress. He could do it but one hand was busy rubbing her, the other one moving under her shirt to caress her flat belly, moving up to her breasts. She could see how turned on he was by her. The boxers weren’t really helpful to hide his reaction.
[Izzy Montoya] She inhales slowly, as he rubs her, her breath let loose in a soft sigh of delight as he slips his hand under her shirt, her breasts. The corner of her lips quirk into a little grin, as she unbuttons her blouse, and peels it off, as he asks. He takes the lead, and she lets him. she doesn’t even unclasp her bra until he tells her too, simply enjoying his explorations as she curls her hips into his hand…
She does, however, reach for him, her fingers sliding over his length, teasing through the soft fabric of his boxers, rediscovering each subtle nuance that makes him unique…
She’s always ready for him, suggestions of dampness through her slacks evident as he continues to play with her, teasing her…
[Something Wicked] He smiles as he watches her take off her blouse, her body as beautiful as ever. His hand could feel the dampness and warmth coming out from between her legs “Take off your bra, offer me those gorgeous breasts”
His ex his hard in her hand, under the boxers. She turns him on, he turns her on. It was not something either could deny, or even want to stop. Not him anyway.
Once he unclasps her bra, he leans forward, cupping one breast with his hand, kissing and licking it, tracing circles around her aerola with the tip of his tongue before before his lips closes on her nipple. He nibbles and suck it, rubbing her faster over her slacks. If she came before she was completly naked,so be it. He’ll make her climax again before they were over.
After a moment and taking his time with both breasts, he whispers at her “Get up, facing me, take off your pants”
[Izzy Montoya] She does as he demands, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra, peeling it off and tossing it aside, moaning softly as he teases her with lips, tongue, fingertips… her back arching into the heat of his mouth as he rubs her faster, her eyes closing as she slides her free hand around the back of his neck, holding him to her, as the other works his length slipping into his boxers to stroke him fully….
She groans as he pulls away from her breasts though she does as he demands once again, submitting to his lead tonight without smart assed comments, without challenging him – rare, but enjoyable just the same. She faces him, unbuttons and unzips her slacks, and slides them down over her hips, letting them fall and kicking them aside….
[Something Wicked] He smiles at her and then his hands moved to her thighs, caressing them up to her hips and down to her knees. He lened forward to kiss her sex over the wet panties, all round then her clit and labias. His hands moves to her butt, pressing her more against his lips, his tongue joining to lick her over the fabric, smelling and tasting her through her panties.
After a moment, he slowly pull them down, letting her step out of them. Without a word, one hand moved to her thigh and lead her to place her foot on the couch. His other hand did the same for her other leg. His hands then moves under to her hips so she’s crouching a little , her belly button level with him. He slides down, hands now under her as the support most of her weight, the spreaded, crouched legs offering her sex fully to look at and them as his lips moves closer, to kiss, tease and lick.
His tongue started to lick her all over then more precisly her labias and clit, his arms almost liftling her up. He licks and tastes and pelasure her, flicking her clit, sucking on it, one finger teasing her tight hole from under her. It wasn’t an usual way to pleasure her but with her feet barely touching the couch and her sex spread that way, it probably felt as different and good being eaten that way, as when he hold her up to fuck her opposite the usual positions in bed.
[Izzy Montoya] She catches her breath as he kisses her, teasing her through her panties, her body trembling with the sensations he sends careening through her lean form. She arches a brow slightly as he positions her, but then all thought is lost with the feel of her mouth on her, tasting and teasing as he supports her weight… she slides her fingers into his hair, her breath quickening with each touch of talented tongue, each dip of his finger…
she will never, ever, complain about any way he wants to eat her… any place, any time, any way…. her breath quickens, and the muscles in her thighs tremble as she lets her head fall back, her hand lifting to tease her nipples, tweaking them to hardness as the other holds him to her… “Ohmyfuuuuck…”
He works her to a frenzy with ease, and she doesn’t even attempt to hide her reactions, open and vulnerable here, with him, like this… glistening sex showing just how much she wants him, how much he affects her as he works her ever closer to release…
[Something Wicked] He doesn’t stop, loving her taste, her scent, the way she moans. His tongue works on her until she climax, his finger pressing hard against her tight hole, rubbing it to add to the sensation. As she goes over the edge, He continue to lick her, letting her feet rest on the couch, one handl eaving it’s place under her. She can feel him shift position slightly and then
he slowly move up, his body brushing against hers, lips nad tongue licking and kissing their way up until they reach her lips and he kisses her deeply, lusfully, passionatly, fiercely. His hands are back on her butt and she’s lifted and smoothly yet swiftly pulled down on his very hard sex, filling her almsot instantly and completly. Takniga good hold of her butt, he moves her up and down hard and fast, building on her orgasm that hasn’t completly subsided.
He wanted her to cum hard and again, and again and again.
[Izzy Montoya] He sends her careening into climax, and she falls, willingly, allowing herself the release her body so desperately craves, along with the freedom it allows to show him how she feels without having to disect it, without having to quantify it, define it… and when he fills her again, so quickly, so hard, she all but falls over that edge again, crying out against his lips, her kiss passionate, deep, saying everything she cannot say, fiercely and without reservation…
Her arms around his neck, nails grip at his shoulder, at the back of his neck, as he pounds into her, building her up again, hard on the heels of her first, her body barely recovering before she’s awash in sensation and satiation once again, her hold tightening as she cries out her relaase against his lips, tightening against him, around him, pulling him deeper still as she cums again…
[Something Wicked] He doesn’t stop until he finally feel himself reach his climax and exploding inside her, fillnig her with his semen. He had held on as long as he could, wanting her to come as many times as possible. Sweating, breathing slightly hard, he sits down slowly, still inside her, so she could stay on his lap, straddling him, legs curled on each side of him
“You feel amazing, you know that?”He says with a satisfied smile “You have the most perfect body I had the pleasure to enjoy” Well most perfect to him at least. The way she looked, the smelled, she tasted, she sounded, she felt….right now, there was no onether women, mortal, in or Garou he wanted more than her.
He stay there, kissing her, softer than earlier, just to feel her lips against his, her tongue playing with his. His hands caresses her back and sides, cupping her breasts once in a while. It was a gentler touch than earlier or usual. Maybe he wanted to keep her turned on until he was hard again..or maybe..he just craved her, her skin, her lips and didn’t want to be apart from her.
It wasn’t love..no..no..it was lust, pure lust..right? Riiiiighht.
[Izzy Montoya] He cums inside her, and she cries out against his lips again, her entire being reacting to the feel of his sex so deep inside her jerking with his own climax, her hold on him steadying, clinging to him as she rides the waves of their satiation…
He settles slowly, with her, keeping himself deep inside as they settle to the couch, her hold on him relaxing slightly as he tells her she’s perfect, amazing… She offers him that little grin of hers, the one only he sees, the one reserved for those rare moments when she’s vulnerable, open, stripped raw from all the trappings of the persona she shows the world…
the moments where she’s his, alone.
She doesn’t say anything not verbally as he’s kissing her again- languid and soft, teasing and gentle, and she’s reacting to it, just the same… she moans softly against his lips, trembling slightly in the aftermath of lust, the tenderness almost unsettling, even as it results in her craving his touch just that much more…
Which is just another side of lust… right? Riiiiiiight….
[Something Wicked] He kisses and caresses her for a long time, his sex softening inside her. Only when he slowly shift position does it come out and they end up laying on the couch, her resting on him, his strong arms surrounding her, holding her against him, slightly possessively. She was his..good luck trying to take her away from him, unless she wanted to. It was probably why the hold was slightly loose, to allow her a chance to move away..always
He never held her very tightly unless they were fucking. He always gave her the choice to move away from moments liek this, but she rarely does.
One hand moves to her hair, playing with it, the gesture strangely tender as he lays, eyes closed, with her warm body onhim, her weight present yet light. His breathing was steady now, strong, regular, jsut like his heartbeat, making her rise and fall each time, almost rocking her gently. He’s silent for now, trying not to dwell on what a moment liek this meant for them
Fort it meant nothing, it was jsut exhaustion. Long day, intense sex and all..of course.
[Izzy Montoya] He always gives her the choice to move away when she wants too, which is very likely why she doesn’t, why she chooses instead to follow his shift in position, laying against him on the couch letting him hold her, as their heartbeats settle into tandem rhythm. Her breath falling in a soft, content, sigh as she tucks her head against his shoulder, her eyes closing as he plays with her hair.
Anyone who saw them now would think they had admitted to feelings they haven’t admitted even to themselves – and even if they thought about it, they’d have to admit it to themselves.
She doesn’t think about it, she simply enjoys that it is… and she presses a kiss against his neck, her breath warm and soft across his skin as she remains exactly as she is – tangled up in him.
[Izzy Montoya] [fade]