Izzy Montoya
[Echo, echo, i hear an echo?]
Dice: 7 d10 TN7 (1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 8, 8, 10) ( success x 2 ) Re-rolls: 1
Izzy Montoya
It’s been a long day already before the call even came in – but you couldn’t tell it to look at her. She looks as she always does when she’s on a scene – in control, in command, and focused. So very focused.
It’s different here. In Chicago she had built her reputation, and knew what to expect from her team. Here, the same reputation proceeds her, and all eyes watch extra close to see if she deserves such stories of greatness, or if it’s all hype. After all, she’s just a chick, and there’s no way she’s the most decorated of a primarily male police force. No freakin way. So they watch, they scrutinize, they wait for her to make the tiniest mistake so they can scoff and point and say “I told you so.”
Derek, of course, as her partner, is treated to much the same as she, but not to the degree. He’s an up and comer, and he’s male. Hazards of working for the good ole boys – he could trip and fall anytime, and it’s ok. Her? Never. She cannot make a mistake. Not yet, and possibly not ever.
So she works hard – just as hard here as she did there, working shit cases, open and close, things a rookie would finish up in an hour. It’s the nature of being the low man on the totem pole, and she expects it. She’s dealt with it before in Miami… the only difference is here she has a partner with her, too. She doesn’t let them see her tired, doesn’t let them know if and when they’ve gotten under her skin, doesn’t let them see her sweat.
She’s sweating now.
This should be open and shut. That’s what they were told when the case came down, as Derek grabbed the file, as she slipped on her jacket and they headed out the door. No problems, an hour over time, no big deal. That was three hours ago. It was slated as Domestic Dispute Gone Bad. They walked into the remnants of a blood bath.
She is crouched in the middle of the room, where there is an absence of blood, where she has a decent view of the carnage before her. Her hands, encased with blue latex gloves, hang loosely clasped between her knees, her elbows rest on her thighs, and her eyes – oh those dark, intelligent eyes – miss nothing…
She is quiet for a long time… Derek knows that look. The others wonder as they hover and try to decide where to start. She’s barked at them to not move a muscle for a moment, to let her think [let her hear] and they wait. Impatiently. She has rank, if not their respect.
Yet.
Derek Anderson
With the file in hand, they had arrived on the scene. It was a complete mess and the young detective rubbed his stubble covered cheek. His let his blue eyes scan the place and putting on gloves, steps inside. They go through the room for hours, the other detectives getting tired, as well as watching them like hawks.
If it bothered him, it didn’t show. He doesn’t even look annoyed or impatient. Maybe he was just waiting for Izzy to use her gift and make things easier. But that wasn’t it. Even if he was her partner in more ways than one, he didn’t rely only on her talent.
After all, due to injury, pregnancy, leading another case or whichever reason, he might find himself investigating alone and he would need all his skills to be at their best. That’s why when Izzy started to focus and listen, he moved slightly, nowhere near her, still trying to find clues.
The answers were there, they only had to find them. And he will never give up, so why be annoyed or frustrated that it was taking time. He glancesat Izzy once in a while to check if she was done
(investigation roll for the heck of it)
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 3, 5, 7, 8) ( fail )
Derek Anderson
Dice: 6 d10 TN7 (2, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10) ( success x 6 ) [WP]
Izzy Montoya
She never relies on her talent alone. It doesn’t always work, after all, and she was a damn good detective before the gift, too. But she closes her eyes, a sign that Derek doesn’t miss [in truth, he misses very little, that boy. Perhaps that’s why he scares her so much, sometimes] and knows she’s heard what she was looking for.
She nods toward the dresser off to the side, and arches a brow, checking to see if he’d noted the barely visible bare foot print there, the scuff marks that shows the side table had been ppushed in front of the door just before this all happened… She, of course, knows he did. She stands, and barks a command for the waiting team. “Get me a blanket from the ambi. Mind your step, don’t hit the marks. And you missed a bullet there.” She points toward a nick in the wall, across the way, even as she moves toward the closet door next to the dresser.
Nooo…daddy please no…
Shhhh, don’t say a word, ok? It’ll be fine, mama promises… but I need you to hide..
You hide too! I’m scared! He sounds mad! Mama!
Shhh.. just stay here. Don’t move. Don’t say a word… don’t come out no matter what you hear..
But..
PROMISE ME.
….i promise…
After they get a good look, it’s really very simple how it falls together for Derek – who is a damn fine investigative cop – and for Izzy, who has the added benefit of hearing what happened herself. It was a domestic disturbance – he was drunk, she was terrified, it started about money, about other women, about any number of things including the way she breathed too loud. It progressed into a frightening night of pain, abuse both physical and sexual, of knives and blood, of three gunshots (one that went wild, the one they’d missed) before she managed to kill him, before breathing her last herself…
and under it all, the whimpering cries of a terrified child. a child who’s still baracaded in the closet.
She knees by the end table that’s shoved against the closet door keeping it closed, and pushes it aside… Softly, she murmurs encouragement to whoever she thinks is inside. “Hey… Its ok. I know your scared.. I’m with the police, and I’m here to help you… I’m going to open the door now, ok? I’ll show you my badge, and we can get you out of there..”
There’s a blood curdling scream of “NODONTOPENTHEDOOR, which ends the speculation of the team that she’s completely fucking nuts – and she closes her eyes briefly… “Shhh… it’s ok. I’ll open the door when you’re ready, ok? My name’s Izzy.. what’s yours?
Derek Anderson
He had notices all those little signs. That’s why they were such a great team. Between them, they didn’t miss much. He make sure everyone does their job while Izzy tries to help the little girl.
He moves closer to Izzy, studying the door, the room, trying to see if a teddy might be missing from a spot on the bed..something that the kid could talk about. “Does she have a toy in there..blankie…anything she could talk to you about?’
Izzy Montoya
He notices all the little signs. Even the ones that have to do with her – the tightens around her lips, the way her brow furrows, the tension that is screaming in her form as she talks to the little girl trapped in the dark…
She nods, slightly, to let him know that she heard him…
“Hey… I’ve got a blanket out here… do you have one?” As she says it, she snaps her fingers at one of the officers, demanding he hurry up in getting her the one she asked for… There’s a sound of assent inside, and finally she’s given a name too…
“Ahh, Gracie. That’s a beautiful name. My blanket is…” It’s finally handed to her, and she nods her thanks. “…blue. What color is yours?”
Izzy is trembling, and doing her best to hide it as Derek takes control of the team. The rest of the room has disappeared (…the room she sees is nothing like this one… the circumstances different, but she knows all too well the fear of being trapped in the dark in a small room…) and all that remains is the scared voice of the little girl.
“Yellow? that’s my friend Derek’s favorite color.” It’s not. It is for now. “Tell you what, Gracie… If you open the door just a little, I’ll hand you my badge, so that you can see I’m a real police officer, ok? It’s even got a chain on it, so you can wear it as a necklace if you want…”
Her voice is soft, convincing, and as she waits she holds her breath… and after a while [seems like forever] she’s rewarded by the door opening just a crack. she doesn’t force it open farther, she doesn’t even touch it. she just takes off her badge and slides it through the opening. Little fingers snatch it, then hold it back into that sliver of light to see it.
You’re pretty.
“Aw, thanks, Gracie. I bet your really pretty too. How about you come out here and you and me can get something to drink and eat, ok?”
Can I wear your badge?
“Of course you can. You can be Detective Izzy.”
Will you be Gracie?
She smiles, at the little giggle, and nods. “I’ll be Gracie. I’ll even introduce you to my friend Derek – who…” and here she whispers “..is really my boyfriend. And if You’re Detective Izzy, I’ll bet he’ll let you hold his hand…”
Ewww! He probably has cooties!
She chuckles and looks up at Derek. “He does. But they’re very nice cooties. You gonna come out for a while?”
…ok. but i’m not holding his hand.
“Deal.” Izzy shifts her position, and opens the blanket she’d been given, and when the door opens, she blocks the view of the room with herself and scoops up Gracie. “I’m gonna wrap you up in my blanket too, because it’s kind of chilly outside. Ok? There we go. You look good in the badge, Detective. Let’s go outside and direct the team from there…”
She wraps the littel girl up, she can’t be more than 3 or so – and makes sure to cover her head with the blanket, blocking her view of the room, as she sweeps her up into her arms, and turns to march her through the room, and toward the door…
Derek Anderson
He finds himself sitting beside Izzy, one hand on her knee, letting her know he was there. That she wasn’t alone. He wouldn’t leave her to herself. He grins about yellow being his favorite color now or about the cooties.
He let Izzy handle the conversation and smoothly gets up when the kid comes out. He let her go to Izzy and moves out with her when they exit the room. There wasn’t much to say or do, except offer the kid his best smile of she peeks at him.
Izzy Montoya
Gracie peeks at Derek, and whispers something in Izzy’s ear, that makes her laugh, and nod. “I know, right?”
The laughter gets shocked looks from the team, who are seeing a different side of the Detective then they usually get to see. Of course it’s for the child’s benefit, and if they dare say anything about it, she’ll kill them with a glance. She looks up at Derek, and offers him a little smile – the one only he gets to see. Just to let him know she’s ok. For now.
“Gracie, this is Officer Watkins. Since you’re Detective, you should tell him to call CPS, and make sure they get here right away. Do you have any auntie’s or uncles around here? A Nana or Papa? You can tell Officer Watkins here to call them for you. He likes taking orders from ladies…”
Which is a direct lie, but her saying so forces him to interact in a gentler way than he would normally. Gracie admits to having a Nana, but doesn’t know her full name. A nod from Izzy sends Watkins to discover it, and make the calls, just like the little Detective said. In the meantime, Izzy settles to the hood of her car, still holding the little girl, who lays her head down on her shoulder, and sighs, exhaustion and the aftermath of terror finally taking it’s toll as she drifts toward sleep in the safety of Izzy’s arms.
To Derek, once she’s sure it won’t be understood by the tired girl. “You saw everything up there, right?” As in he was able to piece together what she saw and heard on his own – and can direct them as she would, as she deals with gracie.
Derek Anderson
He follows them out, watching Izzy and the kid. He offers a smile back to the Fenrir kin when she let him know she’s ok. He has a feeling tonight she will need something intense to make her move past today.
Dark, enclosed spaces and all that.
When Izzy sits on the hood of the car with Gracie, he stands beside them a moment returning his attention to his lover when she speaks “Yeah, I think I got everything”
He squeezes her shoulder reassuringly, caress the cheek of the little girl with the curled back of a finger than move back inside making sure everyone is doing what they are supposed to do and updating them on what happened actually..as much as he could say. Only Izzy knew certain details.
Izzy Montoya
She nods her thanks, and leans her head to touch her cheek to his hand on her shoulder, just a moment of contact, before he heads in to take care of the team, and make sure they don’t miss anything. That she allows him to do so shows just how far she’s come in the months they’ve been together. She trusts him. With a case. Without her being right there.
The boys in chicago would never believe it.
Soon the preliminary investigations are done, and a very scared Nana arrives to take gracie, under the watchful eye of Children Protective Services. Izzy gets her badge back, but makes the woman from CPS promise to get contact info to Izzy so that she can give Gracie one of her own at a later date.
When Derek returns, Izzy is back leaning against the hood,having checked in with the team, and discovering Derek had it all under control, watching as everyone clears out, one by one. He finds her smoking a cigarette – and only he can see how her hands tremble as she lifts it to her lips to inhale.
Derek Anderson
He gets back to her after everyone is wrapping the scene up. There was nothing left to do. The murderer was dead. Only thing that needs to be done was the paper work. They could do it tomorrow.
He grins when he sees her leaning on the hood, eyeing her up and done “Too bad we’re surrounded by cops, I’d do you right here”
he moves to lean against the car, near her upper body, one hand reaching to rest on one of her arms. “Sorry you had to go through this tonight. I do have something funny to tell you though when we get home..as well as making forget about tonight before”
Which means intense fucking then talk.
Izzy Montoya
She arches a bow at him, and snorts. “Like being surrounded by cops has stopped you before. Or have you forgotten that incident in the locker room?” a beat, and tehn mock innocence “…that was you, right?”
She leans into his touch a bit, and then looks up at him curiously. “Oh? then we’d best get our asses home, then….”
Derek Anderson
He grins as one hand move along her inner thighs to caress her crotch “Yeah, this feels familiar..I think it was me” He move his hand to her pocket and gets her keys “I drive tonight hun. You you lower your pants in the car and enjoy the ride”
He winks and moves to the driver’s side and gets in, ready to drive while playing with her sex.
Izzy Montoya
She arches a brow, slightly, and watches him… before that little smirking grin reappears again. She’s tempted to grab the keys back again… but she knows what he’s doing, and knows why.
and knows it’s exactly what she needs – as does he.
So she nods, and takes a final drag off her cigarette, flicks it into the gutter as she exhales, and stands, moving around to the passanger side of her car, slipping into her seat and closing the door. And then, she flips open the button of her slacks, unzips, and shimmies from them completely before relaxing back into the seat.. a smug little grin playing across her lips. Not all partners get such steller on the way home treatment, after all…
Derek Anderson
He drives at a good speed while his hand plays on her sex, pleasuring her, knowing how to get the best reactions and quickly. He wants her to cum hard in the car so he can lick her juices and smell her before the steps out.
Once they make it home, he gets out of the car, licking his fingers, watching a half naked Izzy walk with him to the door. He tilts his head, pick a letter from the mailbox, reads who it’s from with a from and opens the door.
He places the letter down and once the door is closes, he pulls his pants down and fucks Izzy right there on the spot. Then the living room and the bedroom are witness to one of their intense fuck session.
Only when both can’t move odes he stop and breathe softly, holding her in his arms
Izzy Montoya
He knows exactly how to touch her, how to get her to react, where to press harder, where to flick lightly, how to make her cum, and cum hard, right there on the freeway… She’s breathless when he pulls into their driveway, and because it’s a home – and not an apartment – she doesn’t bother putting on her pants, just heads inside, knowing he watches her…
She notes he picks up a letter and frowns, but then they’re inside, and he’s inside her and she forgets to think at all for a while… they fuck their way to the bedroom, until they’re both exhausted and sweaty, and unable to move… she can’t even summon the energy to reach for a cigarette, so she doesn’t bother, just remains tangled up in him…
“Whew.” Is what she says. What she means is ever so much more than that…
Derek Anderson
He lets his lips kiss her neck and shoulder blades. holding her tightly now. No more loose hugging or snuggling. She was his, he was hers and it was fine for him. He wanted it no other way.
He licks his lips, tasting her, never having enough of her scent or taste.The man was an oral sex machine. Not that he shied away from fucking her either. “I still want you even if I can’t move” He says into her ear.
He snuggles slightly more against her “Had a Shadow Lord Fostern coming to me earlier for a favour. I said I’ll do it and now, once it’s done, he’ll owe. me. I thought it was pretty funny”
Izzy Montoya
He pulls her to him, tightly, and she lets him, arching her neck into his kisses, moaning softly as he tells her he wants her still… she lets her lips curl into a little grin, hidden as it is with his face against her neck… “Good. All the books say you should leave a gy always fuckin’ wanting more… guess I’m doing something right…”
She touches him, sliding her hands along his skin, simple caresses across thigh and hip. Their first nights together, neither would have thought it would come to this, it would mean as much as it does, that they would come this far, together. Though she never says it – he knows what those little caresses mean…
She arches a brow though, and turns her head to look at him. “Oh? They found us, then, have they… What’d he want?” Wary, a bit…
Derek Anderson
He smiles enjoying every little gestures she did that told him more than she says. How close they were now, how much has happened between them, how far form being fuck buddies they were.
They had something true, something real, something that made him happy.
“He wants me to look for names that a certain weapon might have killed. Tomorrow he’ll give me the gun and then I’ll have to run a few ballistic checks without raising flags. I might have to do something else later, like scare the kinfolk who owns the gun so she is aware that she’s playing a dangerous game.”
He shrugs “For now, I only need the names..the rest if asked will make the favour he owes me grow. I’ll see how it turns out”
Izzy Montoya
A dangerous game indeed. She nods, slightly – she’s done her fair share of under the radar checking on things in her time on the force. “Just make sure you cover your tracks.” Not that he needs her to tell him that. Part of what she loves likes about him is how very fucking smart he is. That, and the way he touches her… and so many other things she can’t explain – because it’s not that L word, even if it’s true, real, and makes them happy.
What she’s really telling him is simple – be careful.
“Who was the letter from?” She never misses a thing…
Derek Anderson
He nods “I’ll bring the broom and dustpan…no tracks at all” He teases her lips with kisses until she asks the question. She can see him frown again
“My parents.” He simply say and slowly get up off the bed “Better open it and check what they want” He smiles slightly at her “Want anything while I’m out of the room”
He leaves the room and comes back a few minutes later with a beer for himself and anything Izzy might have asked for. His face is serious as he reads the letter,
“Hmmmm I have to go back home for the weekend. Silver Fang ball held at my parents. Presence is obligatory”
Izzy Montoya
She nips at him, playfully, before she melts into the kisses for a moment… until he mentions his parents. Uh oh. He gets up to go retrieve the envelope and she makes no effort at all to hide the appreciative look as she watches him move… distracted enough she almost forgets to ask…
“Water?”
She’s still watching as he comes back into the room, as he reads the letter, still relaxed enough that she hasn’t reached for her smokes… yet.
“Ouch, mandatory Fang Ball? Sounds…” Well, sounds like hell, really, but she settles on… “…fun?”
Derek Anderson
He hands her a bottle of water and sits on the bed “Loads of fun.” He shrugs “Seriously it’s not too bad. Some of them are interesting people. But those things are so very formal, I’m not sure I want to have my sister’s judging gaze upon me for a whole weekend. She is totally against us being together. Also it doesn’t fit any regular Fangs meeting.
Maybe something happened. My sister or my brother’s mate might be pregnant and the family wants to celebrate. I’ll see when I get there”
He drinks his beer then lays on his back. “I don’t feel like going though”
Izzy Montoya
She arches a brow, slightly. “You told your sister about us?” she’s surprised, really, but realizes she probably shouldn’t be. Just because she has no family, she tends to forget others do, and that they actually communicate.
He doesn’t feel like going… and she sits up, so that she can take several swallows from the water bottle, watching him a moment before that brow hitches upwards again… “Don’t feel like going – or don’t feel like going alone…”
Derek Anderson
He smiles at her “Yeah, I told my family so they might stay off my back about mating and all that. After all they weren’t too keen about me moving here. So I had to tell them I wasn’t completely alone”
He turns his head to look at her “I don’t want to go period. And I have to go alone. Only Fangs are invited and I’m going to stay at my parents. Just a nasty weekend to go through I guess”
Izzy Montoya
She nods, slightly, and reaches for her cigarettes, shaking one out of the pack before she gets up and moves to the window, opening it a bit, before sitting on the sill and lighting up. She takes a deep drag, and then exhales, slowly.
Just a nasty weekend he’ll have to get through, he guesses. She – having dealt with Fangs before, probably guesses it’ll be a lot more than that, but she just nods again – saying only “Gives me a chance to catch up on my gaming, then. All this sex keeps me from the xBox you know…”
Derek Anderson
He grins, watching her “Yeah, I know. It was complaining the other day about the lack of affection and all that”
He moves to his side to look at her naked form “A weekend away from that body will be fucking hard you know that? I guess we better get some take out monday if I arrive late Sunday…for there will be a lot of sex to catch up”
He grins slightly, checking her breasts then her sex with no shame. He loved to look at her.
Izzy Montoya
She smirks at him, and arches a brow. “Of course it’ll be take out – I don’t fuckin’ cook.” which he knows, all too well. Her attempts at doing so are disastrous at best. It’s a wonder she’s kept herself fed all these years on her own. If not for beer and take out – she never would have survived.
She takes a final drag, and looks out the window as she exhales, at the lights in the neighborhood. She is uneasy for reasons she can’t quite put her finger on. She doesn’t want to explore it too much, for fear it will reveal more of what she refuses to really say – but it doesn’t stop the worry from creasing her forehead, briefly. She hides it well enough though, as she looks down to put out the smoke in the ash tray, her hair covering her face briefly, giving her a moment to compose.
Then, she’s setting the ash tray down on the window sill, and standing with a slow stretch. Instead of saying what she doesn’t realize she wants too, or what she should, she moves back to the bed… “Maybe we’d best get a head start on it, then…store up some images for you to think about while you’re gone…”
Derek Anderson
He grins “I know you don’t. Your talents lay elsewhere hun and that what makes you a good cop” He grins a little more “And an incredible lover”
He tilts his head as she look bothered by something, but the moment passes too quickly for him to be sure it has been there.
She moves back to bed and want to be satisfied again He smiles “All right…then offer me a part of you to smell and taste…ladie’s choice so we can get started. I will fill all of your holes once more before we fall asleep”
He moves to get ready to pleasure her
Izzy Montoya
He isn’t sure it was there – so he doesn’t ask. And she doesn’t offer. To admit such a vulnerability is just not her style, not something she’s comfortable with at all. So she simply moves to the bed, and crawls up, leaning to nip at his thigh with her teeth, playfully. “Ladies choice? But Detective, you know I’m anything but a lady…”
And then there is no room for talk, no room for worries, no room for her apprehension and insecurities that she’d never admit too. After all, it’s simply a very intense affair – and not at all everything that she tells him without words over the next couple of hours….
She offers herself, and he makes good on his promise, until they are tangled in the sheets and each other once again, utterly exhausted.
He sleeps, then, wrapped around her, and she watches him for a long moment, memorizing every nuance of his face, studying him in a way she could never do were he awake and watching. Then, she curls up against him again and closes her eyes. A soft sigh, before she goes to sleep as well.. ignoring the odd sense of worry and distrust [not in him, but in his Tribe] that still nags at her intuition.
After all – it’s just a really intense physical relationship…right?
Riiiiiiiiiiight.