detective cross

Suddenly, the wall was at her back and she naturally leaned back into it while pulling the man as physically close as was possible. Morgan could feel him everywhere – ass, thighs, stomach, breasts.. Like he was trying to form a topographical map of her figure through touch and therefore had to grab at everything available to immortalize the grooves. But suddenly, Adrian’s presence simply overwhelmed her; all she could think about was that she was trapped in this small cell, her back to a wall, and how much bigger he was. It caused Morgan to rip her mouth away, her head resting back on the wall as a hand came up to cover her eyes. “Wait- no, no, no,” she got out, her voice sounding rather young and distressed, but it wasn’t his fault. “I can’t do this right now,” Morgan exhaled sharply, allowing her legs to loosen immediately, so she could drop her feet back to the ground and gain some bearing in this situation. She couldn’t handle when the control was gone… It made everything feel beyond what she could handle. “Just leave me alone, I’m not going to do anything,” Morgan gave in, trying to focus on ignoring the panic growing in her chest by taking in a few steadying, deep breaths. “But I want my phone call..”

The moment she pushed him away, Adrian stepped back uninterested in furthering something with someone who didn’t want it. Even if part of him knew that part of her did “It’s fine” he murmured, chest still heaving a little from the lack of breathing he had been doing, even if it was only for a short period of time. This was for the best anyway. It was beyond unprofessional of him to have done that, not that he cared even now. This town was fucked anyway, why should he be any different than any other person. “Why don’t you just let me take you home now” He offered, wishing he knew why she suddenly switched but knowing it wasn’t any of his business. She was a married woman, after all. “Might be better to sleep in your own bed tonight instead of that one. Smells like piss” His frame moved out of the way to allow her to pass through if she chose to. He wouldn’t feel right locking her up for the night after that “I’ll drive you, alright?”

“It’s something the students came up with turns out, total bullshit.” James struggled on occasion to say no to people, not because of some trauma or anything serious that had happened to him but because it was just in his nature. He couldn’t deny either that getting out of his nest might be good for him, though it couldn’t be blamed with the horror movie their little city was turning into. “Okay.” He said simply after pondering over Adrian’s last statement for a few seconds. “I could be up for that.”

“That sucks. I’d still leave if I were them and had some flaky asshole of a teacher late all the time” The man teased. There was little to no pressure in this kind of thing happening again with the man. Adrian enjoyed his company but could manage without it as well- if anything it seemed like something Jamie needed more than he did himself “I’m just a knock away, you know? Unless I’m working then I guess I’m not but that’s besides the point”

Morgan wasn’t an idiot – people had to be booked before they could be locked up. Usually handcuffs were involved and fingerprinting, the whole nine yards. But none of that really mattered because Detective Cross wasn’t doing anything by the books today. She really just wanted to ring his neck somehow. Instead, almost as if she’d sensed what was coming long before this, she returned his hard and sudden kiss with a lot of vigor still pent up inside her. As soon as her hands were free, they clutched at him now, tightening in the fabric of his shirt around his shoulders. Before she jumped and clinged onto him, her long blonde hair fanning out around them both as Morgan spider-monkey clinged onto a man more than capable of bearing her weight (as if he hadn’t just insanely proven that as he carried her to jail in front of the world). She was still extremely angry and frustrated with him, and the opportunity arose where she could take it out on him while at the same time satisfying herself in the process. So none of her behavior was gentle as her nails cut into the back of his neck and one of her fists balled into his hair, her mouth attacking his lips in an almost careless and carnal fashion. God, he sucked… He was just awful.. Really, really awful. She kissed him harder.

The girl must have been more monkey than human, her body instinctively wrapping around his the second their mouths collided. He couldn’t fully wrap his head around why he had kissed her- maybe it was the stress of the case or maybe it was the rosiness of her lips but Adrian couldn’t help himself. His hands moved from her neck and down her back until he firming gripping her rear, pulling her closer to him as he walked her further into the cell he had planned on leaving her in. He could lose his job for this but at that exact moment, he also didn’t care. Her back hit the far wall causing their teeth to clash a little but that didn’t stop him. The moment she was supported between him and the wall his hands were wandering, moving up her torso, brushing over covered breasts before landing back on her neck and pulling her into him. 

“Don’t worry about it, I cope most days. I doubt any of my students would mind all that much anyways if I’m a few minutes late.” The offer was kind but despite James’ instinctual urge to be a people pleaser, he could also be quite independent and was so most of the time. He didn’t want to ask of anything that wasn’t essential. “I still don’t trust it one hundred percent, but I see your point.”

“No, I guess not. Isn’t there that rule where if you’re fifteen minutes late they get to leave? I’m sure they’d all love for you to show up late” He placed his cup on the table before pulling his wallet out of his back pocket and pulling out some bills to place on the table “I mean, if you change your mind the offer still stands. We could even go on a run”

Morgan was honestly relieved when he set her down because his shoulder had been so uncomfortable. But that didn’t stop her from hitting him in the chest again – once, okay twice, and shoved too. “Move!” She ordered him, flipping her bangs out of her eyes as she glared up at him, ignoring his offer of a blanket. She didn’t want to spend the night in there! “This is NOT legal at all! I haven’t even been booked, so move!” She shoved him again, and once more slapped Adrian across the face while the opportunity presented it. If she was going to get locked up, she sure as hell intended to  bleed the reason dry.

“How do you think this works? We sit here and do the paperwork and then throw you in a holding cell?” In truth, he could get her on a couple different minor charges but he wasn’t going to do that. She just needed a night away from the world- away from the paranoia she was experiencing due to the series of killings that had taken place. And a place to calm down a sober up. Hands caught her wrists once again, Adrian finding himself back in the same position he was in in the park. This time his grip was loser, more forgiving because he knew she wasn’t going to be able to get anywhere if she tried to pull away. Dark eyes washed over her, watched the anger linger on her pretty face. She was very pretty. It was no wonder she had managed to go through so many men. Without much thought put into it, he leaned forward, lips crashing hard on hers as his grip moved from her face to the back of her neck in order to pull her closer. This was stupid, he was well aware of it. But he had always had a bit of a thing for crazy.

“I hope you get disemboweled,” Morgan shot back at the detective, looking this way and that as he carried her into the nearly empty station. “What are you looking at?!” The woman barked at Stella#2, the Stella NOBODY FUCKING LIKED because she had those beady little judgmental eyes that followed the two people as they disappeared in the back – presumably where the holding tanks were. “It smells just like you in here,” Morgan insulted Adrian, considering it was no better than a stench of piss and sweaty, unwashed men. “I’ll go on a hunger strike before I’d ever touch a thing anyone in this disgusting place tries to give me,” she promised, now reaching out and making attempts to grab the bars they were walking by but she couldn’t quite grasp them in time to prevent him from walking.

“Pleasant” Not that she was trying to be pleasant, in fact he was intentionally trying to be the complete opposite. Adrian was good at being silent, at not reacting too much when it came to people like her. Maybe it was the way he grew up, maybe it was the constant stream of drunk townies that ended up in here. He didn’t know and he wasn’t doing to delve deeper into his mind to figure it out “You wouldn’t last long, you’re already skin and bones” The man commented as he finally dropped her to her feet, making sure to place his broad form in the door so any attempt at fleeing would be futile. “You want a blanket or something? Gets cold in there at night”

Whatever she’d been expecting, that hadn’t been it. For a second, she was simply confused at what he was trying to do – tickle her? His fingers were feeling up her sides which naturally caused her to squirm, but she only really started that desperate wriggle when he dug around her collarbone area. Her shoulders shot upwards, trying to prevent him from torturing her. “Stop! STOP!” Morgan gasped several times, worming around on the ground until eventually his ruse worked; with her attention off hanging onto the pole for dear life, her legs had loosened their grip, and it Adrian was able to pluck her right up without much issue. The woman oomph’d a grunt out when he man-handled her up onto his shoulder, but she was breathing too hard just then to make a sense of what just happened. Morgan’s hands pushed into his back so she could lift herself up a bit, throwing blonde hair out of her reddened face, and trying to catch her breath. It was hard to do with his shoulder jabbing against her stomach with each step though. “Oooooh,” the frustrated sound finally escaped her, and she turned her face as her eyes zeroed in on his unprotected ear, “I ought to bite your fucking ear off!” And then she did bite him, just because she hated that he’d gotten the best of her twice now. Only she bit him on the back of his neck, because that was actually easier to reach than his ear. It wasn’t a bite as hard as she probably could have – but hard enough it would definitely leave a mark for tomorrow and the day after that, at least. 

As teeth sunk into his neck, Adrian barely reacted. His body didn’t tense, grip didn’t tighten. It was as if it had never happened at all despite the burning pain that was now throbbing at the nape of his neck. That was going to be fun to explain to anyone who managed to see what he was sure was going to be a nice, bruising mark. Maybe even a little bit of blood, she seemed like the type would bite to rip flesh no matter what the situation. They continued onward until he was finally walking up the steps of the small police station. One of the benefits of living in a small town was that everything was within walking distance from the town square. “Welcome to your new home” he joked while trying his hardest to keep his composure. This woman was really testing all the patience he had, which honestly, wasn’t much but he was usually able to keep it together. “If you’re lucky you’ll get breakfast in the morning but sometimes we just kick ‘em to the curb without so much as a cup of coffee” The station was nearly empty, most of the forces that worked there out on patrol since they had been nearly tripled since the murders started “Stella,” he greeted the woman sitting lazily behind the front desk before continuing on towards the holding cells

See, what people never really understood about Morgan was… She honestly didn’t care anymore – not about herself, not how it would look to others, and definitely not that they would ever care themselves. Why would they ever make the mistake of thinking she would, when she was consistently in a wine and drug-induced state most of the day? When her own husband hissed at her that she embarrassed him in public. Morgan was beyond sensible reasoning with anyone – she would do whatever the fuck she wanted, and she didn’t give a rat’s ass how immature or ridiculous it made her look, or whether it damaged her reputation in their eyes. The woman met his hard stare with a cool and grim determination, her lips thinning into a tiny unsmiling line. “Go to hell,” she whispered, and only tightened her legs more, preparing for the fight of her life here. Morgan wasn’t going down easily.

Adrian was done. Completely and totally done with this woman and her antics but he couldn’t force himself to actually be harmful to the woman. The grip on her wrists was shifted so that both were in one large hand. It made it a little more difficult to hold onto but it gave him one free hand to try to get her legs loosened around this damned pole. As soon as his hand was free he went for it, tickling the girl until she was squirming enough that a quick yank with his other arm was enough to get her light frame away from anything she could slink around. “Come on,” He started, pulling her to her feet before her entire body was heaved with ease over his shoulder “Don’t struggle, it’ll only make the walk take longer” 

Morgan met his gaze with a wild-eyed stare of her own – one full of anger, hate, and determination to make this the most difficult time he’s ever had in his miserable little life. “You’re going to need a whole fucking team of men, you pencil-dicked piece of shit,” she spat back, throwing herself down and suddenly wrapping her legs around the pole that denoted this was a bus stop. Yes, she literally wrapped those scrawny legs around the pole and clamped them as tightly as she could. 

“You don’t think I have friends?” He was a cop. Nearly everyone he knew was involved with crime between causing it, stopping it, and representing it. It was what his life revolved around. In an instant, Adrian regretted giving her the bit of leeway he had, long legs wrapping around the pole like she was some sort of monkey attached to its mother. Every agonizing second of this was painful to watch. He was feeling second-hand embarrassment for the girl. With a deep inhale, Adrian crouched down to her level, dark eyes locking on hers as his grip tightened on her wrists again “Get the fuck up.” he spoke through gritted teeth “or I’ll make you”

“You’re not taking me anywhere– I said let me the fuck go!” Morgan was back to screaming at him again, hoping just the shrill sound of that would cause him to… She didn’t know.. Die? Hopefully! But clearly when he hadn’t fell for her watery eyes and plaintive sound, she had to drop that and go another route. God, she loathed men who were too smart for their own good. “I’m not–” Now Morgan spoke between gritted teeth as she dug in her heels, quite literally, and began to pull and lean back on her arms, her ass nearly dropping all the way to the pavement as she attempted to put all the effort she had in her to either break loose or prevent him from being able to drag her, “going anywhere… With you. GET OFF!” A grown woman acting like a toddler throwing a tantrum but what other choice did she have here.

This girl belonged in a psych ward. No wonder she had gone through so many husbands, who the hell would put with someone as batshit crazy as her? Adrian gave a little slack, allowing her to throw whatever tantrum she needed at that moment without actually letting her go. “You are” His voice was patronizing- as if he was talking to a toddler which it nearly felt like he was. “If I take you home I run this risk of your wined up ass coming back out here with another gun making everyone uncomfortable. You can either come with me now or I can get a hold of a buddy and we can go through the fun process of filing charges against you” He paused, looking the girl in the eyes for a moment “The choice is yours, blondie” 

       Things were never this easy. Harvey knew from past experience that once you share a secret with another person it will eventually resurface to bite those involved in the ass. He knew he should agree quietly and make his way out of this mess and preferably never contact the other man again and celebrate the fact that he got out of there as a free man. But the thing is, even if he is a selfish man he would never be able to do that to him. “But Adrian, if they’ll find out about this. I hope they won’t, but if they do then you must do whatever you need to do to save yourself. I can take whatever they’ll throw at me.”

Adrian wasn’t listening. Well, he was, but he didn’t want to be. They both knew standing there in the middle of the night after being caught on a crime scene that if something did happen and they were caught, there would be no going back. Being caught there already looked suspicious as hell but Adrian helping a possible suspect get the hell out of dodge would just be the cherry on top of the perfectly frosted cake “Keep your damn mouth shut and they won’t find out, alright? I’ll make sure of it” Whatever he could do- he had connections, things he could do to make this go away “It’s fine”

“IT WAS NOT MALICIOUS INTENT, IT’S PROTECTING-MYSELF-INTENT,” the woman screamed in his face, until her cheeks had flushed and there was a certain lightheadedness that came with yelling so hard. “And I don’t have to answer to you - I don’t have to explain anything to you, you prick,” she pulled again but it seemed his grip was only getting rougher, causing that sore burning sensation when hard skin cut into your own. “Ow, you’re hurting me,” Morgan complained, suddenly dropping into a pathetic whine, ignoring his taunts as he demanded to know what she could possibly do in this situation. “You’re hurting me,” she stressed again, her eyes getting all suspiciously bright like she was on the verge of crying because of it. 

“I think you need a night away from all of this” Adrian gestured to the non-chaos around him that she seemed to be so paranoid about. The park was calm, no dead bodies had turned up since Frank. Everything seemed to be alright in the moment and here this dumb girl was screaming and shouting murder with a gun in her hand “Make sure you’re a safe as safe can be sitting in a detainment cell for oh, I dunno, a good twenty-four hours” He paused for a moment, head tilting as he clearly gave little to no concern for her pleas. He wasn’t born yesterday, after all “I mean, if you can get ahold of your husband I s’pose he can bail you out but other wise I’m gonna be taking you in”

Warren nodded a simple thank you to the leggy bartender as she placed his second drink in front of him. He had drunkenly tried to take her home once or twice, but it never happened. Redheads weren’t exactly his cup of tea anyway. Taking a hefty swig from his glass before setting it back on the counter-top, he shook his head. “I don’t know man. There’s got to be something we’re missing, this town is only so big. Just think; if we were a couple of serial killers, where would we hide? He has some type of headquarters somewhere. Maybe if we could just find it, we could stake it out and catch the sick fuck.”

Adrian followed suit, nodding at the girl once as she handed him his own drink; something strong and on the rocks “Or maybe it’s one of these rich, bored, suburban moms with too much time on their hands and a grudge against their fat husbands” Maybe it was too soon to be speaking like this after Frank’s death, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if the Mrs. had it out for him. Frank was from another generation, after all, “We could start by talking to the school, see if there are any kids who stick out as far as that goes. Other than that I’m fuckin’ dry dude”

“Being a morning person isn’t something you can learn, I’ve tried.” James said before taking a long sip of his coffee, warm and sweet on his tongue. “It feels better, I thought that the whole breakfast being the most important meal of the day thing was bullshit but I’m willing to admit I was wrong.” He took a glance out of the large window beside them, the streets pretty bare apart from a few people here and there. “Successful is a stretch, maybe if I can start getting my ass up earlier more often I’ll accept that.”

“Hate to break it to you, teach, but breakfast is genuinely the most important meal- boosts your metabolism, makes concentrating easier” Adrian could be a bit of a health nut at times- he had to due to his job. Physical tests weren’t the most fun days if you had spent the week prior eating nothing but pizza and beer “If you need a helping hand I’m usually off around this time. Just bang on your door until you wake up”

“Save me the spiel, alright? I’ve heard it countless times and the bottom line is, you’re just doing your job,” he said the last bit in an extremely mocking tone. “I don’t have to clear a damn thing with any one of you. Until you come on this step with an arrest warrant and the evidence that shows I strung ol’ Dolittle up, you can come to your own conclusions. Frankly, I’m tired of answering these questions.” Yet Adrian pushed on, already firing of a question and asking him to explain things. “The night of the vigil? Hm, let’s see… I was fucking your mother on Pluto, how about that? Enough details for you? Because I can go further if you need.” Graham took several more swallows from the beer, watching Detective Cross expectantly. Either to arrest him or hit him maybe, or just walk away – the preferred method, honestly. Graham wanted to be left alone. Didn’t they fucking get that?

“Look, buddy, I’m just here trying to rule you out as a suspect in this case- feels kinda like we got our old friend back again and you were on the top of the list back in the day” This was his job. He got to go around knocking on peoples doors like a girl scout but instead of selling cookies he was trying to find a murderer in a town filled to the brim with shit. Graham Simmons being one of many “Do you realise how easy it would be to get a judge to sign off on a warrant for anything for you right now? A cop is dead Simmons, clear your name now or you’re gonna make a mess you don’t even fuckin’ want”

Clara rose to her feet, gazing down at the body in front of her. Her eyes filled with wonder. If the detective wanted results by the next day, she needed to begin her work right away. She could not wait to get back to her lab and begin examining on the body privately. Trying to conceal her excitement, she pressed her lips together firmly, nodding. “Once I graciously get these tests results to you tomorrow, I expect my old friend to take me out. Preferably for dinner, but just a drink would suffice.” 

Adrian’s concern for how the girl went about things was low. As long as he got the information they needed as soon as humanly possible he would be a happy man. Clara was not exactly someone he would use the term normal for, she was a little off- a little weird- always had been and maybe that was part of the reason he managed to put up with her for as long as he had “Dinner?” he quipped, a playful smile hinting on his lips “I suppose we can arrange dinner and drinks”