<span style="color: #FF80FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>While Lea had lost her job, she had not lost her abilities as a cop. She was proud of herself for noticing the van before Delgado did, but it wasn’t a very large victory.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Could be. Let’s get him on the wrong track…”</span>Delgado replied, stopping the car a little ways later in front of an apartment complex. He opened the door for her and extended his hand to her. She grabbed it, her light body being pulled out of the car easily enough. She tried to turn her head subtly to get a look at the van, but it was too far away and Delgado reprimanded her.<span style="font-style: italic">“Don’t look, silly. Come on, let’s go to your room. Can you open your purse and search your key….and I know it doesn’t fit. Just act like you are unlocking the door,”</span>he instructed. Lea resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him—as if she hadn’t had to do such a thing before. Delgado was acting like she was new to the game.<br/><br/>He gave her further instructions once they were inside and she nodded, but then he stopped her for a moment, forcing her to look at him,<span style="font-style: italic">“…and Lea, don’t fuck up…please.”</span>There was something in his tone that made her feel a bit guilty, but for what she didn’t know or understand.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> “Yeah, okay Delgado. Sure thing,”</span>she replied softly.<br/><br/>Not too long later Lea was in the court yard and Delgado pulled up, opening the front passenger for her. She didn’t say anything as she got in quickly. She heard the answer over the radio about the tags and frowned. Seemed it was a good thing she noticed the van, because it was unlikely the person driving had any good intentions.<br/><br/>When things seemed a little more secure, they drove in silence towards her apartment. It didn’t take too long to get there, but still Lea felt odd about letting him in her home. He parked and they both got out of the car and Lea took out her keys once more. She led him to the building, letting them in and climbing the stairs. She lived on the top floor—less likely to be robbed—and it took them a couple of minutes. When she opened her door, they were greeted by an obsessively clean, white apartment. It looked as if no one actually lived in the apartment and everything was positioned perfectly.<br/><br/>Lea had a thing for organization and cleanliness, but it never showed until she dropped out of the force. Her life was in shambles, but at least she could keep her apartment together. It was almost creepy how spotless it was. She took her shoes off and put them on the shoe rack next to the door, a tingling fear creeping on her. Here she was now, all alone with Delgado in her home.<br/><br/>She turned to look at him, her large green eyes fully of unidentifiable emotion.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> “Uh…thanks for not taking me to the station…” </span>she finally said shyly, quietly. She looked at her feet, wiggling her red painted toes in nervousness. She was getting jittery, probably finally coming down from her high.