To Protect and Serve (Closed for Adroit Grayman and katy1008)
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				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 18:26:33</strong>
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				Jessica Mitchell... Jess... stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her. She hated the late shift and she hated stake-outs. More often than not, it was simply a long night eating junk food and doing nothing. She had been a police officer since she had left high school. She had enrolled part-time on a criminal justice degree and had graduated a few months before she got her shield and became a Detective. She was 26 years old, 5’7’’, blue eyes, collar length brown hair. She was reasonably athletic but could probably do with losing a few pounds. At 34d-25-35 and 145lbs, she was no super model but had appropriate curves in the right places. She was an archetypal ‘girl-next-door’. She had been a detective for a little over 9 months and she’d been lucky. She had been partnered with a good cop and a good man and most of the time they got on pretty well. Samarth Das... Sam... was Indian-born but had moved to the US with his family when he was still a teenager. He had obtained US citizenship when he turned 18 and had joined the Force shortly after. He was married but she didn’t think he had any children at the moment, clean shaven, tall; maybe 6’... 6’2’’ and there was an air of quiet confidence about him. The only time they didn’t get on was when she had done something stupid and he’d finished up shouting at her. That tended to strain the atmosphere for a couple of days – and even that was because she took her time in recognizing that he was right and she needed to apologize. He would be over it within a couple of hours. But that was his job in part. To teach her to be a good cop. To look after herself and to have her partner’s back. And he was a good teacher. Sometimes she was just a little too stubborn to be a good pupil. <br>She dressed quickly; jeans, flat shoes, t-shirt, leather jacket. With a final check in the mirror, she picked up her wallet and placed it in the inside pocket of her jacket, picked up her keys and walked out of her apartment. She drove the 20 minutes to the Precinct, signed in and headed upstairs to meet up with Sam.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Protect and Serve (Closed for Adroit Grayman and katy1008)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>adroitgrayman</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 23:09:55</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Samarth Das, who was famous as Sam in short, was sitting on his armed chair putting his head back on the headrest. His right hand held a Cuban cigar taking deep puffs of smoke inhaling in and out waiting for Jessica. A black trouser with a half sleeve shirt and a black leather jacket was covering his body. There was his mobile phone, an advanced .45 caliber blank firing pistol over his desk. His sleek net-book with a satellite phone line active on it looking at the map of the state under his GPS. Taking another puff from his cigar, his fingers ran quickly over the keyboard opening up some details about the place he was looking to get through in his brain.<br><br>Sam was one of the best in the forces and even his name was more than enough for the criminals to get hiding in their dens. It was not only his physical attributes but the sharp intelligence level that he had exhibited in the past that had brought him so much name and fame. He joined the forces around seventeen years back as a simple cop but his intelligence and hard work had got him promoted to the Special Officer in The Beaurau dealing with the high profile crimes under disguise in the State. His honesty had given lots of troubles in his earlier days of his career as the the strong links between the mafia and the high profile citizens won't let him stay in a single place for more than six months. Slowly, he carved out his own place with his confidence and intelligence making a very strong position and contacts in the government as well. Today, there was not a single man in the State who could stand against him.<br><br>He was a little worried about the serial killings that were making the headlines from the last couple of days. This was the first kind of case that he has seen in his long career. The killer seemed like a serial killer committing murders one after the other on one killing done per day basis. No clues were found at the site of crime except a note with some jumbled characters written under the different colors of ink every time enclosed with a microchip. He was trying to break it down as he believed it strongly to be a clue that he used to leave at the crime. There was something psychic about him that was actually troubling Sam. Through that code, he used to give a clue to the department challenging their intelligence if they could crack it down. Unluckily, none were cracked till date and that was the reason that he was given the charge of the case. Sam also believed that he was an expert in the technology using it to its side aiding him to commit these crimes. During the tenure of his seventeen years of his journey in the crime world, he hasn't seen a criminal as intelligent as this one and that was the reason for his concern. It seemed to feel like a straight challenge to him. He could imagine the criminal standing in front of him challenging him to nail him down, if he could.<br><br>Sam was not only a cop and a detective but he was the owner of multifaceted personality. He himself had headed the cyber crime branch of the department for around five years studying and breaking all the cyber crimes. Three murders have been done in the last three days and three notes were found from the site of crime. The specialy of these notes were that they were not on paper but a microchip of same type, which contained a series of maps marked with different colors and a text file using special characters containing a paragraph.<br><br>Turning his wrist, his eyes read the time. It was fifteen past ten and she was supposed to be here not later than ten. He was a strict disciplinarian and hated late comers like anything. Jessica Mitchell, in short, he called her Jess was her co-partner in the case. He himself had selected her to work with him on this particular case because they had worked on a couple of cases together. He liked her sharp intelligence and hard work but was sometimes annoyed with her stupidities with which she would turn up. Only the problem with the girl was that, she considered her a super model and super smart. Sometimes, she would just forget that she needs experience in this particular field. No doubts, she was gorgeous and hot but overly over confident. Sam was nothing less himself. Even at the age of thirty five, he never looked move than twenty five. The secret of his attractive body was his regular workout physically and the secret behind his sharp brain was the regular food for the thoughts. He was a vivid reader and observer at the same time. Pulling another puff of his cigar, he threw his head back on the chair, closing his eyes giving a run of all the findings of the case in the back of his mind ensuring that nothing was left out of his observation.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Protect and Serve (Closed for Adroit Grayman and katy1008)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 09:06:55</strong>
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				Jess took the stairs two at a time. She was late. Reaching the top of the stairs she pulled open the door and walked through quickly. <br><br>"I know. I know.&nbsp; I'm sorry" as she approached Sam she held up her hands as a sign of surrender. "There was an accident on the coast road and I got diverted." she braced herself for his usual lecture. She decide to try and move the subject on quickly in the hope that she might avoid it. <br><br>"Has there been another murder? Another microchip clue?" as she asked she unclipped her pistol from her waist and placed it in her desk drawer, then sat down at her desk and began sorting out the mess of papers she had left there the night before.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>adroitgrayman</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 09:19:36</strong>
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				Sam didn't let his head move from the resting chair. He only threw his eyes at her only to adore the sensuous sense of clothing that she used for herself. He wanted to give her a strong lecture for being late once again but his mind was preoccupied with the thoughts about the case. He simply decided to let it go easily, at least for this time. "Better you start a bit early from tomorrow onwards. Time is the most important factor in our profession. I hope you understand that." Putting the cigar close on his lips, he inhaled it leaving out a thick cloud of white fumes in the air.<br><br>Straightening himself up, he leaned over the table slipping the file towards her. "Yes... There is one more in the series." He took a deep sigh looking at her trying to fix up the mess that was on her table. "I have told you so many times Jess, that you need to keep your things more organized. It's simply a waste of our precious time to scatter it all and then collect it back. Please Jess... you need to understand and follow the few of the basics." Taking another puff from his cigar, he put it on the ashtray, pulling the net-book close to him. His fingers ran quickly over the keyboard and he turned the screen to her. "Now if you are done, please have a look at it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Protect and Serve (Closed for Adroit Grayman and katy1008)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 10:02:20</strong>
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				For a minute there she thought she'd gotten away with it. She thought he was going to pass on the lecture but no... She got two of them instead. As he gave her the reprimands, she looked at him, felt her cheeks flush a little and swallowed. <br><br>"Im sorry. And yeah, I'll come in early tomorrow and make up the time, I promise" in some respects she couldn't help feel a little like a naughty school girl being told off by the teacher. His voice was strong, commanding, but in most cases he didn't need to shout. There was something very authoritative in how he spoke. she always thought in part that that was why he was such a good cop. Juries believed him. Victims believed him when he promised them he would find whoever had do whatever it was to them. And criminals believed him when he promised them particular hard times in a state prison unless they gave him the information he wanted.<br>&nbsp;<br>"And before I leave I'll sort out my desk. But for now... I'm done" and the desk was a little tidier. She smiled at him as he turned the notebook towards her.<br><br>"So what am I looking at." she leaned forward over her desk, crushing and squeezing her tits a little as she leaned in against the edge of the desk and her arms folded in front of her.
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				Post by: <strong>adroitgrayman</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 10:50:03</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">His eyes caught the glimpse of her popping cleavage out being pushed from under at the desk. She had wonderful breasts and he loved her full body structure but at the moment, he was concentrating on something else. Very softly, he leaned himself over the desk throwing his eyes in her deep cleavage. "Jessss, if you could stop pressing your tits on the desk, they will remain inside and I would appreciate that. Not in the mood at the moment to get any distractions." He straightened his face pulling himself back. Taking another puff of his cigar, a big cloud of white fumes filled the room once again. He looked in her eyes straight, body language firm and confident. Sam was quite straight and frank and speaking out whatever came to his mind.<br><br>His finger on the right hand rolled over the screen, which was a bit tilting towards her. "See these. The maps are showing the different parts of the city. The colored parts in these maps are showing the site of crime." He took a deep sigh, pulling himself back on the chair, resting his head back on the head rest, taking another puff of his cigar. "Now, if you observe it carefully, you will find a pattern that exists. Every time, we get a chip, it contains a part of the map only." Stopping for a moment, he inhaled deeply and continued tapping the fingers of his left hand on the table, "If we join all these maps together, they are giving us a way through which the culprit is moving. He is taking a particular direction in committing the crime. He is quite articulate in tracing the path exactly forming the sites of crime at a fixed distance from each other."<br><br>Taking a break from telling her the whole story, he dialed the pantry. As someone answered from the other side, he ordered, "A dark black coffee for me and ... hold on." Turning to Jess, she asked, "What would you like to have sweetheart. I know you are hungry and you can't think without having something slip inside your stomach." His hand was over the mouthpiece waiting for her response. His eyes straight in her beautiful big eyes.</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 14:32:18</strong>
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				Jess blushed and sat up immediately.<br><br>"What? God Sam. First off you shouldn't be looking and second off you certainly should be making comments about my... Apart from anything else, you're a married man!" she pulled her jacket around her defensively. <br><br>"Now are you going to tell me where we are on the case or what?" She watched as he sat back in the chair, puffing on his cigar. She liked the smell of his cigars which was a good job. It didn't matter where they were ... office, car... he would be smoking away on it. She looked at him as he sat back. Confidence and arrogance personified. He was smart and good looking and sexy so maybe he had reason to be arrogant. But for some reason even his arrogance made him attractive, and Jess couldn't deny that she did find him attractive... Very much so. But professionally, that just wasn't the done thing - partners didn't sleep together; it always caused problems sooner or later. And personally, well Sam was indeed married. <br><br>Then she realised Sam was talking about the case and she refocused her attention to what he was saying. She nodded her understanding as he explained what was showing on the screen. She was still staring at it when he picked up the phone and ordered coffee. She smiled at him<br><br>"Black coffee is good for me too thanks."<br><br>The earlier conversation forgotten, she stood up and shrugged her jacket off her shoulder, placing it over the back of her chair before she sat down again, waiting for Sam to finish his call.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>adroitgrayman</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 15:21:39</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Putting the receiver down on the cradle, he took another puff from his cigar leaving a thick cloud of white fumes in the room. His eyes rolled over her breasts once again as the jacket was off her body. He could see the full shape of her breasts. They seemed to be quite firm hanging on her body. A seductive smile crossed his lips as he took another puff from his cigar.<br><br>"Come on, I am not supposed to close my eyes, if something comes in front of me." He leaned over the desk putting his left elbow on it and resting his chin on his hands. "What do you mean by that I am married! Don't the married men have the desires! Don't they get aroused watching those beautiful full breasts!" He pointed his right finger close to her cleavage. In his strong confident voice, he continued, "Jess, I am a healthy person and if you are going to expose those full round pieces to me like this, I am supposed to get diverted."<br><br>Sam pulled himself back on his chair rolling his big wide eyes looking at her face. "Now, please Jess, don't press them again over the desk. I am in no mood to loose my concentration... at least... as of now." He laughed slightly teasing her with his playful words. She was beautiful, she was hot and she had a lovely way of presenting herself, which had always caught his attention. Sam was an intelligent, mature and a very flirty man. Of course, he didn't believed to have relation within work place, but, he hadn't been opposed to carrying it outside the office. In past, he had a number of encounters with people around him, sometimes, even with few clients. It wasn't his fault, the girls would get attracted to him, finally landing in the bed together. Although, he was married but was quite open in his relationship and wasn't bothered about trying out the new adventures, wherever the possibility came in. One thing was sure about him that he was always straight and never played around fooling. It was simple, if the attractions happen and the body heats wanted to melt, he would let it melt, but he was very choosy and selective in his taste. There needs to be something very appealing and strong in a girl to have him in her bed. Beauty was the best kind of seduction for him. He was a great fan and lover of the beauty expressed in its any form.<br><br>He took another puff of his cigar, waiting for the coffee to arrive soon. His head resting on the headrest of the chair, while his eyes looking at the ceiling. His mind was busy working finding that missing pattern in those clues. There was something, he was absolutely sure about it, but what was it, was not really getting to his mind at the moment. Looking at Jess, he noticed that she was attractive, gorgeous and hot but he hadn't tried her ever yet. Only a bit of flirting and small jokes they cracked over each other. "Are you a small kid Jess!" He pulled the cigar away from his lips for a moment and continued, "Do you expect me to hold your fingers and teach you how to walk! Come on you are a grown up girl. Don't only behave like a grown up girl physically but also behave it from your brain." Sam had noticed that he was too critical at times but he was a kind of perfectionist and wanted the people around him to behave similarly. No doubts, Jess was intelligent and hard working but she missed a bit of the maturity. Of course, she was much younger than him and he knew very well that maturity of his kind generally comes with age and experience. He was behind her because he wanted her to be the best as he was the best.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Protect and Serve (Closed for Adroit Grayman and katy1008)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 17:38:58</strong>
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				"Sam, you make it sound like I'm intentionally try to flash my...my chest at you. I'm not. Would you like me to wear an overcoat the whole time? And when I said you're married, all I meant was your desires should probably be reserved for your wife and not your partner." <br><br>She watched him sitting back in the chair drawing on the cigar, hardly able to believe they were sitting there talking about her tits. She couldn't help but blush a little when he had described them and for the briefest moment, she couldn't help imagining what it might be like if he did actually see them fully, touch them, squeeze them. She felt her body respond a little to the image in her head and quickly tried to get rid of it. His comments about her acting like a child did that for her. <br><br>"I do NOT act like a child and no I don't need you to hold my hand all the time." she felt like the scolded school girl again arguing against the threat of being spanked. Why did he make her feel like that. It unnerved her. "I want you to teach me. i want to learn. But if You think I can't do anything right, then maybe you should find another partner. But I'm trying Sam. And just because I get things wrong doesn't mean I'm a little girl." 
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				Post by: <strong>adroitgrayman</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 18:45:41</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">A big smile crossed his lips, giving a different kind of spark in his eyes. A deep inhale of his cigar and the room again gushed with the white clouds fuming around. "Don't loose control on yourself, however hard the person tries to provoke you, irrespective of whatever they say, act or behave." His smile grew wider as he continued in his strong husky and confident voice, "You would be an easy coy in the hands of the criminals, if you can't keep the whips of your emotions and anger pulled perfectly in your hands."<br><br>His smile was growing big looking at her reddened face going through the anger that she had just poured over him. "Second, Never underestimate a man, even if he is married. Given a chance, he would never hesitate to get you laid for him in the bed. Your erotic hot figure and shape is more than enough to put that spark to fire in any man around." Another strong puff of his cigar and he inhaled it strongly getting it down his throat. Raising his head up, he left the rings of white clouds getting darker.<br><br>"Don't give up so easily. Life is not a bed or roses and make it a knot in your mind. Good things won't come easy, they will give you the hardness and if you are so prone to change your path, I am sorry to say, but, you are in the wrong profession in that case." His eyes were looking straight in her eyes understanding the kind of rage she had felt just a minute back.<br><br>"Well, Do you know that, you want to learn but you are not ready to learn. Anyways, I am a different man and I have different methods." His face straightened turning the net book back to him, running his fingers very quickly on the keyboard opening up few more of the maps, which were retrieved from the site of crime. His mind was running in the back while his fingers were running on the keyboard.<br><br>That was Sam. His methods were different and he was unique. He had given her three wonderful lessons of life that she needed to gain perfection in this field. No doubts, he was a bit harsh but that was his method. Sam was a firm believer of experience first and lesson afterwards and that is what he had been doing with her. Provoking her, hitting her strings to let her loose the temper and get completely out of control of her mind. The best thing about Sam was that, he never lost the control in the worst to worst conditions. He knew very well that the person loosing out the control in stressful conditions would be dead the next moment. Keeping yourself cool, calm and peaceful, not letting the thinking of the brain get affected even under the extreme conditions.<br><br>Turning his head from the right side of the net book which was blocking the direct contact between them, he looked at her. Taking another puff of his cigar, his voice echoed again, "Well, that is my way of giving you the lessons. Feel yourself free, to change your partner, if my methods don't suit you. Three lessons in the last three minutes and that too completely practical with no lectures, no sessions, no readings and no theories." His attention focused back on the screen trying to find the pattern that was running in the back of his mind.</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 18:57:48</strong>
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				"I didn't say I wanted a new partner Sam. I said you should get one if you didn't think I was any good at my job. And from where I'm sitting right now that's exactly what you think. I can't do anything right as far as your concerned. No matter what I do or say is wrong. ChristI can't even lean over the damn desk without you telling me I'm doing something wrong. And now I'm a child who has no control of her emotions and who is looking to get laid at any minute. "<br><br>Jess stood up and walked away from her desk a little before turning back. "if you find something that you think I might be capable of doing be sure and let me know. In the meantime, I'll go and see if there is any filing to be done downstairs as that seems to be the only thing I'm capable of as far as your concerned."<br><br>And with that she headed to the door<br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>adroitgrayman</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 06:56:49</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">"Halt and turn around." His loud strong voice echoed in the room as she turned around to walk away. Taking another puff from his cigar, he continued, "Come here and sit down first." He took another puff of his cigar, giving out a thick ring of white fume. She had taken his thoughts in the other way, it seemed to him.<br><br>At the same time, the peon entered the room with a tray having coffee for them as ordered. He moved his head to him to enter in and put the coffee on the table. He thanked him for his kind services. As he walked out of the room, he said in a soft voice, "Jess, Please come and have a coffee first. Cool down your head. I am sorry, if I have spoiled your mood. I know, I am a bit harsh at times but you can't deny the fact that I do appreciate your talent and I want you to perform the Best."<br><br>Taking another puff from the cigar, he continued, "You are taking me in the wrong sense, Try to analyze and think, whatever I have said to you. It is all for you only, for your best."</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 00:16:28</strong>
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				Jess stopped, but hesitated for a moment before turning around. She felt like she was being told off by her father again. She walked back to her chair, feeling a little like a petulant child. She wasn't entirely sure why she obeyed him; she should have just kept on walking. But whatever the reason she sat down. <br><br>She watched as the Sam indicated that the guy delivering the coffees was ok to come in and she felt a flush of embarrassment at the idea that he had overheard Sam shouting at her. As he disappeared, she turned to look at Sam. <br><br>"I know you're trying to look out for me, but I'm not stupid and sometimes it feels like all you ever do is tell me I'm doing something wrong. And now I can't even lean over the damn desk. Sometimes it feels pretty much impossible to make you happy - and you know that's all I'm really trying to do"
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				Post by: <strong>adroitgrayman</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 07:32:32</strong>
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				Sam smiled lightly listening her words. Taking another puff from the cigar, he kept it on the ash tray and picked up the coffee cup in his hands. "Please take the Coffee... Jess." Taking a sip of the steaming coffee, he took a deep sigh and looked at her, concentrating on her cleavage.<br><br>"Lean over... not only on the desk... Wherever you desire... However you desire... Feel yourself completely free to do whatever you desire in your own ways." Taking another sip, his gaze shifted to her beautiful eyes. First time, he noticed that she had a very beautiful archaic eyes with a lush of beautiful eyelashes over it. The shape of her eyes were perfectly like a shell holding a pearl inside its heart.<br><br>"Do you know your mistake!," He exclaimed taking another sip of his coffee. "Please Jess... Don't try to make me happy. You just need to be yourself... completely yourself and leave rest of the things. Concentrate on your work, on your skills and just forget about everything else." Sam was talking in his strong husky voice with a rhythmic tone giving due weightage to his each and every word.<br><br>A wicked smile crossed his lips as a flirty thought crossed his mind with the thoughts of whatever she had just complained. Taking the last sip from the coffee, he smiled lightly and said throwing his eyes at her curvy figure, scanning from top to bottom, "Feel yourself free to lean over... anywhere you desire... including me... but... just... don't mind... If I get in the mood." A good laugh came out of his mouth with some nasty thoughts crawling in his mind, leaning over each other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Protect and Serve (Closed for Adroit Grayman and katy1008)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 15:27:19</strong>
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				She stared at him for a moment, took and deep breath and exhaled slowly. The hint of a smile appeared around her mouth and she reached out her hand and picked up the cup of coffee. In this instance at least she couldn't stay mad with him for that long seemingly. Maybe she was a little flattered that he was noticing her; and maybe the reference to him being married had more to do with her reminding herself of that fact. Maybe in another life... but right now, they were partners and he was her boss, so... She pulled her mind back to the present.<br><br>"You write my evaluations... of course Im not going to stop trying to make you happy. Last thing I need is you putting anything bad down on paper." Her smile broadened and she visibly relaxed in her chair and gave him a quick 'ok' nod. "So Sherlock... from what you were saying before... you got distracted..." she flashed a smile at him again. "If we join the maps together, and if he's moving in a clear direction that seems to be pre-planned, then logically... shouldn't we be able to predict the next location? If we put that together with the timescales... can we predict the time? We can just be sitting their waiting for him?"<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>adroitgrayman</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 09:10:34</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">A long seductive smile crossed his face bringing a very special and unique kind of a spark shining in his eyes. "Well, I would just like to say that you should not try to make me happy. If you just remain yourself, I would be the most happy man on this earth." His eyes noticed her cleavages popping up her breasts slightly once again. He could make out that she had the marvelous pieces of mounds under that cloth from what he could see out of those gaps. "After all, I am a healthy man... and the distraction is quite obvious and a natural process." He smiled slightly teasing her back with his playful words, somehow, she was feeling quite interesting and attractive today.<br><br>Throwing his back on the chair, he looked up at the ceiling and took a deep puff of his cigar once again. Without looking at her, he said, "The things aren't that easy my dear Jess as they sound to be. Whatever you are saying is completely fine to suggest and understand but we are missing on one particular link. No series is working on it and if I am not wrong then the man is very intelligent. He is actually using a key, a special key, some combination to operate with the time as well as location. He is just either adding up, subtracting, multiplying or dividing that figure with the series that we have got and that gives a bit of complexity to this case." Sam pulled his head away from the chair rest and his eyes accidentally once again hit at her cleavages. No doubts, she was attracting and diverting her attention but somehow, he enjoyed the look and feel of it.<br><br>Leaning his left elbow on the table, he put his chin over his open palm with the fingers tickling on his cheeks. Looking straight in her eyes, he noticed how beautiful they were and smiled. "We just need to figure out that key now and that could only bring us closer to what we desire at the moment... about that killer." Blinking his eyes, he glanced once down her cleavages and then to her arms getting back to her eyes. There was a soft sensational feeling running in his body enjoying the conversation as well as the look of her assets close in front of his eyes. A sheepish long smile was on his lips.</div>
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