Blood Obsession: Fire and love

Bobbi snatched one of Markie’s cookies off the counter. The delicious oatmeal raisin confection melted in her mouth. She smiled as she stepped from the third floor appointment. “Breakfast of Champions.” The day was warm, sunny and inviting. She sucked in a breath wishing she was on her way to anywhere but work. Her body was still tingling from her first kiss with Max.

The subway stop was busy and hot. The smell of the city was wafting through the grates. She watched the people rushing to get to work or home. They moved engrossed in their actions, not paying any attention to the world around them. On the other hand, she saw it all: the woman in heels so high, she looked like she was going to fall after every step. The man talking loudly on his phone to his wife trying to explain that he spent the night before in the office while escorting a woman clearly not his wife. The mother taking her children to school and the two marine recruiters literally pressed into the uniforms. She held the steel pole and swayed with the moving car. All of a sudden, a bump disrupted her footing and she held tightly trying not to fall.

Thick smoke began to fill the train. Screams and coughing rolled through the derailed cars. Bobbi pulled her phone from her bag and called in the emergency advising the operator that she was onboard. She needed to figure out a plan of attack. Quickly she identified herself and advised the car’s occupants to stay low. As panic set in among the souls on the train, she did her best to prevent people from jumping onto the electrified track.

Within minutes, the city’s bravest began to gain access. Bobbi’s lungs felt scorched. Her eyes stung and her nose poured irritated by the acrid smoke. She pulled her badge from her bag and strung it around her neck. She stayed present in the car until the last passenger was evacuated.

Max strutted into the office carrying coffee for all his colleagues. Bob McCauley entered the squad room, a look of concern on his face. The one train derailed between 14th and 18th. There are reports of smoke and fire. “Bobbi is on board.” Anxiety ripped at his stomach. Her friends all immediately stood and took to the door. They split up. Half went to the 14th street station and Max and Dave Jordan and two others headed to 18th street.

Fire apparatus littered the street. Smoke continued to pour from the exits and EMS personnel were busy treating the injured. Max raked his fingers through his hair. His grey eyes were filled with fear. Dave Jordan approached the three star fire chief on scene. “We’ve got a cop on board the train.” The Chief crisply called into the radio. His dark eyes gave nothing away. But the smoke filling the air and the carnage displayed in the roadway said it all.

Firefighters held Max back as he tried to run into the fray. “It’s two dangerous man.” A burly firefighter grabbed him. “There’s no air down there.” Bobbi fought to breathe, the acrid smoke started to take its toll. Sooted, silver streaks stained her cheeks. Her swollen eyes leaked wet tears. The last person, an obese male who collapsed was cleared from the car. “C’mon Ma’am”, a young, tall firefighter with brown unkempt hair led her to the ladder that would free her from the car. As she climbed the rungs, he maintained a hand in the small of her back to support her rapidly weakening knees.

Bobbi reached the top of the ladder and her lungs no longer provided the needed air for her exertion. Her head spun and she collapsed. The firefighter caught her before she crashed back to the subway car floor. Moments later the sunlight enveloped the pair. Max whipped around at the sight. His eyes filled with terror. His first instinct was to rip her from the firefighter’s arms. But common sense took over and he let the EMT’s treat her.

As cool oxygen filled her lungs her eyes opened. His grey stare met her hazel eyes. His lips caressed her sooty brow. “Princess.” He took her hand and brushed the back of it with his rough fingers. “Hi.” She coughed heavily. “Shhhh.” He winked at her. New sooty tears filled her eyes. He smiled at her with sexy eyes. His lips remained tight in a grim line unable to hide his worry. Her senses reeled at his protective touch. “Rest. Let them take care of you.” She closed her eyes, his face imprinted in her mind, his love filling her heart.

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Blood Obsession: Reality Bites

The dinner was coming to a close. Andrew maintained a possessive arm around her. Bobbi was exhausted. She worked through the morning processing an arrest. Now she sat with her parents, supporting an anti hunger campaign for the city. Her mom took her hand. “Roberta, honey, you need to get more rest. You are working impossibly long hours.” “Mom, I’m fine. Really.” She just wanted to crawl into bed for a month. “Roberta wouldn’t have to work so hard if she came to her senses and quit that job.” Andrew huffed. Bobbi shrugged out of his grasp. “I am not debating my job with you.”

The next afternoon, Bobbi walked into the locker room. She approached her locker and her heart sank. Plastering the metal doors was the page six photo. “Roberta Wallace, progeny of Wall Street power couple Evelyn Stein and Arthur Wallace attends Gala on the arm of NY Eligible bachelor Andrew Marcus.” She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and changed into her uniform.

The whistles barraged her as she walked into roll call. She gritted her teeth and tried to ignore the joke at her expense. This was her world. She felt she didn’t fit in anywhere.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked her. Bobbi watched the sidewalk as they drove. “Yeah, I guess. I knew this would come out eventually.” “Partner you clean up pretty nice.” The black dress with a sweetheart neckline and empire waist flatter her every curve.” Bobbi laughed.

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Blood Obsession: Little girl lost

Hank Martin was very serious. The platoon leader with white hair and moustache with crystal blue eyes passed out the picture of five-year old Mariel Santos. She wen missing three hours before in the Linden Houses. All incoming officers were assigned to aid in the door to door search. 19 buildings and over 4000 residents was a lot of ground to cover. Bobbi listened to her partner. “Keep on your toes, most people will cooperate to look for a little girl but.” “But ten percent will not.” Bobbi grimly repeated her partners frequent reminder.

Four other police officers were assigned to search one of the eight story buildings with Steve and Bobbi. Outside it was freezing and a cold rain fell steadily. Inside the heat in the hallways burned hot.  The sweat pooled under her arms and across her forehead. She was assigned with her partner to search the seven and eighth floor as well as the roof top.

The roof was desolate and cold. The wind whipped and the rain burned their faces. It was also black. Holding her flash light beside her head in her right hand, she maintained a right side to wall search. Steve went to his left. The roof appeared was a hangout. Cigarette butts, beer cans, food wrappers, an occasional condom littered the ground. “Blech ” She wiped the icy rain from her eyes. The refrigerator was lying on its side. It’s white walls reflected the light. Bobbi approached it with dread. A hasp held it closed. With her leather gloved hand, she released it.  There she was still wearing her hot pink bubble coat and her white boots. In her hand was her favorite baby doll. Mariel was dead.

She wasn’t released until dawn. Statements and reports and more statements consumed the rest of her shift and more of the next. Her head pounded, her heart ached and her stomach was tied into knots. “The hasp was locked, someone put her there.” She repeated over and over to the detectives. She sat at the diner eating sickeningly  sweet chocolate chip pancakes with a few colleagues. Hunter Rollings did his best to help her shake off the sight. Her eyes only yielded pain. She tossed her money into the pot to pay the check and stood to rise. “Lemme give you a ride home?” He lived on Long Island and had a car. She regularly took the subway. She nodded.

Six am and the city was waking up. Her parents penthouse was a far cry from the desolation of that cold roof top. “Want me to walk you in? You okay?” Hunter, a four-year veteran eyed Bobbi cautiously. “No.” Tears started to fall.

Her double bed was covered by a rich cream coverlet. Pillows in beige tones sat carefully arranged lay carefully against the fabric covered headboard. A modern bedside table sat on either side. Each held a modern brass lamp covered in a beige simple shade. A modern desk and chair littered with mail sat in a corner overlooking the beauty of Manhattan. Hunter pulled the comforter back, pressing Bobbi into the layer of soft pillows. He kissed her tear-stained face. His kisses were sweet and soft. Her lips met his with a needy demand to try to forget the sight of that little angel. He pulled his tee-shirt off and straddled her. His hands reached under the edges of her cashmere sweater and lifted it and unhooked her bra pulling both in one fluid motion over her head. “You are so beautiful.” His mouth suckled her nipple, tugging it gently with his teeth. He moved and repeated it on her other. Bobbi reached for his face and pulled his head to her mouth. They kissed letting their tongues dance. Hunter smiled at her his tongue licking her lips still tasting like syrup. He pulled on her lower lip. Bobbi pressed her hips against him. His arousal pressing against her and the confines of her jeans.

Bobbi wrapped her legs around him and pulling him close rolled carrying Hunter with her. She kissed her way down his neck, to his chest where she nuzzled the dark brown hair covering his chest. Bobbi looked at him with wanton eyes. She slid off the bed yanking off her jeans and panties. Naked she stood in front of him, her lips parted her breathing deep and heavy. Hunter rolled of the bed and picked her up dropping her unceremoniously into the pillows. She giggled at her lover as he dropped his jeans to the floor. “Commando!” She continued to giggle. “That can be dangerous.” “It’s going to be for you baby.” He crawled back on the bed and took possession of her body.

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Blood Obsession: To serve and protect

Steve Canton walked in to the turn out room. A new class graduated four days before and he was getting his new probie. The senior officers in the bunch all took bets on which one of their babies was going to screw up first.

Bobbi exited the locker room fresh and new. Her uniform was pressed and her equipment was shiny and polished. She was part of the 105 assigned to the 7-5. It was a combination of housing projects and apartment complexes in the East New York section of Brooklyn. It was also one of the largest and highest crime areas in the city. Inspector Todd Sylvestri stood before the 4-12 shift. “I want to welcome you to the best trained and best prepared police department in New York. What you do here in this precinct is a direct reflection on me and your fellow officers. I expect you to keep your ears open and your eyes always seeking.” He turned the podium over to the platoon commander. Hank Martin made quick work and handed out assignments. Despite her hook, she did not avoid being put in an IMPACT precinct. Rookies were assigned to the highest crime areas.

Steve Canton, married father of three smiled at the “pretty young thing.” She was going to attract  the wrong kind of attention on the streets. She wore her hair tied in a tight braid and wrapped into a bun. Her hazel eyes glittered with first day apprehension. “Hi, I’m Bobbi Wallace.” She extended her hand. Steve was shocked at the strength in her grip. “Welcome to the 7-5. Ready to learn?” His question was warm not patronizing like some of the other senior guys.” “Lead the way.”

The afternoon was crisp and cold. The sun shined brilliantly reflecting of the natural red highlights in her hair. “90 percent of the folks here are good hard-working people, ten percent are what we worry about. They give us all the problems. 4-12 is two different worlds. The working folks go home and the gangs come out to play. The Pink houses and the Linden Houses are in a war. Keep your eyes open and your hands ready.”

Canton eased the patrol car between two cars that were driving like idiots on Fulton Avenue. The white caddy and the black van were weaving in an out of traffic cutting each other off. “Looks like road rage. Let’s see if we can calm these two down”

The driver in the Cadillac claimed that he was driving with traffic when the black van cut him off. “And you couldn’t just let it go?” Cantob shook his head. “Stay here.” He instructed the driver after taking his license. Carefully they approached the van. “Pay attention, we cannot see inside like the car.” He cautioned. The driver stepped from the van. He was shorter than Steve but out weighed Bobbi by at least 75 lbs. He smelled paint and thinner.  Spying Bobbi, he smiled perversely and reached to touch her.”Mira mamá sexy. Quiero ver qué hay debajo del uniforme que.” Bobbi laughed and responded in perfect Spanish. “Mantenga las manos a sí mismo o NO ME graba tu pene y lo pegamos en la cabeza como un unicornio.” The man immediately stopped and acted quite docile. Minutes later they were sent on their way in opposite directions.

Steve looked at her with questioning eyes. “You want to share?” Bobbi shrugged still laughing. “He wanted to know what I looked like without the uniform. I just told him if he didn’t keep his hands to himself, I would make him a unicorn.” “Nice job kiddo., Nice job.”

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Blood Obsession: New Start Part 2

Max sat at his desk rolling his wedding ring with his thumb.  His eyes focused on the now empty desk. “Hit the ground running, will try to call when I can. <3” The text message filled the screen of his phone. “<3” He responded back. The choice to move on was right. He knew it,  but would the transfer to Special Victim’s Unit be good for her? He tried to shake off the feeling as being overprotective. He thought instead of her first week in the unit. Dave and Rose were assigned to court and he was assigned ‘Princess’. Chuckling to himself at the memory of the first time he called her that. She never complained. A nickname first mentioned to tease was now the term of his deep love for her. She was his princess.

The Brownstone building was old and stately. The old iron elevator barely contained the two of them. The gate intricately carved in flowers and ivy. The doors closed and her fragrance wafted in the air. He was lost. “Buckley, for Christ sakes you are 31 years old. Stop feeling like you are 15.” These feelings unnerved him. Both reached for the bell. Her hand brushed against his and he felt electricity. “You okay?” Her voice soft and concerned. He shrugged his shoulders. He watched her pony tail swing as they waited.

Leonard Bosworth answered the door. The 28 year old trust fund baby was wearing tight leather pants that left nothing to the imagination. His black tee shirt was equally tight revealing a taut rippled abdomen. “Detective Buckley and Wallace to see Leonard Bosworth.” Max extended his hand. “Come in detectives.” He stared at Bobbi, a hint of recognition in his eyes. Max sat on the blood red couch. Bobbi chose the high backed intricately carved chair. “Can you tell us what was stolen?” Bosworth answered Max, watching Bobbi like prey. Bobbi tilted her head apparently bemused at the unwanted attention. He pointed at the empty grey wall. “My Picasso.” Bobbi stood and walked to the wall. Both men watched her run her fingers against the wall. “Quick repair?” Bobbi now stood directly in front of him. Max watched her roll her bottom lip under the top. Again she tilted her head. Max fought to suspend his sudden desire to devour her mouth. “What do you mean detective?” “The wall is warm. The plaster is fresh.” Bobbi backed up. Bosworth stood placing a controlling hand on Bobbi’s hip. He liked what he saw. Before Bobbi could react, Max rose like a cobra ready to strike. Bosworth withdrew his hand. Max moved between them. “How dare he even think to touch her?” subduing his desire to deck him. “What was behind the painting?” Bosworth’s mouth curled downward in a frown.

Bosworth sat. His face a combination of rage and frustration. No woman ever questioned him. Bobbi was under his skin. “I do not know what you mean.” Max pulled himself out of his fog. “Answer Detective Wallace’s question.” His voice icy. Bobbi stood again running one freshly manicured finger along the intricate chair rail molding. Max watched wishing he was beneath that touch. She paused, smiled and pressed. The wall slid open revealing a safe. Bobbi walked over to Max and away from the pretentious man triumphant. Leonard Bosworth was used to getting what he wanted. Bobbi was used to men like him. He disgusted her. Max’s anger flared and continued the interview no longer distracted.

Two hours later, they parted company. It was clear the painting was the least of his losses. Mr. Bosworth lost two million dollars worth of untraceable bearer bonds. “Okay princess, tell me how the hell you knew?” “Beginner’s luck.” Bobbi’s smile was warm and seductive. She did not want to say that there was a similar vault in her own home. Max melted again. His imagination was wild. He wondered what other secrets were under that beautiful exterior. The phone returned him to reality.

Bobbi and her new partner Kurt Walden drove east to the Suffolk County home of Kyle Schmitt, Emily’s boyfriend and rapist. “Bobbi, I am really sorry about what happened at the hospital.” “Kurt how could you know?” “You are my partner now. I should have asked. Forgive me?” Kurt pulled up in front of the brown ranch home.”

Fran Schmitt, Kyle’s mom answered the door. Kurt and Bobbi decided they would play it as a notification rather than an accusatory interview. “Mrs. Schmitt, we would like to speak with Kyle about his girlfriend Emily.” She opened the door for them.

Kyle was 6’2 with hazel eyes and black wiry hair. He nervously played with his phone. “Kyle, Emily wanted us to speak with you. She was hurt at school last night.” “Oh my god, what happened?” Bile rose in Bobbi’s throat. “She was attacked.” Kurt continued. “Really, I told her she could get hurt leaving like that.” “Leaving like what?” “Going away, living in a dorm. Bad things can happen.” Bobbi noticed he never asked about her. “She is very upset.” “She should be. She learned what happens to bad girls.” Kurt stiffened. “What happens?” Bobbi asked her voice childlike. “She gets taught a lesson.” “What kind of lesson.” Kurt pushed. “She gets reminded who’s the boss.” Kyle shifted to the edge of his seat. “Kyle, don’t you want to know how Emily is?” “I know.” “You know what?” ” i know what happened. She should be good and sore. She knows she’s mine.” Kurt flashed a look at Bobbi. “Sore from what?” “I took what’s mine. I fucked that little bitch hard. No one will want those goods but me.” “Kyle Schmitt, please stand up.” Before Kurt could finish his statement, Kyle ran. “Son of a bitch, they always run.” Kurt and Bobbi followed after him. Bobbi tore out the door with Kurt on her heels. Kyle jumped the fence in a neighboring yard. Bobbi vaulted the fence diving for Kyle’s knees. She brought him down hard. Kurt reached them in time to help her secure him. “Kyle Schmitt, you are under arrest.”

Bobbi was fast asleep when he got home. He carefully locked his gun away and went downstairs to unwind. He turned an old World War II movie and sipped a beer. Andrew slipped into her room. His hand snaked around her face. He hiked up her nightgown and forced his way inside her. “No! Stop!” Bobbi screamed at the top of her lungs. Max dropped the beer and ran taking the steps two at a time. Bobbi’s screams continued unabated. Max throw open the bedroom door. His breath caught in his throat. Gently, he approached her screaming form. The dream had a deep hold. Her hands beat at him. “Bobbi, I’m here. Princess, you are safe. Shhh.” He cooed pulling her into his embrace. Her eyes flew open tears replacing the screams.

 

 

Blood Obsession: New start

Bobbi let the water from the shower caress her body. Her stomach was in knots. Her first shift in Queens Special Victim’s unit was dawning with the sunrise. She hoped the stream would awaken her as she slept fitfully. Max stepped behind her into the spray. He poured shampoo into his palms and rubbed them together. He ran his soapy hands through her hair. He massaged her scalp with small rhythmic circles. Bobbi closed her eyes and absorbed his strength. He turned her into the spray taking her mouth with his as the soap slid down her body. His lips followed the soap trail. He let his tongue circle her belly. She moaned at the sensation deep in her belly. Max looked into her eyes as he lifted her into his arms. His arousal slipped between her soap slicked thighs. Her legs wrapped around him as he pressed her back into the shower wall. His thrusts matched her delighted cries. She leaned into his shoulder exploding around him. Max smiled, letting her feet regain contact with the floor. Still with no words, he soaped the bath sponge and washed her body.

The ride to Queens from their Garden City home was easy. Traffic was light at this hour in the morning. The sky was a brilliant blue. The humidity was low on this late August morning. She felt a tiny pang of regret leaving the security of the 10th squad and Max’s reassuring presence. But it was time to start again. Time to stand on her own two feet.

Bobbi flipped her sunglasses onto her head and emptied the building. Soon she walked into the small squad room. A man about 45 years old with short cropped brown and grey hair was engrossed in a phone call. “Where is she? Yes. No. Keep her there. Make sure uniform doesn’t leave her side. And keep her off the phone.” He looked up to see Bobbi waiting. His green eyes sparkled as her smiled. “Can I help you?” “I hope so, I am looking for Kurt Walden.” “Well you’ve found him. Can I help you?” He asked for the second time. “I’m Bobbi Wallace, your transfer from the one-o” He stood. “Welcome aboard. Don’t put your stuff down. We have a college girl at the hospital.”

The emergency room was relatively peaceful at 6:30 in the morning. Kurt and Bobbi were quickly directed to the treatment area “Her name is Emily Waverly.18 year old Freshman at the College.” where a uniformed patrol officer sat with a young blonde girl. Her eyes were glassy and she held the blanket tightly around her. “I’m Detective Walden and this is Detective Wallace. We are here from the Special Victims Unit. Emily, could you tell us what happened?” Bobbi pulled out a memo pad and  prepared to write.” Emily was very evasive with the exception of saying she was raped.” Kurt gently questioned. He reminded her of Brad Dellecourt. Bobbi listened attentively for what Emily was not saying. She had no doubt Emily was raped but she knew Emily was lying about the remaining details. Emily claimed she was attacked from behind on the way home from a new student welcome party. Emily gave enough for the rape exam.

Bobbi waited for the door to close. “Kurt, she’s lying. She does not have an abrasion on her palms and her shoe’s are not scuffed. If she was attacked the way she said, she would have both.” Kurt eyed his new partner. “Well what do you think happened?” “I need to ask a couple of questions.”

Bobbi and Kurt reentered the room. “Emily do you have a boyfriend?” She nodded. “Would you like Detective Walden and I to call him?” She shook her head no. Her eyes were wild. “Emily, I want to tell you a short story. Two years ago, I made a decision my boyfriend did not like. Saying he loved me and knew what was best for me, he raped me.” Bobbi took her hand. “Do you want to change your story?”

After Emily’s revised statement, “Detective may I speak you for a moment?” Kurt’s tone was authoritative. Outside the exam room, “Detective,I do not know what you did in your other assignment, but here we don’t lie to get a statement, no matter how you think the victim is lying.” Bobbi swallowed hard. “Kurt, I don’t lie.

Blood Obsession: SVU

Max drove. Bobbi sat in silence beside him. Holiday decorations decorated the streets. “Princess it is going to be okay I promise.” “Max, I’m still scared.”

The Manhattan Special Victims Squad was a decrepit office on the second floor of a Harlem building. Brad Dellecourt, Max’s old partner sat waiting for them. Brad smiled a taut grin at Max and extended his hand to Bobbi. He remembered her from the Emergency Room. Bobbi’s hands were clammy and cold. “Come let’s talk.” He pointed to an interview room. Grabbing an empty rolling chair for her he led her inside. “You don’t need to sit on one of those.” He pointed to a pair of hard chairs in the room. Max could not come in as he was her “outcry” the first person to hear her complete story. He had his own statement to make.

Brad closed the door. “Bobbi, I would like to record your statement if that’s all right.” Brad smiled reassuringly. She is a friend of a friend. Bobbi swallowed hard and nodded her head.

“Ok here we go.” Brad pressed the button to begin the recording.
“This Brad Dellecourt Detective Sergeant Manhattan Special Victims Unit. I am here with a 26 year old female Complainant. Please state your name for the record”
“Roberta Wallace, but please call me Bobbi.”
“Bobbi, do I have permission to record our conversation. And why are we here tonight?”
“Yes please record this. I need to report an assault.”
“Tell me what happened.”

And there it was, time for her story. “No one will believe you.” Andrew’s evil words, played like a looped recording.  Brad grabbed his pen and pad ready to let her tell her story without interruption.  Bobbi fiddled with the strap of her purse. “On October 21 at about 10:30 pm I returned home from work to my apartment.  It was pouring rain and all I wanted to do was eat something and go to bed. At the downstairs entrance,  Andrew Marcus surprised me. He was standing somewhere behind me.  He grabbed my gun off my left hip and pressed it into my side.” Brad scribbled “cop?” on his pad. “He forced me up to my third floor apartment by threatening to kill me or anyone who heard me scream. I let us in to the apartment asking him to please stop. I have known Andrew since I was five. I told him I hated him. He said I belonged to him. I would never belong to him. He was angry. He told me I was his.”

“You are doing fine Bobbi. There is no rush. Just take your time.”

“I was now scared. He told me I was his the day he made love to me on his yacht. Hell, I was 16. He was my first. She shook her head. “I tried to push him away and he struck me across my face. I tried to run down my hall and he grabbed me.  He forced me into my room and told me to take my clothes off. When I told him no he hit me in the head with the butt of my gun. I passed out.” Bobbi’s eyes filled with tears. “When I woke, I was naked face down on my bed. He was inside me. He had my hands behind my back held tightly by his hand. His right hand was holding my gun on the bed next to me. I felt raw inside. I begged him to stop. He came inside me. He pulled out. I was so nauseous. I pleaded with him. He yanked me down the bed and forced his way into my bottom.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. Brad handed her some tissues.

“Do you need a break Bobbi?” Brad’s voice was compassionate and soothing.

Shaking her head, “I’m ok. He pounded into me and held my hands over my head. He grabbed my gun and forced it into my vagina. I could feel him ripping me. I told him to stop and he asked me what was I going to do report him. He told me no one would believe me. We were lovers. He told me he would destroy Max, my family, my career and Max’s. He dropped my gun on the floor. He thrust more and came. He kissed me down my back and I relaxed enough to get my hands free. I pressed my knees into the bed and grasped his hand and as I pushed away I squeezed his thumb and yanked it down breaking it. I screamed at him to get out and he fled.

Brad pressed the recording off. “Let’s get you something to drink.” Brad stepped out into the squad room. Max was sitting at Brad’s desk. “Come sign this. It’s my statement. How is she?”

“She’s on the edge. When were you gonna tell me she’s on the job? Grab water out of my drawer and get in there. ” “Brad, let her tell you. We need to nail this sick bastard. I love her.” Brad stared at his friend. “We will Max.”

Max handed the bottle to Bobbi. He sat beside her and kissed her tear-stained cheek. “Princess I am here for you. Lean on me.” Bobbi grabbed his hands and placed her head against them. Closing her eyes, she wept.

Brad waited for Bobbi to catch her breath. She continued her statement from the hospital until her call from Andrew that evening. “Ok Bobbi I have a few more questions. Then I will write-up your statement and we will get Mr. Marcus arrested.
What do you do for a living that you carry a gun?”
“I am a New York City Police Officer assigned to the 10th precinct detective squad.”
“On the night of the assault did you drink any alcohol or take any medication?”
“No.”
“Now please sign this to release your kit from the hospital.” Brad passed her the form.”Did you have consensual vaginal or anal intercourse within 72 hours of the attack?
“No”.
“Did you clean your weapon?”
“Yes .” Bobbi looked grim.
Max swallowed hard. “Brad swabs of her gun and her bed sheet are entered in the 10th squad under a Jane Doe rape. I am sorry Princess. I wanted you to have options.” Max’s eyes asked for forgiveness.

“Max, one step ahead of me? She hugged him.

Brad finished the preliminary statement. for Bobbi to sign. In spite of her being on the job. He gently explained every step of what would happen next.

Max held her against him. The night air was freezing but Bobbi was no longer cold. Relief and love warmed her.

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