Staying With Her

Blackhawk sat with his colleague, Officer Martin, on the outdoor patio of The West Precinct–Seattle Police Department. Blackhawk was chilled as he lit the cylindrical roll of ground tobacco with steady fingers. Placing the Marlboro bud between his lips, he inhaled the substance. "I don't get it," Wondered Officer Martin, scratching the crook of his neck while he paced the length of the patio. "What's not to get?" Blackhawk asked, releasing the toxic chemicals from the bud in a cloud of smoke. "Why all three?" He nibbled on the corner of his lower lip, mindlessly swirling the titanium Crown King pendant around his pointer finger. Blackhawk puffed his cheeks as he blew his rounds of toxins into the gloomy sky, contributing to the pollutant dome, "Ulterior motive," Was all he said. Flicking at the end of the bud, he stood up from the concrete step, his hard hands dusting off invisible specks of dirt. When satisfied, he strolled over towards the vinyl columns where the stressed officer stood, gazing at the real world of mothers strolling with squalling babies down the pathway and bustling cars. The officer sighed, his breath mixing with the surrounding air and traveled into the mist. Blackhawk placed a hand on the man's shoulders, giving him a little pat before sliding it into his black khaki's. They stood in silence, allowing the natural sound of the city to clog their eardrums while sharing the addicting flavor of the 1/3 cigarette. "Don't dwell on it, we'll figure it out," Blackhawk lowered his gruff voice and spoke out the side of his mouth as he released the excess smoke, "We always do." The doors opened and out walked Kate, the lead detective on the bar case. She was slightly chilly and kept a light brown cardigan wrapped around her shoulders as she strolled towards the gawking men. She was one hell of a sexy woman. Blackhawk examined the magnificent woman from her black leather boots to the elegant knitted beanie, warming her brunette head. She looked like a woman on a magazine cover with her delicious curves and big round ocean blue eyes with skin of the palest olive. "Gentlemen," she greeted, smiling through her ivory teeth as she settled in between the two brawny men. "Detective, any leads?" Officer Martin hurriedly asked, throwing the bud onto the concrete before stomping his heavy boots onto it. "We're leaving for interrogations. Join u,." She offered, glancing up into the eyes of Blackhawk. Kate felt the energy in the air, vibrating arousal through her causing her to tremble inside. He was the most beautiful man Kate had ever seen. Officer Martin stood zero chances at exceeding the man's perfection. Yet, she professionally masked her admiration into a solemn facade. Officer Martin nodded, hurriedly jolted up the mass of stairs towards the backdoor and into the department filled with occupied officers. Blackhawk stood with one hand in his trouser pocket, pretending to lounge in front of her instead of exposing the amount of lust that covered his mind whilst staring into the woman's eyes. Her dark lashes blew over her eyes and swept the skin below it. He noticed every detail. From the scattered freckles across the bridge of her nose to her shuddering due to potential coldness. However, he'd like to think that it was initiated by his maleness. "He's keen," She said, breaking the electric feeling in the air. Blackhawk shrugged, "He's part of the furniture, he's bound to crack," He breathed, removing his eyes from the captivating woman to glance at his wristwatch, "It's almost noon, where's the place?" He asked, meeting her eyes again. "Western Avenue," She said, glancing down at the deflated bud, "back to old habits I see." She smirked, c*****g him a skilled eyebrow. "That's a 9-minute drive," He stated, ignoring her remark, "let's get a groove on Detective," He whispered, moving around her as he headed towards the doors, leaving her stunned to the core. Kate closed her eyes, composing her herself for the hardheaded man before climbing back into the rustic building. * * * "Is there anything else you want to tell me?" Kate asked, gripping onto her black notepad for composure. The man irked the hell out of her. Richard knotted his brows into a tight line, thinking back to the incident that had occurred over a span of fours months. The crippled, timid man tapped his fingers against the base of his scruffy chin whilst clawing at the rim of the bar stool, "Yola left an hour earlier that day...said she had family problems," He nodded in assurance. "Did she mention any family problems before?" Kate asked biting onto the inside of her cheek. "Nah, come to think of it...she was alone," He pondered. "As in no family?" "Yeah, she'd always gush over that ugly p***y of hers but never have I heard her mention anything about family," He said, shaking his head at the thought. Kate straightened her posture and flipped to a new page of her pad. She hadn't received much information from the bar owner for six minutes after arriving. She needed a drink and fast. Clicking at the end of her black bullet point pen, she wrote down the necessity details from the man's vague description. Blackhawk stepped out from the men's bathroom, a hand on his zipper as he slid it up. He ran a hand through his short wavy hair whilst strolling over towards Kate. "How we looking?" He asked, sliding his hands into his trousers. No answer. He hated being ignored, especially by a woman who he could easily crush with his impossibly enormous hands. Kate grabbed a hold of his bulging wrist, leading him in the direction towards the small built-in stage. Blackhawk masked confusion while he allowed the persistent woman to drag him into the darker corners of the empty bar. She stopped and turned around to face him. Sighing frustratedly, she scrunched up her hand into a fist and held it up to his chest. He folded his arms across his broad chest, daring her to take action. "Are you going to hit me, detective?" He asked, raising a challenging brow at her. Groaning, she glared up at the handsome man before lowering her fist into the pocket of her cardigan, "This is what I get, an uncertain man as my only witness." She forced a laugh, moving her hand towards his and removed it from between his caged arms. Blackhawk stifled a laugh at the entertainment of her aggressively placing the notepad into his hand. Left work earlier, usual at 2 a.m–F̶a̶m̶i̶l̶y̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶b̶l̶e̶m̶s̶. Moronic boss Blackhawk released a deep-throated laugh while clutching onto the notepad. Kate flushed with anger, wanting anything to hold back her hands from abusing the big man. Bloody hell. He was trying to irk her further than Richard had. Even his laugh had her on edge for sounding seductive. His scent invaded her nostrils as he bent down to grab his knees. A mixture of cinnamon and musk. He stood to his full height, wiping away excess tears while releasing a few snickers. "You've been doing this for a while detective. What makes him special?" He asked, handing her back the notepad before sliding his hand into his pockets and roaming the other into his silky raven peppered hair. "I'm short-tempered," She sighed. "How did you manage to get into the force with that attitude?" He asked, genuinely perplexed by her law enforcement status. "My knowledge overcame it," She snapped, placing a hand onto her hip in defense. She didn't like men. Not after the horrendous deed that her ex-husband, Donald had committed. They disgusted her. She'd sworn to never fall for another man again, to never trust their venomous promises and to never let him into her heart. Blackhawk snorted, rolling his eyes at her, "Nonsense, if it weren't for Donald, you wouldn't have been in this position," He smirked, as though he knew he'd hit a nerve. Just what he'd intended to do. Kate gasped at the man. Her professional facade had now vanished, exposing her deepest scares and rage. The nerve of this man! She thought. She knew that he knew about their disloyal relationship. How could he not? He was with her when she signed the agreement with her then-husband. Heck, he was the one who provided her with a pen to forge her unloved marriage to her boss. Yet, he threw it into her face like a dirty rage. How would she be able to respond to that? He'd tongue-tied her, "Yola–" "Blackhawk!" Yelled Officer Martin. He marched through the doors of the bar with much determination. "What?" Blackhawk asked. Officer Martin stopped in front of him, his hand reached into his slacks' pocket before pulling out his cellphone, "We got a lead," He enthused, handing over his device to Blackhawk who quickly snatched it from his palm. They were quiet. Blackhawk's eyes scanned the note sent from Lieutenant Carter at the Precincts Department. The men's heading to 2nd Ave. It read. Kate started to shift on her feet. Out of instinct, she grabbed the device out from Blackhawk's hand to clear her anxiety. Blackhawk glanced up at Officer Martin, nodding at him to confirm the order. Officer Martin strolled over towards the calling Officer at the front door, discussing the new information. Leaving Kate and Blackhawk to once again, face each other. However, this time, Kate's face paled at the sight of the words written by the Lieutenant and the picture accompanying it. Body found. She placed her hand on top of Blackhawk's wrist, briefly closing her eyes as she clutched onto it for dear life. She dropped the phone to the ground and dashed out of the darkness, towards the woman's bathroom. Leaving Blackhawk stunned and quizzical.