Being a detective had always been her dream. Maggie and Allen had been partners for a little over a year. She and Allen came from different districts but met when she was transferred into the Bureau. He had worked the east end of the city, where all of the old money lived, and she had worked the south side, which was aptly nicknamed, The Combat Zone. As a change of pace, for both of them, they transferred into the North District, which was primarily middle-class Americans.
Maggie had a small crush on Allen ever since she was transferred. He wasn't your classic hot cop but was more attractive, in his own way. He kept his hair in a military, high and tight, style. His face was hard with a severe jaw line, he had piercing, gray eyes and his nose was slightly crooked from one too many breaks. Allen was tall, about six feet-one inch, and he took care of his physique. His oxford shirts were always a little too tight across the chest and biceps and his ass was firm, round and filled his trousers perfectly.
Maggie, on the other hand, was short. Only five feet-two inches and weighed approximately one hundred twenty pounds with her gun belt on, and that was generous. She had a round face, dark green eyes, a light dusting of freckles danced across her checks and nose, her hair was straight, thick and auburn, almost a deep, rusty red.
She wore minimal makeup, maybe a dusting of neutral eyeshadow and mascara, on any given day. Even though she was short, she was a knock out! Every detective, patrolman, meter maid and probably even half of the female coppers wanted her. But, to the best of anyone's knowledge, she hadn't dated anyone in the department.
Allen and Maggie became instant friends. They worked cases together as if they'd been partners for years. Even though he was almost ten years her senior, he'd never treated her any less than anyone else. He respected the hell out of her and found her intelligence added to her beauty.
Anyone, from outside of the department, watching them would be amazed they'd been working together for only a year. They werere so in-sync, it was almost as if they'd worked with the same brain. Also, anyone could see the sexual tension between them, it was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Friday morning, Maggie went to work exhausted but, even with circles under her eyes, she was so damn cheerful and exquisitely beautiful. That week had been hell, it had kicked her ass. Twelve new cases hit her desk during the last ten days and they all had leads to chase down. Allen's case load was lighter than usual so he chased leads with her all week.
"What's with the jacket today? Do you have court?" Maggie asked.
She flitted around the office as she completed her morning routine of making coffee, reorganizing every item on her desk and checking the morning headlines.
"Uh, well, detective. The jacket's been there since I had court on...Monday!" Sarcasm dripped from his words.
"Oh, fuck. I must be losing my fucking mind!"
Maggie took a long drink of her fresh coffee. It was still a little too hot and burned her throat as she swallowed. About an hour later, she spun around in her chair to face Allen.
"Do you want to go and grab some surveillance video with me? I had a smash and grab last week and the surveillance video is ready for pick up. We can grab lunch over on the east side while we're out."
Allen didn't look up.
"Yeah, that's fine. Let me finish this up and then I'm all yours. I'll follow you everywhere."
Maggie giggled and blushed and quickly spun around to face her computer so he couldn't see her reddened face.
"I like that...follow me everywhere. You can drive."
Maggie drove Allen absolutely crazy. She always caught him off guard, she'd spin some of everything he said into something naughty and her high-pitched giggle always made his crotch stir.
I like that...follow me everywhere. Allen pictured Maggie liked to be in charge. He guessed she had to have a Type A personality to survive as a beat cop down South and make detective as quickly as she had. Allen's crotch started to get stiff.
"Ten minutes, ok?" Maggie asked.
Perfect, he needed a moment to collect himself. Maggie tossed the keys to Allen...
"You drive."
...and walked out toward the parking lot. She must've forgotten something in the office and Allen had to reach out and grab her hips after she abruptly spun around and ran, face first, into Allen's chest.
"Damn! I didn't realize you were so close! I forgot my flash drive."
Allen didn't say anything, he was too captivated by the light, citrusy and enchanting smell of her perfume or lotion. After he felt her curvy hips in his hands, he wanted to pull her to him so badly. She hadn't immediately pulled away, either. Maybe she liked her hips in his hands?
"I'll go get the car, Maggs. I'll meet you out there."
Maggie liked the way Allen's hands grabbed her hips and lingered a little before he released his strong grip. She felt the sexual tension, which had built over the past year, get more obvious and more intense. She didn't realize they'd been so close but she knew she wanted to be closer. She grabbed the memory stick and darted out toward the parking lot.
Maggie yammered on about the case but Allen didn't pay attention. He tried, hard, to concentrate on the road but he couldn't help but stare at Maggie's shirt. It was a low-cut, leopard print she'd paired with red slacks. She'd always dressed somewhat bold, for a detective, but if anyone could pull it off, she could.
The tops of her milky breasts rounded at the top of the blouse. It was obvious, and insanely sexy, her bra was a little too small because her tits spilled out of its cups. He pictured her nipples springing to attention for him as he tasted her creamy, delicate skin.
"What do you think? Enough for a search warrant?"
Allen snapped back into reality. Wait, what was she talking about?
"Yeah, Maggs, sounds good to me."
Maggie loved it when he'd call her Maggs. No one, except her grandmother, had ever called her Maggs. Maggie was already short for Marguerite, which she hated. Something about him having his own name for her turned her on. It seemed so silly to her but she couldn't help it when his deep voice said her name.
"I have to grab a surveillance video from the convenience store where that stolen credit card was swiped. Would you mind doing that while we're out?"
She tried to stop thinking about her partner's scent and the way his arms would feel around her body.
"No problem, Maggs."
Maggie felt fluttery again. How absurd am I? she admonished herself.
After they picked-up the first surveillance video, they drove over to The Liquor Stop, a mom and pop operation in an old Seven-Eleven building. The manager wasn't able to figure out the video system so he offered to let them try for themselves.
He led them to the Manager's office, a small broom closet of a room which also doubled as storage. On one wall, there was a small desk with the camera system, DVR and a chair. On the opposite wall, there was floor to ceiling cigarette cartons. Allen immediately sat down and started working.
