CC had returned to the office before Andy and Eva with more information than he even wanted to know. He had no idea this case would be as extensive as it was. He had heard about the finding of Celeste at the diner, and that her father had been shot at point blank range. What made that odd is, according to the people that he had run into that afternoon, the man seemed to know the person trying to kill him. A woman he had spoken to after the incident said that he let his guard down, only to be told that he “let the perversion of Durrant happen, and that from his hatred there could be no more peace.”

He retreated to his office and called Andy.

“Hey, man,” Andy said as he picked up the phone, “we were wondering where you ran off to.”
“Yea, sorry,” he started, “I caught wind of a shoot that was to be taken place at the diner you guys were at. I went to the diner in hopes of stopping it from taking place, only to be heckled by Monroe.”
“Man, I’m sorry you had to endure that,” Andy said, sounding a bit relieved that he didn’t have to question him now.
“It’s okay, really,” CC said, “He was just upset about the fact that we marked him as a suspect. I told him to prove that he wasn’t and we would drop the thought of considering him one. I got some interesting news.”
“Oh really,” Andy said with intrigue, “what did you find out?”
“The man who shot Miss Robertson’s dad was most likely related to him in some way. Plus, the man we have to talk to next; the one that is locked up in Pelican Bay.” He sighed.
“What’s up?” Andy sounded concerned.
“Brody was involved with Eva at one point in time; she was with him for almost four years prior to his hearing.”
He heard Andy excuse himself as he went down the sidewalk a ways.
“Say what?” he said, a tinge of annoyance in his voice.
“Yea, Eva met him at a party when she was twenty and he was 23. He was separated from his wife of 3 years, and friends of his took him there to get his mind off things. Apparently, he saw her and swept her off her feet.”
No wonder she is afraid to get attached to people, Andy thought. Her ex boyfriend is a murderer.
“Did anyone at the office know this?” Andy asked.
“No way,” he answered, shaking his head as a force of habit.
“I could understand why,” Andy began, sighing at the news, “What are the specifics?”
“Well,” CC took a deep breath, “Six months after they started dating, she asked him to move into her apartment at the time. He was apparently a dashing, dark bedroom features type of guy, and it became the talk of the town that she was dating a preacher’s son.”

He stopped.

“Dude, what else?” Andy pried.
“Look,” CC said, flustered at the constant questioning, “Why don’t you ask her. I just know she is the one assigned to the case; the only one with clearance to get into Pelican Bay State Prison. This is going to be a major flash back for her. She needs you, now more than she even knows.”
“Got it; we are going head back to the office now,”
“Ok, see you when you get here.”

CC couldn’t help but get nervous for his chief in command. She was a hard worker, and didn’t need this.

“Who was that?” Eva asked as she saw Andy sulking back towards her.
“It was CC; he has been gathering information all day.” He said, staring at the ground.
“And?”
“We know about you and Brody.” He said plainly.
“What?”
Her mind spun at that moment; someone informed CC of her relationship with Brody over a year ago. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes as Andy grabbed her into a hug.
“Andy, what are you…” she started, only cut off by Andy’s voice.
“Look, I know it is going to be hard, E,” he said in earnest, “But we are here for you.”
He stopped and looked directly into her eyes.
“I’m here for you; I need you to talk to me.”

She nodded, and tugged at him to follow her back to her car.

The walk was silent enough, even with the sounds of traffic and pedestrians flocking through the noisy LA streets. Reaching her car, she quickly got in, with Andy following suit.

“Okay, so what do you want to know,” she asked, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“Just tell me what you can,” he saw he begin to cry again, “Do you want me to drive back?”
“Yea, go ahead,”

They switched seats, and she began her long, drawn out story.

“Well, after the party that night, we were inseparable. He called me on his lunch breaks at work and would ask me how my day was; I had just started working at the agency. He was so proud of me, and told everyone we met I was his little detective. I loved him the moment I met him. It wasn’t until I was promoted to chief detective two years ago that things started to change. His divorce was finalized, and she robbed him of everything. He was depressed, but never took it out on me. He always said that he had better things to do with his rage than take it out on me. He joined a recreational baseball league, and it helped for a while.”

She took a break to catch her breath. She could feel more tears coming.

“One night after dinner, we sat down to watch our regular television programs we’d watch together, which included the news. He was antsy; nervous almost. I knew he was in line for a promotion at his place of business, which was a journalist company. He was going to be editor in chief. But any way, the news came on and spoke of two women found dead together in their Los Angeles condo. The pictures of his ex wife, Clarissa Moyer and her girlfriend of four years, Megan Taylor, were found beheaded and their genitals mauled. At first, I thought Brody was nervous because he once had love for this woman, so I was sympathetic. But about a week later, while I was at the office putting a case together for this very incident, I got a phone call from the police department; Brody had turned himself in.”

Andy just stared straight ahead, listening intently to this battered but strong woman tell her tale.

“I remember going to the department to confront him directly. He was sitting at a metal table with two officers guarding him. He looked so far gone, like he wasn’t himself anymore. His handsome features were replaced by dark, grotesque ones and it hurt me to know the man who I had loved for so long and wanted a true life with did this to not only these women, but to us; to me. I told him he needed to tell me the truth. He cried as he told me how when he went out with the guys one night, he cut out early. Instead of coming home, he called her to ask if she had his baseball cards, and that I really would like to have them for the collection I had at the time. She told him to come on by. When he got there, Megan opened the door. He lost it, knocking her out with the crow bar he had in his car. He slid her silently into the den, and found Clarissa watching t.v. When she asked where Megan went, he said she had gone into the bathroom. She gave him the cards, and told him to get out. As she turned to sit back down, he knocked her out, too. He took one of their chef grade knives from a kitchen drawer and slowly cut off both of their heads, letting them feel every ounce of pain as they watched the other’s life being sucked out…”

She trailed off for a few moments, staring out the window as the rain began to fall.

“He told me he couldn’t stop himself; by the time he was done, he was sober and covered in blood. He didn’t know what he had done, but had known why. Either way, he had dragged the pain out so long. He was incarcerated at his hearing, but his dad, the man who was shot, bailed him out so he could make amends before he was actually convicted. He got life without the possibility of parole. I remember seeing Celeste in the court room, looking so dour and grim. I almost thought she had helped him, but then again she was only 17 at the time. She never had time outside of her studies. But I broke up with him at his trial when he was convicted. Told he was dead to me. Before hand, I had kicked him out and placed all of his belongings in the hallway for him to pick up. I even had the locks changed.”

“Oh my god,” Andy exclaimed, finally reaching the office.
“What?” she asked, looking in the visor mirror to fix her make up that had be smudged.
“Eva, I wish you would have told me all of this earlier,” He stated, frustrated that his own partner felt like her business wasn’t important, “I can’t understand why you wouldn’t want to share that, especially with me.”
“I didn’t want you to think I was some kind of loony for dating him,” she sniffed up the rest of her tears, and looked at Andy, “I was afraid you wouldn’t want to be around anymore.”

Andy became puzzled by that; what did she mean?

“What do you mean, E?”
“I have developed…,” she stopped, searching for the correct words, “an interest… in you. I am scared enough as it is, and am trying to remain professional. I just didn’t want to ruin any chances, if there are any. God, I must sound like a quack!”

He smiled, flattered and felt he could reciprocate the feelings once the air was cleared.

“Look, I like you.” He said, calmly and plainly, “but I’m not putting that before getting answers from this guy, and getting your closure you deserve. The guys also deserve to know, which I hope will happen when we get inside.”

He took her hand for a brief moment, squeezed it, and smiled.

“After all of that, I would hope you would join me for dinner this weekend; just the two of us.”
“Oh,” she gasped, a small smile coming to her own face. “Yea, I’d like that.”

Finally inside in the meeting room, Eva was faced with the difficult task of telling her team mates what she told Andy. Once they assembled, she took a breath, and gave them the same information she had given him earlier.
“Eva, I have known you since you came here,” Jinxx said, confused as to why his long time friend couldn’t trust him, “Why the hell couldn’t you have said something? Better yet, how couldn’t you?”
“Yea, E,” Ashley chimed in, sounds perturbed, “How the fuck could you not tell any of us? We are your friends, and the only people who truly have your back.”
“Guys, we could blame her all we want, but I remember that time like it was yesterday, “Jake said, leaning against the whiteboard in the front of the room. “It was a Wednesday, and she came in all flustered and upset about something. Her cell phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and every time it would she were start cussing it out, crying. I didn’t know if someone was pestering her, but I should have asked her. The only one who doesn’t have an excuse here is Andy. Hell, somehow CC started here before him.”
Andy looked down at the floor, and fell the tension rise for that moment.
“I’m so sorry,” Eva said, starting to cry again, “I didn’t want to tell anyone because it was embarrassing. I didn’t want to tell anyone because I felt I could handle it alone; also, I know how you guys are with me, especially you, Jinxx.”
Jinxx just nodded, and looked at Ash who was doing the same.
“So, Andy is coming with me to Pelican Bay tomorrow morning; CC, you can have the day off; you deserve it. Everyone else is on call. Make sure you have your phone on you at all times. And Ashley,” she stopped and shot a glance at the lady’s man, “No getting super drunk tonight; you will need your focus for when Andy and I get back.”
Jinxx, Jake, and CC just giggled, receiving the bird from both of Ashley’s hands.
“I’m going home now,” she said quietly.
“Mind if I come with you?” Andy asked, putting his arm around her.
“Sure,” she smiled, “I’ll order us some take out when we get there.”

A silent car ride later, the pair found themselves in the kitchen, looking at a Chinese food menu. The agreed on hot and sour soup along with spring rolls. Andy penned down that he would like the Happy Family combination, and Eva wrote down shrimp lo Mein. With minutes, everything was ordered and paid for.
“I’m going to shower really quickly,” Eva announced, throwing the television remote at her partner, “Feel free to make yourself at home.”

As Eva showered, Andy flipped through channel absent-mindedly. His mind was on Eva, and how he admitted he was getting feelings for her. He shifted in his seat at the thought of hot warms cascading down her back towards her perfectly rounded ass. The thought of her rubbing shower gel on her thighs made him hiss through his teeth as he felt himself become hard. He knew it was wrong, because she was going through a difficult time; he just felt this connection with her. His mind ran wild, imagining her taking the detachable shower nozzle from its perch. He imagined her shooting water at her slit as she caressed her breasts with pleasure. He unzipped his pants to pull out his throbbing length, for it needed a form of release. Off in his own thoughts, he listened to the sound of the shower running. His hand rubbed slowly up and down, paying close attention to the nerve endings at the very tip.

Quickening his pace, he began to breathe harder, low moans escaping his vocal cords. Finally close to climaxing, he sped up to the point of where his eyes were half lidded and toes curled. Thanking a higher being for wooden floors, he came; every ounce of fluid landed at his feet on the wood floor in the living room. The sound of the shower turning off startled him, making him rush for a towel to clean up his result of being aroused.

Eva descended the stairs in her pajamas that consisted of an over sized Batman t-shirt and black shorts. Making her way to the kitchen, Andy looked back over the top of the couch and held his breathe. Her shorts were just long enough to cover each lip of her cheeks, and her hair was in two braided pigtails.

The ringing of the doorbell interrupted his pleasure fest. Getting up from the couch, he went to answer it.
Grabbing the food with a smile, he brought the large paper bag to the island in the kitchen.

“Oh my god, that smells good,” Eva exclaimed, turning to place two rum and cokes on the counter next to the bag.
“I can’t tell you the last time I had take out,” Andy said, taking everything out of the bag.
“Funny thing really; me neither,” she said in response, happy taking out a spring roll and crunching into it.

She smiled as he grabbed their food, and brought it into the dining room. Bringing the drinks with her, she followed.
“So, what made you want to get into detective work,” Eva asked Andy as the two ate.
“Well,” he said, swallowing the bite he had taken, “When I was a kid, I loved superheroes; Batman in particular. I liked the idea of fighting crime, but not quite like the way he fought crime.”
“Huh,” she said, spooning a bite of hot and sour into her mouth, “That sounds about like why I got into it. I had started school for criminology when I was 18, and finished a year early because I already worked for the agency. I received my Bachelors when I was 21, and haven’t stopped fighting since.”
“That’s really admirable, E,” he stated, scooping the last of his Happy Family sauce onto a small pile of rice in his container, “I mean, you stuck with the field for so long. I really like that about you.”
“You do,” she asked, finishing her cup of soup and moving in on the lo Mein that beckoned to her.
“Yea, I really do.”

He spoke with such feeling and adoration that the red head put her fork down to look him directly into the eye.

“Andy, I have a question,” she said.
“Ok, go ahead.”
“While I was showering, you didn’t happen to think about me naked did you?”
“Oh my God, get out of my head woman,” he shouted playfully, blushing heavily.
“Ah ha, I knew it.” She giggled, and took a bite of noodles and shrimp, “It’s okay; I would have done the same.”
He stopped mid bite.
“You would?” he asked, glancing over at her quizzically.
“Oh totally,” she spoke nonchalantly, “I stared as your crotch as often as possible while we have conversations at work, and of course I play them off by messing with stuff at my desk.”
“That is work place harassment, you know,” he jested.
“Yea, it is. And you work for me in my work place. Issue?”
“No ma’am. But if you keep talking like that…”

Dinner was interrupted by enough sexual tension to block out radio signal. The two detectives found the couch very easily, though neither of them came up for air.

Their lips crashed together like the Titanic hitting the iceberg. Eva ran her fingers through Andy’s hair as their tongues danced across each other seductively. Finally taking a breath, Andy found the young chief’s neck and began to suckle on her collarbone and move his way to the nape of her neck. Moving her to his lap, he latched onto her softly, holding her close to his body. Releasing her neck from his lips, he looked at Eva with such intensity.

“I think we just made things complicated,” she said, breathing heavily.
“I don’t think I care too much about that,” he softly shot back in response, and laid her down on the cushions.

Lifting the bottom of her shirt, his mouth grazed along her cream-colored skin. Nibbling the more fleshy spots as he move the shirt upwards, he finally exposed her breasts to him. Her face was flushed and eyes half lidded. Taking the left nipple in between his teeth lightly, he flicked his tongue back and forth over the tip. Her back arched slightly, allowing him to put his left arm under her. His right hand found the other breast and began caressing it gently. His pants were growing tighter over his growing member, and moaning in slight pain and pleasure.

Eva removed her shirt the rest of the way, and stripped him of his to reveal his many intricately done tattoos. She was already damp enough in arousal; however, the tattoos sent her over the edge. She gingerly, but with light force, began to unbutton his black slacks that contained what she was seeking. As his erection sprang free, he let out a moan. His size was more than impressive, she thought.

Placing his member between her breasts, she slowly moved back and forth. When he got the idea, and slid himself back and forth between her fleshy pillows. Pre-cum lined her sternum as she pulled away, making Andy whine.

“Why did you stop, babe,” he groaned, only to start sliding his own hand up and down his shaft.
“You’ll see,” she replied, pulling his pants to the floor and removing her own.

Squatting down, his hardened length stood eye level in front of her. Licking the underside of his shaft, she felt him twitch in her hands. Reaching the tip, she placed him in her mouth, sliding down on him ever so slightly. After going at this for about twenty minutes, she instructed him to sit on the couch, slouching slightly. He did as he was told, only to have her kneeling in from of him, breasts rubbing along the inside of his thighs.

She deep throated him, Andy arching his back slightly as a response.

“Okay, I can’t take it anymore,” he spoke through his teeth.

Flipping her over to where she was in his previous position, he placed his face in front of her. He could smell her arousal as he inched forward. Placing her legs on his shoulders, he placed his tongue against her outer folds. Bringing his thumb up to rub her clit, his tongue began darting in and out of her with such intensity she couldn't help but cry out.

“Andy,” she said, red faced and half lidded, “I’m going to cum.”
“That is quite alright,” he whispered at her.

His tongue rang along her inner folds as she tightened around it, releasing sweet juices from her body. He eagerly lapped up each drop, looking up at her convulsing body.

“Oh my god,” she exclaimed, “But, what about you?”

He smiled, and stood up once again. Taking her hand, he helped her up for a brief minute, only to sit back down where he was before. His length stood tall, flexing at each throbbing motion. He grabbed her hips, and turned her around.

“Sit down,” he directed, but in a soft tone.

Slightly straddling his knees, she sat in his lap only to have him enter her. He readjusted her so she hovered slightly over him.

“You ready?” he asked, gripping gently but firmly onto her hips.

Before she could say anything, he thrust his hips directly upwards, instantly hitting her g-spot. She cried out as a reflex, making her instantly wet again. His strokes became deeper and more sensual as he went. Grabbing for her, he held her close to him for a few seconds. He stopped for a brief moment to turn her to face him. Scooting slightly forward, he motioned for her to sit back down on him. Wrapping her legs around him, he held her close to him, slowly working himself in and out of her.

“This… really has… become complicated,” he said, eyes closed and in the moment.
“Yes, it has” she replied, stroking her hand through his hair.

Reaching his climax, he maintained his pace, but pushed deeper in with each thrust.

“Eva, I’m going to cum,” he whispered, slowing down in case he wasn't allowed to.
“Me too; cum with me”

The pair held onto one another as they climaxed, finally collapsing against the back of the couch and drenched in sweat.

About an hour later, Eva sat with Andy on the couch, close together with his head placed on top of hers. Her legs were curled up underneath her as they sat in silence, both now clothed in their night clothes.

“So,” she said softly, “What now?”
“I’m not sure,” he replied, nuzzling her forehead gently, “Why don't we see where this goes naturally. I mean, this happened naturally.”
“That’s true,” she said, her mind racing.

The clock read 11:45.

“We should probably get some sleep, E,” Andy said, looking at his conquest, “We have a big day tomorrow.”
“Yea,” Eva agreed, yawning, “Come on, Biersack; you're bunking with me tonight.”
“No argument here, ma’am,” he jested, giggling as he followed his superior to her bedroom upstairs.

Eva climbed in on the right side next to the windows of her room, while Andy rolled down the comforter and sheets on the opposite side. Sliding into the bed next to her, he looked over as she glanced at him longingly.

“I think that whatever happens,” she started, “I know where I want to be in the end.”
“Me, too,” he replied, kissing her on her brow, “We just have to finish travelling down this long road first; then we will be free to be where we want to be.”
Smiling, Eva rolled over. Andy scooted up to her back and draped an arm over her, pulling her close to him.
“Goodnight, beautiful girl,” he whispered.
“Goodnight, handsome boy.”

No one awoke to anything but the sun at 7:30 the next morning. The alarm had been blaring for about 15 minutes when Eva threw her arm out of the covers and hit the snooze button. She sat up and stretched, only to look back at her still sleeping partner. Smiling to herself, she looked on in awe at his perfect features.

“Good morning, sweet girl,” he said, opening one eye.

A yawn escaped his mouth, and he sat up, ruffling his own morning do. Giggling at himself, he realized that his hair was standing on end.

“You look beautiful, Biersack,” Eva jested as she wandered into her bathroom to start the shower water.
“Where do you think you are going, missy?” Andy asked, throwing his long slender legs out of the covers and over the side of the bed.
“Umm,” she said, pointing to the room filled with steam behind her, “shower?”
“Sounds good,” He stood, and stretched again, “Can I join you? I promise no funny business.”
“Hop on in,” she replied, throwing her shirt at him playfully, and ran towards to bathroom door.

He smirked, and took off his sleep shorts. His nude frame entered the bathroom, only to spot a curvaceous woman standing in a towel.

“You promise no funny business, right?”
“I promise,” he replied, still in the doorway.

With that, she removed the towel and slowly got in the running water. Andy followed suit. While they bathed, the talked about what the day held and what they needed to ask Brody when they arrived to the prison. CC had called the prison the day before, so the guards knew to expect the pair to arrive during the day. Andy remained on edge, knowing that Brody was the love of Evangeline’s life for a good portion of time. He didn’t want to see her tore up about his stupidity and mistakes; they weren’t her doing or fault.

He exited the shower, and dried off in front of the mirror. Looking at his reflection, he realized how much he had changed in the course of the three years he had started taking his criminology classes. His hair was once long enough to put in a ponytail, and now it was shave on the sides with enough to fluff on top.

Andy and Eva got dressed, and made their way down stairs. Opting to catch breakfast on the way, they left her house and headed to the prison.

"Are you ready for this, babe?" Andy asked from the driver seat.
"As ready as I will ever be," She sighed, knowing this would be the softest part, so far, for her to handle.

Notes

sorry so confusing; I am leaving work at 5am, and don't have enough time to finish what I wanted to. It will be in the next chapter though. Comment please!