~ Murder by Association ~
by Tonya S. Coley

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Disclaimers: This story is mine. The characters are mine. They do not bear a resemblance to a certain duo, who we all know and love. Although Wilmington is a real city, the names and places of certain areas have been changed to protect me from being sued.

Language: This story contains a lot of foul language.

Violence: This is a murder mystery, of course there's violence. Some of it is graphic.

Sex: This story contains details of a loving relationship between two women. Some scenes are very graphic. If this is not your cup of tea, or you are under the age of 18, I suggest you move on to something else.

Editing Credits: This story was edited by Katia N. Ruiz. Thank you for all your help.

Feedback: Please feel free to let me know what you think. Good or bad reviews I can take, but please don't be cruel. My email addy is Tcoley813@aol.com

Special Thanks: For Peaches. You helped me to see beyond myself, and gave me the courage to try something new. Muchos gracias, mi amiga.

© 2002

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Chapter 8

Pizo ran into Alma as they entered the hospital. "Hi Alma." Pizo greeted, putting an arm around her shoulder.

"Hey Pizo. How are you?" Alma asked her friend.

"I'm exhausted. We found another body this morning." He wearily told her.

"My God, that makes three." She paused. "Does Johnnie know?"

"I haven't told her yet. She's gonna be pissed." He told her, knowing full well how Johnnie would react. He was almost afraid to tell her but he knew he had to.

"Pizo, I'm going to ask Johnnie to resign from the force. It's too dangerous." She announced.

He studied the young woman. He knew that she was afraid, but he also knew that Johnnie would have a fit if Alma asked her to resign. "Uh, Alma I don't think that it would be a good idea." He warned.

She pulled away from him, and looked at him indignantly. "Why not? I'm entitled. I love her, and nearly lost her. I don't know if I can face leaving her in the mornings, not knowing if she will come home to me." Tears formed and fell from her eyes. "I can't handle that. I can't live without her."

Pizo motioned for them to sit on one of the benches in the breezeway. "Alma, you'll be taking a big part away from her. It'll kill her." He paused. "Has she ever told you why she became a cop?"

Alma shook her head. "No. I asked her about it once, but she didn't want to talk about it." She softly answered.

"When Johnnie and I became partners, she took me with her to Goldsboro for their family reunion." He paused. "It was a year before her father died. What I learned that day, Johnnie never told me. She doesn't even know that I know this." He paused once more. "Alma, I'm only telling you this so you can see everything from J's point of view. You can't let her know that I told you."

Alma stared at him, looking into his gray eyes. "I will not break this confidence, Pizo."

Pizo resolved to tell her. He didn't want this to come between them, his dear friends. "Mr. Green told me that when Johnnie was eleven, her mother was raped, beaten and left to die by the roadside."

Alma gasped. "Oh my God." Her hands began to tremble, and tears spilled from her eyes once again. "She has never spoken to me about this."

Pizo stroked her shoulder and continued. "They found her. She was in a coma and never regained consciousness. She died a week later. The police never really investigated the case. You know how it is: small town, black victim. So, when Johnnie graduated from high school, she went to the community college. She got her associate's degree in law enforcement, and then joined the Goldsboro police department. Johnnie fought tooth and nail to get them to re-open the case. When they finally did, she solved the case, bringing the murderers to justice." He paused. "So you see, Alma, it's her calling, her passion."

Alma was sobbing. Her lover has endured so much pain. What am I going to do now? I can't very well ask her to quit, knowing all this. I can't bear the thought of losing her. She thought to herself.

Pizo gave her time to compose herself, and then they headed for Johnnie's room. Both of them deep in thought.



Johnnie had just finished watching Judge Judy chew someone out for wasting her time. Johnnie loved they way the judge would tear into people. She laughed at the animated little woman. "You go, Judge Judy." She laughed. When the five o'clock news came on, the lead story was at a crime scene. Johnnie recognized the area.

"There has been another body found here at Atlantic Beach. The area, known as The Dunes, is the scene of another grisly murder. Area college students found the victim, who has not been identified, at sunrise. Here is one of the investigators. Excuse me detective, could you answer a few questions?"

Johnnie sat in her bed, seething with anger. "That son of a bitch."

"No comment." The detective, who turned out to be Pizo, told the reporter.

Johnnie turned the television off, and screamed. The scream was heard all the way to the nurses' station. The nurse ran in. "What's wrong Ms. Green?" The nurse asked. "Are you in pain?"

Johnnie glared at her. "Get the fuck out!" She yelled as she threw the remote control at her, shattering it against the wall near the nurse's head. The nurse immediately turned and ran out.

Pizo and Alma stepped off the elevator and saw a couple of nurses talking. One of them was visibly upset.

"Ms. Martinez," The older nurse said, turning towards them. "Ms. Green is terribly upset, and has upset her nurse. Please try to calm her down."

Alma and Pizo ran into Johnnie's room. "Johnnie, what's going on?" Alma asked, as she rushed to her bedside.

Johnnie didn't acknowledge Alma's presence, focusing all her attention on Pizo. "You son of a bitch. Why didn't you call me? I have to hear about it on the fucking news." She yelled.

"Honey, please calm down. This isn't good for you." Alma pleaded as she stroked her shoulder.

Johnnie was so angry she was unable to respond to Alma.

"J, I didn't have time. I came right here after I got off duty." He calmly told her, moving a little closer to her.

"Bullshit." She spat. "You have a cell phone. You couldn't take a couple minutes to let me know what's going on? Is it the fact that I'm laid up in the goddamned hospital and am useless? Is that it, partner? "

Pizo tried to explain. "J, it's not like that. You know I've been running all over the place. I had to get the CSU and the coroner..."

"Fuck that." She interrupted.

Alma begged. "Baby, please..."

Johnnie got out of bed, and headed toward the closet. Alma was walking behind her. "Johnnie what are you doing?"

Johnnie pulled her gown off, and stood naked before her lover and her friend. Pizo was stunned, and quickly turned his back to them. Finally acknowledging Alma, she yelled, "I'm getting the fuck outta here, and I'm going to find the bitch that did this."

"No, querida, you are not." Alma adamantly told her as she stood in front of her.

"Move Alma, or I'll move you." Johnnie growled.

"I will not." Alma yelled. "You are not going anywhere but back into that bed." She ordered as she picked up the gown. "Put this back on before Pizo has a stroke."

Johnnie stood there, glaring at her and trembling in her rage.

Alma, getting a reign on her own temper, put her hand in the middle of Johnnie's chest. "You are not strong enough, beloved. You have to heal and regain your strength." She then slid the gown up Johnnie arms, and tied it closed. Alma took Johnnie's face into her hands. "Calm down. She will be caught and all this will be over." Alma softly said.

All of Johnnie's anger faded, leaving her trembling. Tears formed and fell; tears for the victims, including her, and tears of helplessness. Alma wrapped her arms around her sobbing lover, whispering soothing words. Pizo came over to them, and helped Alma get Johnnie back into bed. Alma sat on the bedside, stroking Johnnie's face, neck and shoulder.

Pizo grasped Johnnie's hand. "We're going to get her, partner. You and me, we'll get her."

Johnnie lay in the bed, tears still flowing. She was calmer, and able to accept Pizo's explanation. When she finished crying, Pizo then filled her in on the case.



The doctor came in after making final rounds. Johnnie was in bed; Alma was in the chair beside the bed. They were holding hands, and waiting for word on when Johnnie would be released.

"Well detective, your test results are good. Your EEG's and EKG's are normal, and your lung and liver are healing nicely." Doctor Pedrazo told them. "So, it looks like you will be leaving us tomorrow."

Alma leaned over and kissed Johnnie, as she breathed a giant sigh of relief.

"No offense, doc, but I'm ready to get outta here." Johnnie told him.

The doctor smiled. "I know you are, and I also know why. I hope you catch the killer, detective."

"Thank you." She told him. "When can I go back to work?"

Alma cringed at the thought of Johnnie going back to work. What am I going to do? How can I make her understand? Oh God. She inwardly groaned.

"In two weeks, I want you to come in for a follow up. We will go from there." He told her. "You can use the time to condition yourself."

"Thanks, doc. I'll do just that." She said, pleased that she would be getting back into the thick of things.

"You're welcome. Good luck to you." He told her. He smiled at Alma and left.

Alma was distracted, trying to figure out what she was going to do. She was pulled from her revelry by Johnnie's voice. "I'm sorry, love. What did you say?"

Johnnie noticed the tension on her lover's face, and had an idea what was going on with her. She knew Alma would have a hard time adjusting to her going back on duty. "I said, that's great news, isn't it?"

"Oh yes it is. I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention before. I have a lot of things on my mind." Alma told her. She then stood and walked over to the window.

Johnnie got out of bed and walked up behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist. "What's going on, baby? Talk to me."

Alma stiffened at her touch. Her mind was racing. What should I do? Do I tell her the truth? That I want her to resign. Or should I just say nothing? "It's nothing really. Don't worry about it." She sadly whispered.

Johnnie leaned close to Alma's ear. "Don't keep anything from me, Alma. I can see that you are upset and I want to know why. I love you, baby, with all my being. I want to help you."

Alma leaned back to enjoy the feel of her lover's body, the warmth of Johnnie's breath against her ear. Johnnie's deep contralto voice rang to her very soul. The thought of losing her made tears form in her eyes. She lowered her head and steeled herself. "I'm afraid, Johnnie. I can't bear the thought of losing you." She finally admitted, her voice trembling. "This time we were lucky. I don't know if I can go through it again."

Johnnie's fears were realized. Alma's words hit her like a sledgehammer. She's going to ask me to resign.

"Alma," Johnnie softly said as her voice quavered, "I'll be careful from now on, baby. I'll wear a vest; I won't go into any more alleys alone. I'll take all the precautions."

"Will that be good enough, beloved?" Alma softly asked. "Can you guarantee that you won't go to work one day and never return?"

Johnnie knew she could not make any guarantees. Her job was dangerous, and Alma knew this. Why now? She wondered. Because up until now, she didn't fear losing you, idiot. You're going to have to make a decision. Will it be Alma or the force? Her inner voice questioned.

They stood holding each other in awkward silence. Each wondering what the other would do. Johnnie wondered if Alma would eventually leave her, and Alma wondered if Johnnie would wind up resenting her for asking her to resign.

I love Alma more than anything in this world. If I have to give up my job, then I will. Johnnie decided. She turned Alma around, so she could look into her eyes. She saw her tear stained face. "I will do anything you ask of me." She kissed her on both cheeks.

Alma looked deeply into her eyes. She could see the despair, but she could also see that if she asked her to resign, Johnnie would do just that. She remembered what Pizo had told her. Her calling. Taking a deep breath, she began to speak. "I won't ask you to give up your job. I know1 how much it means to you. But you have to promise me something."

Johnnie eyes held unshed tears as she gave silent thanks. "Anything."

She tightened her grip around Johnnie's waist. "I want you to promise me that you will do everything in your power to come home to me every night."

"As God is my judge, I will do anything it takes to be in your arms every night. I love you, Alma."

Alma pulled Johnnie's head down to kiss her. A soft, chaste kiss, but it went deeper as Johnnie's tongue begged for entrance. Their tongues wrestled as moans echoed in the room. Their need for air made them break the kiss. Johnnie kissed Alma's chin then moved down her neck. Johnnie's sex was pulsing as she pulled Alma closer, slipping her thigh between Alma's.

"Baby, we need to stop." Alma breathlessly whispered.

"I need you. I want to touch you, and taste you. Please baby, touch me and let me touch you." She begged as she fondled Alma's breasts, teasing her nipples. Johnnie's lips caressed her skin.

"We can't. Someone could walk in." Alma moaned, as she involuntarily rubbed herself against Johnnie's thigh; her resolve was crashing and her libido was taking control.

Johnnie continued her assault on Alma's neck, licking and sucking it. She pulled Alma with her over to the chair, then with her as she moved the chair to the door to jam it shut. "No one will be able to walk in. Touch me baby, please. I can't wait any longer." She led them back over to the bed, pulling Alma down on top of her. "Please."

Unable to resist her love anymore, Alma slipped her hand underneath Johnnie's hospital gown. Her fingers brushed against Johnnie's thighs causing them to shudder, leaving individual trails of electricity coursing through them. Johnnie's free thigh spread, giving Alma access to her pulsating sex. When her fingers reached Johnnie's swollen bud, Johnnie gasped loudly as it felt like a thousand fires were lit in her belly. Alma covered her mouth with hers and kissed her, absorbing the moans and gasps as her fingers stroked and teased her clit. She slid two fingers inside and used her thumb to continue her assault on her clit. Alma eased her own ache by rubbing it against Johnnie's thigh. The onslaught on both Johnnie's mouth and sex made her come quickly. Johnnie was sweating profusely and breathing heavily. Alma looked at her, afraid that it might have been too much for Johnnie. She stopped her own ministrations immediately.

Johnnie saw the concern on Alma's face, and gave her an exhausted smile. "I'm fine, baby. Don't worry." She kissed Alma, and began pulling up the hem of Alma's skirt. She cupped her buttocks, pulling her harder against her thigh. She moved her hands up Alma's hips, lacing her finger around the waistband of her panties. In one fluid motion, she pulled them down and tossed them on the floor. "I want to taste you." She motioned for Alma to climb up her body.

Excitedly, Alma complied and settled herself on Johnnie's face. "Mmm, Johnnie." She whispered. "It's been too long."

As Alma writhed above her, Johnnie's tongue was like a tornado whirling around her engorged clit.

"Yes..." She hissed, as Johnnie flattened her tongue and let Alma ride her. She pushed up Alma's blouse and bra and she kneaded the flesh of her soft, full breasts.

Johnnie touched her own sex to moisten her fingers. She tweaked Alma's nipples, making her grind harder.

Alma had to cover her mouth as she came, to squelch the scream that was bound to tear through her. Johnnie gave her a couple more licks, for good measure, before Alma slid down to nestle against her.

"Nothing like a quickie to get you through the night." Johnnie chuckled. "That was a preliminary. Just wait until I get you home."

"Tomorrow won't get here soon enough for me." She told her. "I've missed having you in our bed."

Johnnie became angry all over again, thinking about what she nearly lost. She tried to hide it from her lover. That bitch almost took me away from all this; my love, my life. I'll make her pay. I swear it.

She failed miserably as Alma noticed a change in her demeanor. Propping herself on her elbow, she asked, "Is anything wrong?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. No, everything's fine." She told her, unable to look at her. "Just going over some things in my mind."

"You're lying." She softly told her. "I have a feeling it has something to do with the killer. I can see in your eyes the revenge you are plotting."

Johnnie eyes snapped up to meet hers. Damn, I could never pull one over on her. She reached over to touch her cheek. "I'm not going to do anything stupid. I'm going to make her pay, but I'm going to use the system to do it." She told her. "I just got upset because she nearly took me away from you."

"I know what you mean, honey. Although, we have to do this the right way. She has to pay not only for what she did to you, to us, but she has to pay for her crimes against the other victims." Alma whispered as she ran her fingers through Johnnie's hair.

Johnnie closed her eyes, relishing the feel of Alma's fingers. "You're right, as usual." She told her.

Alma smiled. "This is true."

Johnnie chuckled, and swatted Alma's behind. Kissing her cheek, she told her, "You'd better get up before one of the nurses from hell kicks the door in."

Alma got up to straighten her clothes and retrieve her panties. She walked back over to the bed and leaned down for one more kiss. "I'll be here first thing in the morning. Are you going to be ready, or will you be sleeping in?" She teased.

"My love, you have no worries. I'll be ready when you get here." Johnnie told her, giving her a lopsided grin.

Alma kissed her once more, and then left.



When Alma got home, she made a couple of quick phone calls, letting everyone know that Johnnie would be released the next day, and that the welcome home party would be held that afternoon. She showered and dressed in one of Johnnie's Wilmington PD t-shirts and a pair of shorts, put on a Santana CD and began to prep the food for the party.

Chapter 9

Johnnie was up at six a.m. Even though she knew that Alma would not be there until nine, she was too excited to remain in bed. She showered and quickly dressed. Thinking about how horribly she treated her nurse the day before, she decided that she had to make things right.

Shift change was at seven, so she waited for her nurse to get shift report. Mrs. Sampson came from the inner office and was startled by Johnnie.

"Uh, is there something you need, Detective?" She nervously asked.

Johnnie sensed the nurse's fear and it made her feel horrible. She was the only nurse who treated her and Alma with respect. She always respected their privacy. The young nurse knocked before entering, closed the door when she left, and kept visitors away when she sensed they wanted to be left alone. You can be a real asshole, Green. "Mrs. Sampson, could I speak with you in my room, please? It's important."

The nurse could hardly keep her hands from shaking. "Sure. I'll be right there." She told her, giving her a hesitant smile.

Johnnie sat on her bed, trying to figure out how to apologize to the nurse, when she walked in.

"Is there something I can help you with?" She asked.

Johnnie began to fidget. "I, uh, would like to apologize for my behavior yesterday. I was upset and I took it out on you. I was completely out of line."

Mrs. Sampson smiled. "All is forgiven, Detective. I saw the news when I got home, and I understood what set you off."

"I still had no right to take it out on you. You have treated me and my lover with nothing but the utmost respect, and I'd like to thank you for that." She told her.

"You're quite welcome. I only treated you how I treat all my patients." She shyly told her.

Johnnie smiled at her. "Too bad the others don't see things your way. Alma was always afraid of being compromised, someone walking in on us." She clasped her hands, "Well, we won't have to deal with that anymore, I'm being released this morning.

"That's wonderful news. I know how ready you are to get back to work." She said. "It's going to take a while for you to get back into shape. Just know that you shouldn't rush things. If you do, you could do more harm than good." Mrs. Sampson warned.

Johnnie chuckled. "Do you think Alma is going to let me do more than I'm supposed to?"

The nurse laughed along with her. "I see your point. She was the only one that you, how can I put this, gave in to. Even the other pit bull nurses commented on how quickly you did as she asked."

The smile on Johnnie's face told it all; She adored Alma and would do anything she asked of her. Trying to regain some of her bravado, she added, "Well, I just do it to keep the peace. I don't like controversy in the home."

The nurse smirked at her, knowing what the truth actually was. "Sure you do." She gave Johnnie a pat on her shoulder. Johnnie arched her eyebrow and gave her a mock menacing scowl. The nurse snickered. "Just let me know when Ms. Martinez arrives. Your paperwork is at the desk." She turned and left.

Aww geez, now she thinks I'm soft. Johnnie thought to herself. She started packing her things, when she suddenly stopped to look at her reflection in the mirror. This shirt is just a little too loose, and these jeans are too. Shit. She grimaced. Must bulk back up.

Alma stood in the doorway, looking at Johnnie. She noticed the weight loss. Damn. Please don't freak on me, baby. "Good morning, love. You ready to go?" She asked cheerfully.

Johnnie was startled, but maintained her cool. She looked at the clock, which read 8:15. "How did you get in here so early? I wasn't expecting you until nine."

Alma closed the door and walked over to her, wrapping one arm around her waist, while she used her free hand to pull Johnnie down into a kiss. After kick starting Johnnie's libido into overdrive, she pulled away. "Well, if you're not ready to leave..."

Johnnie quickly interrupted, "Don't even try it. I was up at six. All I have to do is let the nurse know that I'm all set."

"Querida, would that be the same nurse you terrorized yesterday?" Alma asked.

Still ashamed at how she acted, Johnnie lowered her head. "Yeah."

"Well, don't you think that you should apologize?" Alma inquired.

"As a matter of fact, I already did." Johnnie beamed, pulling Alma closer into her embrace.

Alma smiled and kissed her chin. "That's good. I'll have to give you a special treat when we get home." She teased.

Cupping Alma's behind, Johnnie kissed Alma's neck. "I'm thinking the red teddy; you know the crotch-less one I got for you last Valentine's day?"

Reveling in Johnnie's embrace, Alma moaned, "I think that can be arranged." She paused long enough to brush her lips against Johnnie's. "Let's go home, beloved."

Johnnie rang the call bell for the nurse. After a couple of minutes Mrs. Sampson came in, wheelchair in tow.

Johnnie looked at the nurse, then down at the wheelchair. Pointing her finger at the contraption, she forcefully asked, "I know you don't think for one second that I'm getting into that thing?"

"Hospital policy, Detective." The young nurse replied.

"You can just forget it." Johnnie snapped. "Later for the policy."

Shaking her head, the nurse looked to Alma for support. Alma authoritatively cleared her throat as she walked up behind the chair, placing her hands on the handles.

Johnnie looked at Alma. "Please, baby, don't make me." She begged.

"Sit." Alma demanded. The nurse couldn't control her snickers. Johnnie growled at them both, but did as she was ordered.



"Are you sure she's going to be released today?" The photographer asked.

The reporter, Karen Grace, sighed. "Yes Jim, my sources said she's being discharged this morning." It's good to have friends that work in this hospital. She mused. She saw her interview as the group exited the elevators. "Get ready Jim, here she comes."

Johnnie saw the cameraman and reporter as soon as they entered the breezeway. "Aww, fuck."

"What is it?" Alma asked, slowing the pace of the wheelchair.

"That Grace woman is out there with a fucking camera. Shit." Johnnie hissed.

Alma placed a comforting hand on Johnnie's shoulder. "Just relax, say 'no comment' if you want but please be nice."

"Hey, what do you mean, be nice? I'm always nice." Johnnie retorted.

Alma stopped and leaned down to Johnnie's ear. "I love you, but you can really be a hard-ass when you want to be."

Johnnie had a feral smile.

"Please, Johnnie. Be nice." Alma begged.

Johnnie looked up into those big beautiful brown eyes. Now, how can I say no to her? She relented, "For you, anything." She took Alma's hand from her shoulder and kissed it.

"Thank you." Alma said.

They proceeded down the breezeway with the orderly pushing the cart that was full of flowers. The reporter and cameraman were standing behind Johnnie's Chrysler 300M. When the doors opened they were on Johnnie in a flash.

"Detective Green, How are you feeling?" Karen asked.

Alma locked the brakes on the wheelchair and went to unlock the trunk. Johnnie sat in silence until Alma glared at her.

"I'm feeling fine." Was all she offered.

Karen was a little agitated at the lack of response, but continued her questions. "Do you know how long it will be before you return to duty?"

"No comment." Johnnie stated.

"Does that mean you won't be able to go back on active duty?" Karen demanded.

Johnnie stood to her full height, which was a couple of inches taller than the reporter. "It means just what I said. NO COMMENT." Before the reporter could ask any more questions, Johnnie got into her car and slammed the door shut. Alma quickly got into the car and they drove off, leaving the reporter behind them.

Karen turned to the camera. "My deepest sympathies to the perpetrator of these heinous crimes. You have one angry detective on your trail. This is Karen Grace reporting."

"Okay, we're clear." Jim said.

"She's one angry bitch." Karen muttered. "I just hope the murderer can make it to trial."



"Honey, calm down. You know how reporters are. She just wanted you to answer her questions in more detail." Alma consoled.

Johnnie was in a world of her own. Does that mean that you won't be returning to active duty? Nosy little bitch! Just who in the fuck does she think she is? She fumed silently.

"Sweetheart, are you listening to me?" Alma asked.

"What? Oh, sorry love." Johnnie said. "My mind was on that bitch reporter. God how I hate her ass."

Alma placed her hand on a denim-clad thigh, rubbing it lightly. "I know you're not going to let a pesky reporter ruin your homecoming, are you?" Her hand moved ever so slowly, closer to Johnnie's nether region.

Johnnie's anger quickly dissipated, and her sex began to throb. Capturing Alma's roaming hand with her own, Johnnie softly warned her, "If you don't stop that roving hand of yours, you're gonna have to pull over."

Not wanting her plans to be ruined, she immediately placed said hand back on the steering wheel. Johnnie smirked at how quickly Alma composed herself. Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you when I get you home, dear heart?

Alma unlocked and opened the door, allowing Johnnie to enter first. As soon as she closed it, Johnnie was all over her; kissing her eyelids, nose, lips. Alma wrapped her arms around Johnnie's waist, pulling them into a closer embrace.

"I've missed you so much. Our home was so empty without you." She whispered, sorrow laden deeply in her voice. "Welcome home, beloved."

"It's good to be home, sweetheart." Johnnie told her, looking into Alma's tearful eyes. "I missed you, too." She leaned down to capture full lips. After tasting her, Johnnie lustfully whispered, "Come, take me to bed."



Once inside their bedroom, Alma slowly removed her blouse, revealing her firm, round breasts. Johnnie licked her lips and moved closer. Alma reached to unbutton Johnnie's shirt. When she finished, she slid it off Johnnie's shoulders. With the sunlight filtering in through the windows, she noticed the faint remainders of the paddle burns from the defibrillator, and she could see the bullet holes; the one in the middle of her chest that nearly pierced her heart, the one on her side that entered her lung, and the one that entered her liver. Tears spilled from her eyes as she touched each mark.

Johnnie cupped Alma's face in her hands. "Shh, don't cry baby. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." She soothed, embracing her. Johnnie resumed the kiss. Tongues battled for control as hands roamed over breasts, shoulders and backs. Moaning and heavy breathing echoed as they, due to the lack of oxygen, had to break their kiss.

Johnnie kissed Alma's forehead and whispered, "I've wanted this for so long; to have you here in our bed. I need this. I need you."

She let her hands glide down Alma's waist, where she was able to slide her skirt and panties off. Alma's hands frantically unbuttoned Johnnie's jeans. Johnnie guided them toward the bed. Alma reached down and pulled the covers back, revealing the rose petals she placed between the sheets. Smiling, Johnnie stepped back and removed her shoes and jeans. Alma smiled seductively as she slid between the sheets, beckoning her lover to follow. Johnnie didn't hesitate, as she climbed in bed next to her lover. She pulled Alma on top of her. Their lips met as if it were the very first time. Alma moved against her, bringing her intense longing to the surface. Johnnie flipped them over, putting Alma beneath her. Alma marveled at Johnnie's strength, as she didn't allow body contact to be broken.

Johnnie insinuated her thigh between Alma's. She began her slow writhe, driving Alma near to madness. Murmurs of love and heavy breathing were all that could be heard in the silent bedroom. She groaned against Alma's breasts, as she licked away the tiny droplets of perspiration. Alma dug into Johnnie's buttocks, urging her to move faster. Johnnie complied as her thrusts became faster and more urgent. Alma's nails scraped against Johnnie back as she bit down on her shoulder. Johnnie sucked harder on Alma's already tender nipples, moving from one to the other.

"Johnnie, more, I need you inside." Alma begged.

Johnnie entered her with three fingers, as Alma screamed. She stroked her, thrusts matching the ones she gave to Alma's thigh.

"Come with me, beloved." Alma rasped.

"Oh god, Yes!" Johnnie hissed.

They both went over, each calling the other's names. Johnnie collapsed on top of Alma's heaving body. After a short time of recovery, Johnnie stood on unsteady legs and walked over to the dresser. Alma, still weak, lifted her head to see where her lover went. She smiled when she saw Johnnie strapping it on.

Johnnie, strapped tightly, maneuvered herself back to the bed. She kneeled between Alma's thighs. She looked at the beautiful sight, leaned in to lick and suck it reverently. Alma's thighs shook from the wicked way Johnnie was using her tongue, flicking and sucking against an already engorged clit. Johnnie settled back on her knees, and gently rubbed the phallus along Alma's dripping cleft. She coated the head for easy entry, and also indulged in a little teasing.

"Please Johnnie, take me now." Alma beseeched, writhing beneath her lover.

In one swift motion, groaning as she suckled Alma's breast, she entered her. She held it inside, allowing Alma to enjoy the feel of her muscles as they contracted around the dildo they affectionately named 'Little J'. Johnnie began her ministrations, arching her back for deep penetration. Her thrusts were slow and winding. As their tongues entwined, Alma's moaning into her mouth made Johnnie's thrusts become more powerful. Not missing a stroke, Johnnie returned to her knees. She pulled Alma's knees up, spread her wide, and gazed at the phallus as it slid back and forth inside her.

Johnnie stroked Alma's calves, placing butterfly kisses on both of them. She then draped Alma's legs over her shoulder, and leaned forward for leverage. Alma was unaware of what Johnnie was doing; she just knew that it felt good. She had never been put in this position before, so she had no idea that she would be at Johnnie's mercy.

A feral grin formed on Johnnie's face. I hope you are ready for this, little one. She leaned forward a little more, locking Alma's knees into place.

"God, Johnnie, this is incredible. You make me wanna..." She panted between passion-filled breaths.

Johnnie intensified her thrusts. Alma was soaking wet, so the thrusts went deeper. She could hear Alma's state of arousal, as their bodies moved against each other.

The connection between the two of them made Johnnie think that she could feel Alma pulsing against the phallus. She drove harder and faster as they moaned in ecstasy, each one feeling the desire and passion of the other.

Alma felt a tightening in her lower region. "Oh baby, I'm ... coming."

Johnnie growled in response.

"Johnnie, release me. I can't take it." Alma begged.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Both her legs were strategically placed on Johnnie's shoulders. Her thrusts were jack hammer-like. They screamed as they reached climax and fell over the edge together. Johnnie released her, and then moved between Alma's thighs to taste her. Alma's hips continued to buckle, until she had to beg Johnnie to stop.

"Please, are you trying to get two months of lovemaking back in one morning?" Alma rasped, her voice hoarse from her screaming.

Johnnie chuckled. "No, my love." She moved to lie beside her. "We have the rest of our lives."

Alma snuggled closer. "I love you, Johnnie. With all my heart."

Johnnie grinned. "I love you too, sweetie."

They both drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 10

The phone rang, pulling Alma from a restful slumber. Johnnie did not stir, as half her body was sprawled across Alma's. Alma grunted as she reached for the phone. She caught it on the third ring.

"Hello?" She rasped.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty." Rosa told her in a singsong voice.

"Mami, what time is it?" She whispered. Johnnie began to stir, so Alma rubbed her head. Johnnie mumbled and settled back into sleep.

"It's almost one o'clock." Her mother told her.

Alma immediately sat up, causing Johnnie to wake up. "What?!" She exclaimed.

Johnnie's eyes opened wide and she sat up. "What's wrong, honey?"

Alma looked to her lover. She quickly recovered, not wanting to give away the surprise. "Nothing, querida. Mami just startled me, that's all."

Johnnie flopped back onto the bed.

"You better get her out of there, mija. Miguel and Javier will be there at 1:30 to set everything up. Javier has the key remember?" Rosa asked.

"Thanks Mami. I'm glad you called. I didn't want to sleep the day away. It's so nice outside, I'm hoping Johnnie will take me to the park." She said, more for Johnnie's benefit. Johnnie groaned. "Talk to you later. Bye."

Alma looked over to Johnnie. "Don't be like that, beloved. You've been cooped up for almost two months."

"Let's just stay inside for one more day." Johnnie said as she brushed her fingers against Alma's nipple.

Alma playfully slapped Johnnie's hand away and gave her a mock pout.

Surrendering, Johnnie sat up and scratched her head. "Okay woman. Let me get a shower, and then we go."

Alma giggled and gave her a grateful kiss.

As Johnnie showered, she heard her father's voice calling out to her. Make her yours, completely. It is time, daughter. Johnnie smiled. "Yes, Two Feathers. She will be mine, completely." She whispered softly to her father, whose presence she felt near.

Johnnie dressed as Alma showered. She planned on wearing shorts and a muscle t-shirt, but decided against it due to her weight loss. So instead she put on a pair of gray sweat pants and black t-shirt. While she was lacing up her black Nike's, Alma walked out of the bathroom, naked. Johnnie leered at her, feeling the all too familiar tightening in her lower anatomy. When Alma bent over to retrieve something from one of her dresser drawers, Johnnie groaned and collapsed back on the bed.

Whining, Johnnie asked, "You sure you want to go out? We could lounge around today." She fought to keep her libido in check.

Alma said nothing as she slipped on her underwear. She pulled on her gray t-shirt and black sweatpants. She sat next to a prone Johnnie as she put on her socks and gray New Balance running shoes. Alma then grasped Johnnie's hand, pulling her off the bed. "If we do what I want today, then we can do what you want tonight." She told her, wriggling her eyebrows.

"Anything?" Johnnie asked hopefully.

Alma walked closer to her lover and wrapped her arms around Johnnie's neck. She nibbled on Johnnie's earlobe, eliciting a groan from her.

"Anything you want" She seductively whispered.

Johnnie palmed Alma's buttocks, pulling her close. "You did say something about a red Teddy."

Alma traced Johnnie's ear with her tongue, causing her to shudder. "Garters and Stilettos included."

Johnnie's eyebrows met her bangs. "Come on, woman." She told her as she pulled her from their bedroom. "Fresh air and sunshine is good for my recovery. Like you said, I've been cooped up too long."

Alma managed to grab her purse and Johnnie grabbed her wallet and keys, before Johnnie propelled them through the door. Before getting into the car, Alma noticed Miguel's new silver truck parked up the street. She made sure Johnnie went in the opposite direction, in efforts to avoid Johnnie seeing them.

Johnnie drove slowly, getting acclimated with being in traffic. She purposely drove past the park.

"Uh, sweetheart, you're passing the entrance to the park." Alma told her.

Johnnie picked up Alma's hand and kissed it. "I know, baby. I just want to go to the mall and pick up the new Jill Scott CD. It won't take long."

Satisfied that Johnnie was going to unknowingly help take up a little more time, she quickly agreed. "Yes, I heard it was a nice CD."

Reaching Hanover Mall, it took a little while for Johnnie to find a parking space. She finally found one. As she parked, Alma began to unbuckle her seatbelt.

"No, baby. I'm just going to run in and pick up the CD. It'll only take a minute." Johnnie told her, putting her hand over Alma's to stop her.

Alma leaned back against the door, tilting her head sideways and giving Johnnie a mock pout. "You just don't want me to go in because you think I might do a little shopping."

"Exactly." Johnnie told her, as she kissed the tip of Alma's nose. "I'll be back in a jiff." She got out of the car and walked swiftly toward the mall entrance.

Johnnie's first stop was Starship Music, where she quickly purchased the CD. She then made her way to Zales Jewelers. She and Alma had been in the store before, so she had an idea of what ring to buy for her. Johnnie noticed the sales clerk giving her a suspicious look. Every counter she moved to, she noticed that the older clerk followed her.

This is fucking ridiculous. This bitch thinks I'm going to boost something. Johnnie thought to herself. She moved to the platinum wedding sets.

"May I help you?" The clerk asked in a snobbish tone.

"Yes, you may." Johnnie told her. "I'd like to see a diamond."

The clerk unlocked the case, and moved toward a small diamond. Johnnie chuckled menacingly, looking at the ring, which looked like it had a speck of a diamond in the setting.

"I said a diamond, not diamond dust, lady." Johnnie growled. "I want to see that one." She pointed at the half-carat solitaire with matching bands.

The woman looked at Johnnie in disbelief. "You can't be serious?"

"As a heart attack and twice as deadly." Johnnie venomously hissed. "I don't have all day, lady. Just get the damned set out so I can buy it."

"We don't have layaway here ma'am." The clerk snidely told her.

"What did you just say to me?" Johnnie demanded. "No, scratch that." Johnnie looked around until she found another clerk. "Excuse me sir, do you think you can help me?"

The young male clerk smiled and walked over to them. "How can I help you today, ma'am?"

Johnnie smiled. She knew they worked on commission, and the older clerk would be kicking herself later. "The set this person has in her hands," She pointed to the expensive set, "I need the engagement ring and smaller band in a size six and the larger band in a size ten, please."

The clerk looked at the set, then the price and swallowed audibly. "Yes ma'am, right away." He headed toward the back of the store.

"Could you ask the manager to come out please?" Johnnie asked him. He nodded his head in compliance.

The older clerk grumbled, and walked away to attend to another customer. Johnnie walked over to the register and waited. The clerk, followed by the manager, came from the back. The clerk showed Johnnie the rings, already in a ring box. She looked at them, and then nodded her approval.

"I'm Mr. Waxman. How may I help you?" He asked as the clerk rang up the purchase.

"From the moment I came into this store, I was followed like a criminal by that woman." She said, pointing at the clerk, as she tried to control her anger. "I don't like being profiled."

"Ma'am, I can assure you that it will never happen again. It is not our policy to 'profile' our customers." He apologetically told her.

"Not a problem, because this will be my final purchase in your store." She announced.

"That will be forty seven hundred dollars and twenty-seven cents." The clerk told her, grinning like a fool over the almost five hundred dollar commission he just made. "Will you be charging this?"

"Yes." She told him. Reaching in her pocket, she pulled out her wallet. She put her Discover platinum card on the counter. "And here's my two forms of ID." She added, showing them her driver's license, and her gold shield.

The manager and clerk looked at each other, then to her. "You... you're that cop that got shot a couple of months back." The clerk said.

The manager looked at her in awe. "Detective Green, I sincerely apologize for your treatment here today." The manager flustered as he realized who she was. Glaring at the older clerk, he continued: "I assure you that it won't happen again."

Johnnie looked at him. "Not a problem. Like I said before, I won't be doing business with you or your company anymore." She took the package from the clerk, and retrieved her card and ID. "You have a nice day." Stopping where the older clerk was standing with another customer, she whispered, "Not all of us are thieves, like all of you aren't card carrying members of the Klan." She turned and left the store.

"Mrs. Cobb, I'd like to see you in my office. NOW." The manager ordered.

The clerk, feeling two inches tall, lowered her gaze to the floor and obediently followed the manager.



Johnnie fumed as she walked through the mall. Then she remembered the love of her life was waiting in the car. A smile quickly returned to her face. She patted her pocket knowing that their lives for taking a turn for the better.

Alma sat in the car listening to the radio, when she saw Johnnie walking briskly toward her. She smiled at her tall lover's gait. I'm glad I'm not trying to keep up with her. Johnnie stopped and leaned into Alma's open window, and gave her a soft, lingering kiss.

"What is this?!" She asked in a mocking tone. "You were in that mall for almost thirty minutes and you're not stomping and swearing? Tell me that you are going to start to enjoy shopping, and we can spend all day doing it."

The smile on Johnnie's face quickly faded. Alma fell into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. "Oh come on, my big bad butch. Let's go to the park." Alma told her.

Johnnie's smile returned. She thinks I'm butch. I'm tough, a hard ass. Yeah! She thought to herself as she mentally pumped her fist through the air.

As they drove to the park, they listened to the CD Johnnie purchased, commenting on how well Jill Scott sang. Alma had her hand on Johnnie's thigh. She began to stroke it, and moved her hand up her thigh, nearly reaching the pocket that held their future. Johnnie quickly grabbed Alma's hand, kissed it, and held it within her hand.

They strolled around the park hand in hand, noticing the mothers watching their young children at play. As they walked, a raven-haired boy ran up to them and stopped in front of Alma.

Alma bent over, placing her hands on her knees. "What's wrong little boy, are you lost?" She softly asked, looking into his clear blue eyes.

He smiled shyly at her, then handed her a wildflower. She smiled at him and accepted his lovely token. "Thank you, kind sir." She then ran her fingers through his dark locks. He gave her a snaggled tooth grin and ran over to his mother. The blonde woman picked him up and gave him a kiss. Johnnie thought maybe she and Alma would bring their kids to this same park. She smiled broadly and kissed Alma on her cheek. They watched as a tall brunette walked over to the pair. She lifted the small boy onto her shoulders and took the blonde woman by the hand, and led them toward the park entrance. Alma sighed and a hint of sadness crossed her face. Johnnie noticed and mentally kicked herself for not putting her plan into motion sooner.

Johnnie led Alma over to the large oak tree that was in the middle of the park. She sat down, pulling Alma down beside her. "Alma, I'm sorry, baby."

Alma looked at her. Her brows knitted together in confusion. "Why, querida?"

Johnnie reached inside her pocket and pulled out the small box. "For making you wait so long before I did this." She held the box up for Alma to take.

Alma froze. Oh my, she's finally going to ask me to marry her. Her hands trembled as she took the box from her lover. Tears quickly formed and spilled from her eyes. She just stared at the box.

Johnnie reached over and wiped the tears from Alma's face. "I want to share the rest of my life with you." She softly told her. "I love you more than anyone in this world. I want your face to be the first thing I see each morning and the last thing I see at night. I want to have babies with you. I want to grow old with you." She took a deep breath as Alma opened the box. "Alma, will you marry me?"

Alma's voice was caught in her throat, her words nearly strangling her. She looked at the diamond engagement ring, and the matching wedding bands. She looked up at Johnnie, then back to the rings. Her mouth tried to form words, but her voice wouldn't cooperate.

She doesn't like them. No, it's not that. She doesn't want to marry me. Johnnie's heart sank. She swallowed hard. "Alma, say something. Please, baby, anything."

Alma struggled to get her voice to work. "I...I can't..." She croaked, shaking her head.

Tears formed in Johnnie's eyes. You fucking blew it, asshole. How long did you think she would wait for your ass?

Alma looked at Johnnie, and could see the disappointment in her eyes. She finally got her voice back. "I can't believe it. Of course I'll marry you, Johnnie. I love you." She said as she cupped her lover's face.

"I was stupid for waiting so long. When we came so close to... I knew I had to get my priorities in order." Johnnie told her. She took the box from Alma's hands and took out the diamond ring. She reached for Alma's left hand and carefully placed the ring on her finger. "You're mine, completely."

Alma leaned in to kiss her. She pushed Johnnie onto her back and straddled her. "I've always been yours. We're just letting the world know that we belong to each other."

Kissing her once more, Johnnie whispered, "Let's take this home."



Johnnie put the key in the lock and opened the door.

"Surprise!" Everyone yelled.

Johnnie, as a reflex, reached for her gun. Fortunately she wasn't wearing it. Getting over the shock, she smiled broadly at her guests. She turned and pointed accusingly at Alma. "You set me up good, honey." She pulled her close. "Paybacks are a bitch. You just remember that."

"I will." She told her. "Welcome home, my love."

Johnnie was overwhelmed by hugs and kisses from their friends and family. Everyone that is, except Guillermo. He stood near the kitchen, brooding.

Miguel put on a hot musical mix. He played some Latin, old school and a little hip-hop. As Johnnie and Alma danced, they were oblivious to the tempo. They held each other and slowly swayed, molding their bodies together perfectly.

Javier walked over to Guillermo. "Come on little brother, join in the celebration."

Guillermo stared at his brother in disbelief. "Why should we be celebrating? Alma is living in sin with that puta, and you say let's celebrate." He scoffed. "It's too bad the killer missed the target. Maybe Alma would come to her senses."

"Are you loco? If Alma hears you talking like that she'll never forgive you." He warned.

"Look at that display. It's disgusting. Alma is a whore, a slut. I spit on her and her bitch." He loudly said.

Javier grabbed him by his arm and shoved him into the kitchen. He then shoved Guillermo against the refrigerator. "Don't you ever say anything bad about Alma. Do you hear me?" He growled. "You'd better get the hell out of here before I kick your ass."

Guillermo pushed him away. "Fuck you and your whore sister." He quickly ran out the back door.

Pizo was standing in a corner and witnessed the whole scene. Javier noticed him and walked over to him.

"Why does he hate Johnnie?" Pizo asked. "What did she ever do to him?"

Javier let out an exasperated breath. "He thinks she's the reason Alma is a lesbian." He paused. "Gui is loco."

"Does everyone in your family feel the same way he does?" Pizo inquired.

"No. It's just him." Javier paused. "It was strange at first, but we have come to accept it."

Pizo shook his head. "I don't think he should keep fucking with Johnnie. She's right on the edge. She might hurt him."

Javier became alarmed. "Johnnie's not dangerous is she? She won't hurt Alma?"

"Oh no." Pizo assured him. "But she'll hurt anyone who messes with Alma, though. That I can guarantee."



Rosa, Myra, Diana and Alma set up the buffet in the dining room and called everyone to eat. While the mob rushed for the food, Johnnie pulled Rosa off to the side.

"Rosa, I need to talk to you." Johnnie said.

Rosa became concerned. "Sure Johnnie. What is it, you not feeling well?" She asked, reaching up to feel Johnnie's forehead.

Johnnie chuckled. "No, that's not it." Johnnie cleared her throat, and then began to stammer. "Uh, Rosa...I ... I um..."

Rosa was amused by the way the normally stoic woman stood in front of her, fidgeting like a child. "Spit it out, Johnnie."

Johnnie took a deep, calming breath. "You know I love Alma. I would give my right arm for her."

"I know, Johnnie. Sometimes I think you spoil her too much." She chuckled.

"I want to marry Alma and I want your blessing." Johnnie told her in one breath.

Rosa, who was shocked, paused thoughtfully. This goes against everything I was taught, and everything I taught my children. She looked into Johnnie's eyes and could see that she loved her only daughter with all her heart. "Si, Johnnie. You have my blessing."

Johnnie lifted Rosa, twirled her around and kissed her on her cheek.

"Put me down." Rosa cried out, laughing at Johnnie's antics. "Go and claim your woman."

The other guests noticed the commotion. They saw Johnnie put down Rosa, and watched her run over to Alma. She whispered into Alma's ear, then picked her up and twirled her as she did Rosa.

News of the upcoming nuptials spread among the guests like wildfire, turning the party from a welcome home to an engagement party.

Javier hugged his little sister. "Congratulations." He paused, looking into his baby sister's eyes. "Regrettably I have to go now, pepita. I have an early flight tomorrow, and I haven't had time to pack." He shook Johnnie hand. "Welcome to the family, Johnnie. I'll see you guys when I get back." He kissed his mother, who handed him a plate of food that she prepared for him.

The party went on full tilt. They ate, drank and celebrated in the happy news. Rosa took notice of the time, and recruited some of the guests for a clean up detail. Some of Johnnie's colleagues helped Miguel pack up his equipment, while others prepared doggie bags for people to take. The clean up took no time.

Annie, Myra Pizo and Diana remained after everyone else left. They spent time going over wedding plans and bachelorette parties. Then Pizo's cell phone rang.

"Petrillo." He answered briskly.

Johnnie sat on the edge of her seat, waiting to find out what was going on. Alma hoped it had nothing to do with the case.

Pizo's eyebrows furrowed as he listened. "I'll be right there." He looked at Johnnie. "They found another one."

"Where?" Johnnie asked.

Pizo was hesitant about telling her, but he knew he had to. "In the alley where you were shot, J." He stood up. "Annie, could you guys drop Diana by her place when you finish here?"

"Sure, Pizo. Not a problem." Annie told him.

Johnnie looked at Alma, her eyes pleading. Alma stood and walked to the closet in the foyer. She pulled Johnnie's bulletproof vest from the top shelf and walked back over to her, placing it in her hands.

"Put this on, Johnnie. Please be careful." Alma softly told her.

Johnnie kissed her, then put the vest on. Alma was trembling with fear. Johnnie, feeling Alma's nervous vibe, pulled her into a reassuring embrace. "I promised you, anything I have to do to come back home to you, I'll do. I love you."

Alma nodded. "I love you, too."

Johnnie walked toward the door. Pizo walked over to Alma.

"I'll take care of her, Alma." He whispered.

Alma, with her eyes full of tears, looked up at him. "Thank you." She walked them to the door. After closing the door behind them, she leaned against it and sobbed.

Chapter 11

Pizo drove slowly up the street, and parked directly across from the alley that Johnnie had been shot in a couple of months earlier.

"J, you stay here. I'll be back as soon as I can." Pizo told her.

"Fuck that, Pizo." Johnnie shouted. "I'm wearing my vest. You think I just came along for the ride?" She demanded as she got out of the car, slamming the door behind her.

"Hard ass." He mumbled as he got out of the car. "Alma is gonna kill me if anything happens to you." Pizo told her.

"Look around you." She told him as her hand swept from where they were to the alley. "Do you think that the killer is still here with all these cops wandering around? Stop being a mother hen and come and let's do this."

They quickly walked toward the alley. Johnnie made it as far as the entrance before she stopped. A memory flashed before her eyes.



Johnnie made her way closer to the dumpster with her gun drawn. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. She heard a noise and then saw the flash of gunfire. Her body was thrust backwards by three bullets. She looked at her chest, then to the back of the fleeing woman. As she fell to the ground, she could feel heartbeat slow down and could feel the blood pouring from her chest. Alma was her last thought before she was shrouded by blackness.



Her hand, which was shaking, instantaneously went between her breasts. She was sweating profusely and her heart thundered in her chest. Pizo's yelling pulled her back to the present.

"Come on, J." He shouted, waving her to the back of the alley.

She shook off the memory, and walked quickly to where he and the uniformed officers were.

Pizo looked at his partner. In all their years together, he had never seen a hint of fear on her face. That is, until at that moment. He walked over to her. "You ok, J?" He asked as he put his hand on her shoulder. "You don't look so good."

"Yeah, I'm fine." She lied, giving him a half-hearted smile. "Just out of shape I guess." I hope he bought it.

Bullshit J, and you fucking know it. You can pull that shit with Alma, but not me. He thought. Not wanting to antagonize her, he acted like he accepted her explanation.

The body they discovered had been recently killed. No rigor had set in yet. She was a Hispanic female in her early twenties, and had been beaten and raped in the same manner as the other three victims.

Johnnie asked for, and was given a flashlight by one of the uniformed officers. She looked around the body. "Pizo, do you see what I see?"

"Yeah, the lack of blood around the vic." He told her. "She wasn't murdered here."

"Yep." She sighed. "A calling card. For me."

Before Pizo could respond, he heard his name being yelled from the entrance of the alley. He and Johnnie recognized the voice. They heard his footsteps stalking into the alley.

"Green," the captain yelled, "What in the fuck are you doing here? You have not been cleared to return to duty." Before she could respond, Captain Hill turned toward Pizo. "Petrillo, have you lost your fucking mind? What in the hell were you thinking?"

"It's not his fault, sir." Johnnie told him. "I made him bring me."

He stepped directly in her space and glared down at her. "You put a gun to his head, Green?"

Looking apologetically at Pizo, she turned her gaze to the captain. "No sir, I didn't."

"Then it is his fault." He yelled. "Get out of my sight, Green. I don't want to see your face until you are cleared to return to duty. Are we clear?"

"Crystal, sir." She dejectedly told him.

"Take her home, Petrillo. I want you in my office tomorrow as soon as you sign in." He yelled and then winked at him.

"Come on, J." Pizo said.

They were at the alley's entrance before Johnnie spoke.

"Sorry, Pizo. I didn't mean to get you into trouble with the Cap." She softly said.

"He's not pissed, J." He told her. "That was for the benefit of the uniforms. Gotta keep up appearances. He was the one who called me. He knew I couldn't keep you away."

"Well, he is full of surprises." She chuckled.



When they returned to Johnnie's house, they noticed that Annie's car was still there.

"Guess they wanted to know what happened." Pizo said as they walked past the car.

"Probably didn't want to leave Alma alone. They knew she'd be on edge until I got back." Johnnie told him.

Alma was waiting at the door. When they came in, she fiercely hugged Johnnie.

"Baby, are you ok?" She asked, as she looked Johnnie over.

Johnnie cupped Alma's face and kissed her. "I'm fine, baby. I told you I would be."

Diana whispered her concern and relief to Pizo as she held him. He actually blushed.

"Johnnie," Annie interrupted, "You had a couple of calls while you were out. Some woman, she didn't leave a name."

"A woman called here?" Johnnie asked, quickly looking at Pizo.

The phone rang, causing Johnnie to jump. She walked over and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Johnnie?" A light, soft woman's voice asked.

"Yeah, this is Johnnie." She said.

"How did you like the gift I left for you?" She asked.

Johnnie looked at Pizo, gesturing that it was the killer on the phone. He went into the kitchen and picked up the extension.

"Not a very nice gift." She told her, her voice full of tension. "Why are you doing this?"

"I hate you lesbians. I hate how you are all creeping into society, infecting decent people with your beliefs and lifestyles. It's disgusting." She spat. "You've even crept onto the police force.

"Well if you have a problem with me, then you should take it up with me. Stop killing innocents." Johnnie angrily yelled.

"Innocents?" The woman spat. "Dyke whores roaming the streets in front of our children, setting bad examples."

Johnnie was furious. "What kind of example are you setting, huh?" She angrily demanded. "Murder is a crime, in case you've forgotten."

The woman laughed menacingly. "But it's not a crime against nature, like you lesbians are committing. I will settle this with you, dyke. But before I do, I have more souls to purge. You are going to be very busy."

"Fuck you, you crazy bitch. We'll find you and put an end to all this." Johnnie screamed. The line went dead. Johnnie was livid. "Damn it." She yelled as she slammed the phone back into its cradle. "Did you hear that shit, Pizo? Fuck!"

Pizo walked back into the living room. "Yeah J, I heard. She's got a woody for just lesbians, not all homosexuals." He paused. "It's weird."

Alma walked over to Johnnie. Seeing the state she was in, she placed a calming hand on her arm. "What did she say, honey?"

Johnnie rubbed her hands over her face, trying to settle down. "She's making it personal." She paused as she realized what could happen. "If she has my number, then she knows where I live. Shit, shit, shit!" She yelled. In a panic she ran toward the kitchen, then down into the basement.

"Where is she going?" Myra asked.

"She's getting the sisters." Pizo told her.

"What? What sisters? What are you talking about, Pizo?" Alma nervously asked.

All eyes were on Johnnie when she came back into the living room. She was carrying a large black case. She sat it on the stereo speaker and fingered the combination locks. She opened the case and whispered, "Hello girls, long time."

Alma looked into Johnnie's eyes and it frightened her. She had never seen the fury that those once gentle dark brown eyes held. It was if she had been pushed over the edge, almost as if she was crazed. I have to get her back. If I don't I'll lose her. She walked over to Johnnie, and then looked into the case. She gasped at what she saw.

"Johnnie?" Alma whispered as she placed her hand tentatively on Johnnie's back, "What are you going to do with those?"

Johnnie silently ran her fingers across them. Five highly polished .357 Magnums in the velvet lined case. A smaller case held the gold tipped bullets. "The sisters are going to be staying up here for a while, baby." She finally answered.

"One gun in the house is enough, querida. You don't need these." She told her. "I don't want all these guns lying around the house."

Johnnie turned to her. "Alma, I can't be here all the time. If she's not caught before I return to duty, you'll be here all alone. I can't take the chance of you being here unprotected."

Alma began her protest. "Johnnie I don't want..."

Johnnie placed her finger on Alma's lips. "Honey, I need for you to do this. I won't be able to do my job, knowing that crazy woman is still out there. She knows where we live." She told her, her voice pleading. "Your safety is paramount to me. I love you, Alma." She embraced her. "I can't take a chance on losing you."

"She's right, Alma." Pizo added. "The killer knows where you guys live. I'm sure she knows about you, too."

The realization that Alma could become a target enraged Johnnie. Alma could feel it, so she tightened her embrace. "Alright, Johnnie." Alma relented.

"Thank you." Johnnie whispered into Alma's ear. Pulling back, she looked at her. "Tomorrow, we go to the shooting range. You need to learn how to handle them."



After lying down with Alma until she fell asleep, Johnnie paced the house all night. She roamed from room to room, from window to window. She was on full alert mode, knowing that Alma could be in danger. She had suggested that Alma go and stay with her mother and brothers until this was over. Alma refused.

When daylight approached, Johnnie slid into bed, spooning herself behind Alma. She reveled in the joy of holding her soon to be wife.

"My hot blooded, high tempered little Mexican." Johnnie whispered. "What am I going to do with you, huh?" She asked as she stroked Alma's hair.

"You're going to love me until your dying day." Alma groggily replied. She turned over, snuggling into Johnnie embrace. "You haven't been to sleep, my love?"

"I'm in bed with you, aren't I?" Johnnie sarcastically asked.

"Don't answer my question with a question." She paused. "I know you were up all night. You were pacing through the house."

Johnnie sighed. "I couldn't sleep. I felt the need to keep watch, to protect my bride to be."

Alma looked into Johnnie's tired eyes. "It's early yet. Why don't you get a little sleep before we go to that place?"

"It's called a shooting range, baby." Johnnie told her. "I know you don't want to, but I need for you to do this. I want you to be able to defend yourself if I'm not here to do it."

"But, hon..." Alma began her protest.

Johnnie kissed her soundly on the lips, cutting her off. Feeling the need to breathe, she finally broke the kiss. "No buts. If you aren't going to go stay with your family, you're going to have to know how to handle a gun." She breathlessly told her.

"I want you to sleep for a while, ok?" Alma asked.

"Alright. Wake me in a little while." She told her, snuggling her body against Alma's.



When they arrived at the police department shooting range, Johnnie got both of them some protective gear; ear protection and safety goggles. She led them to a booth and took one of the guns that she brought with them. Johnnie gave the gun that she affectionately called 'Maxine' to Alma, allowing her to get used to the weight of it. Alma was reluctant, but did the best she could to get comfortable with it.

Johnnie could feel the tension in her lover. From behind Alma, she wrapped her arms around her waist. "I know this is hard for you. Thank you for doing this." She whispered into Alma's ear.

Alma leaned into the embrace. "I realize how important this is to you. I know that you won't be able to do your job if you're worried about me."

Johnnie kissed her on her neck, and began the lesson. She explained how to take the safety off, load and properly hold the gun. She told Alma to squeeze and not pull the trigger.

"Now," Johnnie said, standing very close to Alma's back, "Hold the gun like this." She placed the gun in Alma's hand, and then closed her hand around it. Alma's hand was trembling. Johnnie lifted Alma's ear protection slightly. "Relax, baby. Maxine is your friend. Now squeeze."

Alma closed her eyes and turned her head.

Johnnie chuckled. "Honey, you have to keep your eyes open. You won't be able to see the target if you don't."

Alma looked back at the target. Keeping her eyes open, she was able to squeeze the trigger. The shot, which sounded like an explosion to Alma, made her jump into Johnnie's arms. Johnnie held her as she cried. She removed their ear protection.

She can't do this. Alma hates guns and you're forcing her to learn how to use one. Maybe you should lighten up, get her a bat, or better yet some mace. Johnnie's inner voice told her.

Alma's inner voice was speaking to her as well. If you can't protect yourself, Johnnie will be worried about you. She won't be able to keep her mind on her job, and that will put her in danger. You have to do this.

"Johnnie?"

"Alma?" Johnnie responded, but sensing Alma's hesitation, said calmly: "Go ahead honey. What is it?"

"Can we start again?" She told her. Johnnie beamed.

Alma finally got used to the weight of the gun. She learned how to fire it, and was able hit the target in areas that would incapacitate an assailant. Johnnie was satisfied.

While they were riding home, Alma asked Johnnie why she named the guns.

"I named the guns after the women on my mother's side of the family. This one's Maxine, named after my mother. The others are named after her sisters; Beatrice, Bertha, Mary and Flora. They always stuck together, and when one got into trouble the others backed her up." Johnnie paused. "They were really close."

Alma listened and hoped that she would continue. A pained expression fell into place over Johnnie's face. Alma didn't press the issue.

"That's so sweet." Alma softly said. "Are we going back to the shooting range?"

Johnnie relaxed a little. "Uh, yeah, I thought we could go back after you get off work Monday." She paused. "If that's okay with you?"

Alma smiled. "That will be fine, baby." She took Johnnie's large hand into her own and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Johnnie?"

"Yeah, baby."

"Can you drive a little faster? I'm ready to get home." Alma told her as she kissed Johnnie's knuckles.

Johnnie looked at her and saw the desire that Alma's eyes held. She smiled, and retrieved her blue light from the glove box. They made it home in record time.



"J, we just got a call. They've found another body." Pizo yelled from across the squad room.

Johnnie shook her head in despair. Will we ever catch this bitch? She asked herself as grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair.

"Pizo, speed the fuck up. We have evidence to gather." Johnnie growled. "I could get out and walk faster than you're driving."

"I have the goddamned pedal to the floor, J." He told her. "Calm down. We're almost there."

They pulled up to the beach. Pizo got out first, and ran toward the other officers. Johnnie was a little slower; she was still a little out of shape. Pizo pulled back the tarp that the body was covered with, and immediately put it back into place.

Johnnie finally reached the crime scene. "What do we have, Pizo?" Johnnie asked, nearly out of breath. She looked at him curiously when he didn't answer. "Did you hear me, detective?"

Pizo was white as a sheet. "Uh, Johnnie, I don't think you should see this." He told her, pushing her back from the body.

"Get the fuck outta here, Pizo. I'm a cop. I've seen a corpse before." She angrily told him as she pushed past him.

Pizo reached out for her but missed. "Don't...."

Johnnie lifted the tarp. Her world came to an abrupt end when she saw the bruised and battered face of...



"Alma! Oh God No!" Johnnie screamed, as she sat up and clutched her chest.

Alma instantaneously sat up beside her. "Honey what is it?" She asked as she placed her hand on Johnnie's arm.

Johnnie sat there as if she were in shock. Her body trembled as sweat poured from her in rivulets. Her heart was pounding and tears were flowing freely from her eyes.

Alma shifted so that she was kneeling in front of Johnnie. She cupped her hands around Johnnie's face. "Querida? Look at me." She softly whispered.

Johnnie's eyes were glazed and unfocused. She couldn't respond.

"Johnnie!" Alma shouted. "You're scaring me. Come back to me, love."

Johnnie zeroed in on Alma's voice. She's frightened. Johnnie focused on the figure sitting in front of her. She shook off the disoriented feeling and realized that it was Alma. She pulled Alma into her, holding on to her for dear life.

"Johnnie, what's going on?" Alma asked frantically.

Johnnie didn't respond. She just held on to her and cried. Alma tried to calm her lover as best she could. She stroked her hair and back, and whispered soothing words into her ear. She finally convinced Johnnie to lie back down. Alma cuddled beside her and began to sing a Spanish love song. Johnnie calmed down considerably.

"You want to talk about it?" Alma sympathetically asked.

Johnnie sighed. Her worst fears had been realized in her dream. The murderer had gotten to Alma. What if that bitch comes after Alma? She asked herself. What will I do? How can I protect her?

Alma traced lazy circles on Johnnie's stomach. "Honey, did you hear me?"

"Uh, yeah. I heard you. Sorry." Johnnie paused. "Can we talk about it later, please?"

Oh God, she's going to shut me out. Pizo warned me about this. He called it posttraumatic something. Alma thought to herself. "Ok, love."



Sunlight peaked through the blinds, causing Johnnie to stir. She reached over for Alma, but was greeted by cold sheets. She sat up and listened for the shower. She heard nothing. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

"Alma?" Johnnie called out. No response. She walked out of the bedroom toward the kitchen. She called Alma once again, getting no response. Johnnie began to panic. She ran into the kitchen, finding it empty. She picked up the phone and started dialing Pizo's number, when she heard the front door open. Johnnie strode purposefully into the living room and saw Alma with shopping bags.

"Good morning, honey." Alma told her.

Johnnie's panic turned to relief then anger. "Where in the hell have you been?" She yelled.

That dream obviously frightened her more than she's letting on. Tread lightly, girl. "I did a little grocery shopping, beloved. It's Sunday morning, the best time to go." She said.

Johnnie snapped. "There's a fucking killer out there Alma. She's targeting lesbians, or have you forgotten?"

She's pissed. Don't add to it, girl. Keep calm. She told herself. Fuck that! She's not going to talk to me like I'm a child. "Don't yell at me, Johnnie." She hissed as she walked to the kitchen to put away the groceries.

I know she did not just walk away from me. "Alma? Don't you dare walk away from me." She yelled as she followed Alma into the kitchen.

Alma was putting away the groceries. She could feel her anger rising. Slamming the cabinet door, she turned to face Johnnie. "Just who do you think you are talking to? I'm not one of your cop buddies and I'm not a child. I'm your lover and soon to be wife." She paused, trying desperately to regain her composure. "You know I always do the shopping on Sunday mornings. Why are you so angry?"

Johnnie glared at her. Why am I so angry? Because there's a psychopath out there that's a threat to me and mine. She thought. You shouldn't take it out on her, idiot. She just doesn't realize the danger she could be in. Talk to her. She took as deep cleansing breath. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry I yelled at you. I... I was just scared when I woke up and you were gone. I thought that..."

Realizing that her lover was not just bitching at her but actually afraid, Alma rushed to her side. "I'm sorry. I didn't think." She whispered as she embraced her. "Te amo, mi amor, mi vida."

"I know." Johnnie softly told her. Pulling back from the embrace, She whispered in a childlike voice, "I'd like to tell you about my nightmare, now."

"Of course, sweetie. Come with me into the living room." She said as she took her hand.



You can be so thoughtless. No wonder she was so upset. Alma thought to herself as she held Johnnie's shaking body. "Johnnie? Baby have you considered talking to someone about this?"

After a few moments, Johnnie sat up. "I have to go to my evaluation with the department psychologist. That starts tomorrow." She told her. Allowing a heavy sigh escape her lips, she leaned her head back on the sofa. "I'll talk to her about the nightmare."

"Good." Alma said as she caressed Johnnie hand. She looked at her lover. Johnnie didn't sleep at all the night the body was discovered, and only slept for a couple of hours the night before. "I'm going to get breakfast started. I want you to take a shower, put on your favorite boxers and t-shirt. After we eat, I want us to cuddle up on our bed and watch movies." She said as she pulled Johnnie to her feet.

"Can I pick the flick?" Johnnie asked, looking down at her lover.

"No shoot 'em ups." Alma told her as she kissed the tip of Johnnie's nose. "Why don't we watch the movie that you love to watch when I'm not here?"

Arching an eyebrow, Johnnie asked, "What movie is that?"

Alma chuckled. "Shrek."

"I do not watch that kiddie movie. You bought that for your nieces and nephews." Johnnie argued.

"Then why is it in our bedroom and not in the den where it belongs?" Alma asked, trying to control her laughter.

"I... well… I...." Johnnie stammered. "Aw, fuck it. I'm gonna take that shower." She walked toward their bedroom.

Alma giggled. "You do that."

"Fink." Johnnie called over her shoulder.

"Brat." Alma shouted back.

Chapter 12

Johnnie was getting dressed while Alma was taking her shower. She decided to wear a pair of faded Levi's, a white t-shirt and her Homestead Grays baseball jersey. When Alma finally came out of the bathroom, Johnnie was sitting on the side of the bed lacing up her Nike's.

She's layering her clothes. Alma noticed. "I'll be ready in a minute." She paused. "What are you going to do today?"

"I have a nine thirty appointment with the department shrink. Then I'm going to get a security system installed." Johnnie told her. She stood up and walked over to the closet. "Alma I want you to carry some protection."

Alma protested. "I don't want to carry one of your hand cannons with me to work, Johnnie."

Johnnie lifted her hand for Alma to be quiet. "I know that." She told her as she moved closer. "This is pepper spray. Not that watered down stuff, but the real deal."

Alma took it warily. "Alright. I'll keep it in my purse."

"Good." Johnnie purred, wrapping her arms around Alma's waist. "I want to protect my investment." She told her as she cupped her buttocks, pulling her closer.

"That's so sweet." Alma told her as she looked into the older woman's eyes.

"Yep. That ring cost a small fortune." Johnnie jokingly said.

Alma's loving gaze quickly turned into a soul-damning glare. She removed Johnnie's hands from her behind and said, "You're cut off."

Johnnie's jaw dropped. "Honey, I was only..."

Alma's hand went up. "Ack!" She shouted. "You get nothing. Zip. Nada." Then she started mumbling in Spanish. She wasn't really upset with Johnnie, but she wasn't going to let her off the hook, either.

Alma resumed getting dressed. She intentionally put on some of her more sexy lingerie, driving Johnnie to distraction. She smiled as she put on the gray blouse that slightly revealed her ample bosom.

Johnnie sat back and admired her shapely hips as Alma slid into a black skirt. The hem stopped just above the knee. She watched as Alma walked over to her dresser. Oh no, she's gonna wear perfume instead of cologne. Johnnie thought. Alma's body chemistry turned her signature scent of Opium into something even more exotic. It was an aphrodisiac to Johnnie.

Toy with my feelings, will you? Let's see how together you are when you get a good whiff of this perfume. Alma thought to herself. "Oh honey?" She asked sweetly, "Can you help me with my necklace?" She turned to Johnnie with a look of complete innocence on her face, as she held the herringbone chain between her fingers.

Johnnie swallowed hard and walked over to Alma, taking the chain from her. She caught the scent of Alma's perfume and it made her hands tremble. Johnnie allowed the necklace to dip between Alma's breasts. What I'd give to be this fucking necklace. She thought to herself.

Alma lifted her hair from her collar, in hopes of fanning more of her scent into Johnnie's already flaring nostrils. That will teach you. She thought smugly to herself.

Johnnie groaned and her hands trembled as she tried to fasten the clasp.

"Is something wrong?" Alma asked innocently.

"Uh, no. Just having a little trouble with the clasp." Johnnie told her. Woman, what you do to me should be considered a felony. "There you go, love. All set." She rasped, as she desperately wanted to kiss Alma's neck.

Alma casually walked away from her, adding a little more sway in her hips. Picking up her jacket, she asked a noticeably aroused Johnnie, "Are you still driving me to work?"

In an attempt to restrain her libido, Johnnie tried to clear the lecherous thoughts from her mind. Clouds, cotton candy, rainbows. "Yeah, c'mon or you'll be late." She told her. Motorcycles, racecars, half naked women lying on the hood of racecars. "Shit!" Johnnie cursed.

"Did you say something, beloved?" Alma taunted.

"No, I was just noticing the time. Let's go." Johnnie grumpily replied. Alma smirked.



Johnnie arrived at Dr. Kohli's office a few minutes early. While she waited, she noticed the receptionist staring at her. When the receptionist noticed that she had been caught, she smiled seductively at Johnnie and winked.

Well, it's nice to know that I still have it. Johnnie thought to herself. She smiled back at the young woman. The young brunette woman nearly slid from her chair. Johnnie smirked. She knew the effect her 'million dollar smile', a term Pizo coined, had on women.

Dr. Kohli buzzed the receptionist, telling her that she could send Johnnie in.

"Detective Green," The brunette called, "The doctor will see you now." She was smiling for all she was worth.

"Thanks." Johnnie told her, causing the woman to blush.

Dr. Kohli was a small Pakistani woman. If she was lucky, she was five feet tall. Her appearance belied her age; she looked as if she was in her mid- thirties but she was actually in her early fifties. Her dark hair was worn loosely around her shoulder.

"Good morning Detective Green. Please have a seat." She smiled; her melodious voice was thick with an accent.

Johnnie was a little reluctant to talk to the doctor. She was afraid if she said something wrong, it would keep her from returning to duty.

"Is there a problem, detective?" The doctor asked.

"No, no problem." Johnnie told her. "Just a little nervous."

Dr. Kohli sat behind her desk, and motioned for Johnnie to take the seat across from her. "No need to be nervous. Relax, and tell me a little about yourself.

"What do you want to know?" Johnnie curiously asked.

"Just start talking, Johnnie. Whatever is on your mind, talk about it. You set the pace." She assured her.

Johnnie was very careful with what she revealed to Dr. Kohli about the shooting, and the stress and frustration that she was under concerning the case.

"How does it make you feel, the murderer calling your home the way she did?" The doctor asked.

Johnnie could feel her temper rising. I can't lose it in front of this shrink. She'll say that I'm unfit. She thought to herself. She sighed. "Frustrated. It's bad enough that she shot me, but she's making it personal. I don't want Alma to be at risk."

"Johnnie, you feel more than that." Dr. Kohli said. "I can't be of any help to you if you keep your feelings hidden from me." She paused. "If I were in your position, I would be very angry. This woman is making it personal. She invaded your space by calling your home. Plus there is a possibility that your lover could be in danger."

Johnnie stared at the doctor in disbelief. "You mean if I cut loose in here, you won't think I'm crazy and deem me unfit to return to duty?"

The doctor laughed. "That's not how I operate. I'm not the enemy here, Johnnie. I want to help you so that you can return to duty." She paused. "What you tell me will not be included in your evaluation. Only my recommendations will be in the report."

Johnnie looked at her warily. Can I trust her? Can I trust myself? Johnnie stood and walked over to the window. You have to do this. You have to do this for yourself, and Alma. "Doc, it pisses me off that this woman knows my home phone number and possibly where I live." She told her. "I'm not afraid for myself; it's Alma that I'm concerned about."

"Hence the nightmares." The doctor stated as she leaned back in her chair. "Johnnie, your shooting has placed fear into your subconscious. The murderer is a smart one. If you concentrate on making sure that Alma is safe, then you'll be distracted and won't be able to do your job."

Johnnie turned to the doctor. "But I'm not the only detective on this case." She retorted. "I have a partner working with me on this case."

"Your partner," The doctor added, "Is not in the spotlight. He didn't get shot, you did. He hasn't had the notoriety that you have. Most importantly, he's not gay." She paused. "The killer is a homophobe and seems to have set her sights on you, detective."

Johnnie's anger flared. "What in the hell am I supposed to do? My fucking hands are tied. Alma refuses to leave; I can't get back to work so I can catch the bitch." She shouted. "I'm not Xena for Pete's sake."

The doctor leaned forward. "Keep going."

"What in the hell do you mean, keep going?" Johnnie angrily demanded. "I fucked up and the bitch shot me. Now she's making it personal, like all of this is my fault." Tears began to flow from her eyes as she paced back and forth. "My lover could be dragged into this. She could even become a target and there won't be a goddamned thing I can do about it." Johnnie sat down in her chair and sobbed. "I see my baby's dead body on the dunes, just like the others. Beaten, raped, tortured." She slid from her chair and sat on the floor.

The doctor stood and walked around her desk. She kneeled on the floor beside Johnnie and placed a comforting arm around her shoulders. "You've been carrying this inside you. It's been released now. We can work to get through this." She paused. "Johnnie, you will be able to work this out, and then you'll be able to do what you do best. You and your partner are going to catch her and bring her to justice."



Johnnie left the doctor's office feeling a little better. It was good for her to open up and release some of the pressure that she had been under. She even looked forward to her next appointment with Dr. Kohli.

She went to a home security company and purchased a system. It would be installed later in the afternoon.

After stopping by the GNC for some protein mix, she went home and changed into her workout clothes. She figured she should get started on an exercise program to get back into shape and regain her muscle mass.

Johnnie and Alma's basement was not the usual dank and grungy basement. This basement was one that time and money had transformed into something nice. At one end was Johnnie's weight training equipment, enough equipment to make any health club proud. In the center were a completely stocked wet bar, two leather sofas and two leather wingback chairs. A 200-watt stereo system was built into the wall behind the bar. Cordoned off at the other end were the laundry room and half bath.

After loading one of Alma's Gypsy Kings CD's into the player, Johnnie began with stretching exercises and a warm up of a five mile run on the treadmill. She then began lifting weights. Think I'll start out with 150 pounds. She thought to herself. Damn, I feel like a fucking beginner with this little amount. After working up a good sweat, she moved over to the speed bag. Donning her boxing gloves, she attacked it like she was in training for a shot at the heavyweight championship.

She decided to wind up her workout on the heavy bag. Sweat flew from her body with every powerful punch. She imagined the killer was the bag, and began punching it furiously. Think you can call my home and scare me, huh bitch? Well guess what, it's not going to work and I'll catch your sorry ass and make you pay. She thought to herself as she stopped punching the bag. That voice, there's something familiar about it. Have we had a run in before? Are you someone I busted? "I'll get Pizo to do a rundown of my cases involving women." She said aloud to no one.

Johnnie went upstairs to shower and change. Without realizing it, she had a four-hour workout. She was a little winded, but felt invigorated because she could feel her strength returning. The shower re-energized her. She dressed quickly because it was nearly time to pick up Alma from work.



While waiting for Alma, Johnnie sat in the parking lot making phone calls on her cell phone; first to the Chinese restaurant to place an order for dinner, and then a call to Pizo.

"Hey partner, what's up?" Pizo asked. He missed Johnnie terribly. Although he received assistance when needed from Gilliam and Westlake, it wasn't the same. They were homicide detectives that were between cases. Most importantly, they were not Johnnie.

"Nothing much. I'm ready to get back to work." She told him.

"I know, J. I miss you, too." Pizo chuckled.

Rolling her eyes back in her head she laughed, too. She knew he was right, because she did miss him. "I didn't say I missed you, asshole. I'm just ready to get back in the saddle."

"Sure, sure, you'll tell me anything. So what do you want, J?" He asked.

"Ah, you know me too well, partner." She said as she shifted in her seat. "I want to run something by you."

Pizo could tell that it was important or she wouldn't have called. It would have kept bothering her until they all got together on the weekend. "Okay, shoot."

"Pizo, there's something about that woman's voice." She told him. "I can't put my finger on it, and it's driving me crazy."

He could hear the tension in Johnnie's voice. "You want to go back into our files. Former busts, right?" He asked.

Johnnie smiled. "Like I said before, you know me too well. Do you think the captain will be pissed if I show up tomorrow?" She hesitantly asked.

Pizo chuckled. "You know what? He was expecting you to come nosing around here this morning." He told her, bringing a smile to her face. "Guess what else?"

"What?" Johnnie asked.

"I think he was disappointed that you didn't show up." He added.

"We wouldn't want the captain to be upset. I'll stop by tomorrow after I drop Alma off at work." She happily said, with the biggest grin on her face.

"See you tomorrow, partner." He told her, and then ended the call.



Johnnie was still smiling as Alma got into the car. "Hey, baby. How was your day?" She asked as she leaned over for a kiss.

Alma gave her a chaste kiss, then closed her door and buckled her seatbelt. She sighed heavily. "Long and tiring. Some figures came in for the Johnston County project that didn't quite add up. I spent the entire day in a paper chase with those idiots, and found out that they had combined two separate accounts." She paused. "I just want to go home."

Johnnie kissed Alma again. "Sorry about your day, babe." She sympathetically said, brushing her hand against Alma's cheek. Johnnie could see the frustration on her face, and decided to forgo their trip to the shooting range. Alma was very appreciative. "Gotta make a stop at Fong's and pick up dinner before we go home."

"That's fine. I'm not choosey." Alma said, eyes closed. A familiar scent wafted in Alma's nostrils. No she isn't wearing Obsession. The sneaky devil; she knows what that does to me. Alma opened her eyes a little and peeked over at Johnnie. God she is so gorgeous. How am I going to be able to keep my hands off her?

Johnnie noticed Alma checking her out. Cut me off, will you? Get ready baby, cause I'm going to be tapping that ass tonight. She thought while a lopsided grin formed on her face.



Johnnie decided to set the table while Alma showered. Okay, red or white? Fuck I don't know how to pick this shit out. White mellows Alma and red makes her horny. Red it is then. She thought to herself and a lecherous grin grew across her face.

The table was prepared and Johnnie began to smile when she heard Alma walk up behind her.

"Smells good, honey. I'm starved." Alma told her.

Johnnie turned around and her smile faded. What the fuck? She questioned herself. Alma was dressed in a terrycloth bathrobe and a pair of old fuzzy slippers.

"What?" Alma innocently asked.

"Uh, nothing." Johnnie told her as her heart sank. Guess I won't be getting any tonight. Johnnie pulled out Alma's chair, and then seated herself.

Johnnie and Alma chatted about Johnnie's day during dinner. After dinner Alma suggested that Johnnie shower while she cleaned up the kitchen.

When she emerged from the shower, Johnnie's breath was halted by the vision of loveliness that stood before her. Alma was dressed in the red teddy that Johnnie had given her for Valentine's Day; including fishnet stockings, red lace gloves, garters and stiletto heels.

"I believe this was promised to you, was it not?" Alma seductively asked.

Johnnie stood there in her t-shirt and boxers unable to speak. She just nodded her head.

I'll bet you weren't expecting this, were you, lover? Alma smirked. "Close your mouth, baby, you'll catch flies."

Johnnie was still unable to speak. Say something, stupid. She mentally chastised herself. Alma looked so hot and inviting. Johnnie couldn't get her mouth and brain to function properly.

Alma walked over to Johnnie and took her hand, leading her to their bed. Johnnie sat down on the side of it, as Alma reached into her garter and pulled out the remote for the stereo. Strains of Jill Scott's voice echoed throughout the bedroom:

"Honey Molasses
Ebony Majesty
Chocolate Brown Sugar
Sweet Epiphany"

Alma began to seductively gyrate her hips in time with the music. Johnnie, still dumbfounded, could only sit there and lick her lips. Alma used the toe of her left shoe to graze across Johnnie's pulsating clit.

"Jesus." Johnnie hissed as she slid away from Alma's foot, causing Alma to smile.

Alma held her foot up so Johnnie could remove the offending shoe. She did the same for the other. As Johnnie reached out for her, Alma immediately pulled away, continuing her dance of seduction. She skillfully removed the garters and stockings, throwing them at Johnnie who could not resist sniffing them. The intoxicating scent made her swoon.

She finally moved close enough for Johnnie to grasp her waist and dip her tongue into her navel. Johnnie's tongue traced the fine hairs that led to Alma's moist fountain, and obliged herself with a taste. Alma groaned and thrust her hips forward. Johnnie reached up to slide the straps of the teddy off her shoulders. Once that was accomplished, it slid down to Alma's hips and stopped. Her curves would not allow it to flow freely off her body. Alma shifted her hips and the teddy pooled to the floor.

"Two people, just meeting
Barely touching each other
Two spirits greeting
Trying to carry it further
You are one and I am another
We should be one, inside each other"


Alma was astride Johnnie and 'Little J' was buried deep inside her. Their eyes were locked on each other, as staggered breaths were all that could be heard in the room. Johnnie cupped Alma's breasts, toying with the painfully erect nipples.

Johnnie whispered, "I will love you, Alma, until my last breath."

"En Espanol, por favor." Alma begged, as she writhed above her.

"Te amo, Alma, y te amare hasta mi ultimo suspiro." Johnnie husked in her deep contralto voice, thrusting her hips faster.

"You can see inside me
Will you come inside me?
Do you wanna ride inside my love?
You can see inside me
Will you come inside me?
Do you wanna ride inside my love?"
Johnnie was driving fast and furiously into Alma's soaked and throbbing sex. She was propped on her elbows and forearms as she grasped Alma by her shoulders. Alma held her legs opened wide, knees near Johnnie's elbows, granting full access to her lover.

"Two strangers, not strangers
Only lacking the knowing
So willing, feeling, infinitely growing
While we're here the whole world is turning
We should be one
Fulfilling our yearning
You can see inside me
Will you come inside me?
Do you wanna ride inside my love?
You can see inside me
Will you come inside me?
Do you wanna ride inside my love?"

As Minnie Ripperton hit her final high note, it was nearly matched by Alma's emergence into ecstasy. Johnnie could only shudder and moan. Her cries were constricted by the lump in her throat caused by unshed tears. After a moment, she was finally able to whisper, "I love you, Alma."

Alma pulled Johnnie's hair back over her shoulders. She looked at her and could see the love etched on Johnnie's face, and the tears in her eyes. She knew that Johnnie loved her, but had no idea how deep the love flowed. "And I, you. Forever, dear heart."













Lyrics from Honey Molasses, by Jill Scott and Inside my Love, by Minnie Ripperton were used without permission. I love these two women of song and could not find any better way to express that love. This is not a story for profit, so I hope I won't be sued.




Continued in Part 3 (Conclusion)

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