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"Going Straight" (closed)

Mephisto and Camille:
It was obvious what had happened, the poor woman had finally been pushed beyond her limits. As Mephisto sat and stared at the monitor showing the feed from his spy cameras he got multiple angles on the murder scene, no, not murder, self defence. He was no cop, no attorney, no judge, but even he could easily tell the tale of what had happened in that office. His heart almost broke seeing Camille curled up naked, the gun by her hand laying on the floor, the two dead or dying naked men laying their writhing in pain as their life blood slipped from them. He hoped both would be going to hell, they both deserved it, but if Davis died what did this do for the Untouchables case and for the SADA? Maybe it made it easier on them all. No long drawn out trial, no gamble that some jurors might be paid off. He stood, turned off his computer, grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and left the room with Teddy calling out to him asking where he was going.

He ran more than a few red lights getting to the building housing the Senators office, he broke more laws as he used a small device to slice into the locking mechanism of a side door to gain entrance so no one saw him this late at night. If he was seen here it would get messy for everyone. However he had come prepared. As he walked the corridors each and every CCTV camera that he got close to fritzed out, then after he had walked on came alive again. A localised EMP pulse was being generated by the device no bigger than a mobile phone in his pocket.

He ran into the office and stopped dead. Ok, calm .... stay calm, Mephisto, he told himself. Nothing had moved from when he had seen it on the monitor other than one of the men, a man Mephisto didn't know, was now not moving. Davis was though, trying to hold the blood in as he saw the hacker and reached out a shaking hand to him for aid. Mephisto looked around, taking in everything. Soon this room would be crawling with CSI and although he wasn't knowledgeable about their techniques he was smarter than the average bear. He quickly pulled out a set of soft leather gloves and put them on, checked the bottom of his shoes for mud or anything else that he might track in on the carpet that might give then any clue. Happy he was clean he moved over to Camille, ignoring the groaning Senator. He wasn't worried about the spy camera, they were his, he would edit the footage flawlessly to make himself vanish.

"It's ok, it's ok Camille. I'm here, I'll take care of you." He whispered to the traumatised woman as he cradled her in his arms, stroking her hair.

Slowly her heaving breath started to subside, her eyes which had been closed tight opened, looking up at him in relief. Her body started to slowly unfold from the foetal position it had curled into, but her sobbing, if anything, got heavier as tears ran down her gorgeous face. He just held her for a while, letting her know she wasn't alone as he put together what had to happen next. He could get her out of here and away and he knew Emelia D'Angelo would take care of her. But for the rest of her life she would be a hunted woman. Now maybe she could live with that, but somehow Mephisto didn't think she could. She had morals, scruples, she was a good woman. No, she had to be free if she was to live which meant they had to play it by the rules. So .... how to proceed?

"P ... please .... help me ..."

The hacker glanced over at Davis, irritated. Why wouldn't the man just die!! Fuck it! Mephisto stood and walked over to crouch down by the Senator's head. He looked down, seeing an expression of hope on the mans face. The hacker looked him over, his naked body not hiding the wounds. Shit, he could be saved if the EMT's got here in time and he couldn't hold off calling them much longer or it would make Camille look more guilty. His cold eyes found the Senators again, then with no expression Mephisto reached out for a cushion from the couch the Senator lay against. He placed it over the mans face and applied gentle, but firm pressure. He gazed off into nothing as Davis's body began to shudder, his hands feebly trying to push the pillow away until finally he went limp. Mephisto kept the pillow there a few moments more to make sure then pulled it away. There was no sign of violence on the Senators face, but he was now most certainly dead. Standing the hacker moved to a closet nearby and opened the door, placing the pillow inside among a few other spare ones, he then pulled out a clean one of matching style, and returned to the couch with it. Just in case some over eager CSI tech decided to check the material of the cushion for saliva he had to cover his tracks. Finally he went to the dead man.

Mephisto wasn't sure if Camille had simply got lucky or was a good shot, but her three bullets had taken the unknown man in the heart, squarely in the chest cavity and one to the head. Any of the three wounds would be fatal. He moved to the abandoned clothing and searched it, coming up with a wallet. Well, well, well, what did we have here, Mephisto thought glancing at the dead man on the floor beside him. Keith Randall, according to the driving license he was 34 years of age and lived in a wealthy district of the city. He wore a wedding ring, so married. Patting the clothes more he found a folded piece of paper and opened it, reading the letter. It seemed Mr. Randall was the CEO of Kender Construction, a well known building firm in the city which had given Capitol City skyscrapers, schools, metro stations, libraries, just about anything you could imagine. But according to this letter the good Senator and Mr. Randall were conspiring to sell to the city several plots of land by the river that were currently abandoned due to pollution. Kender Construction had purchased them a year ago with the promise to treat the pollution to make the land good to build homes on. Now, even though according to the letter no such treatment had been undertaken, Davis and Randall were selling the land back to the city at ten times what they had paid for it. The Senator had signed off that the land was now clean to get the permits.

Knowing it was vital evidence against both the dead men, Mephisto knew he couldn't take the letter so he replaced it where he had found it. He sighed, the men were such novices. Never, EVER put anything in writing you didn't want people to read. It was a simple rule he followed to the letter. Happy with the scene now he picked up the phone from the Senator's desk and crouched down beside Camille who seemed more together now.

"I want you to call 911, ask for the police and tell them everything that happened here tonight, Camille. Do you understand?"

She took the phone in trembling hands and nodded as Mephisto gently wiped the tears from her face.

"The police will come and take you away, but don't worry, we'll have a lawyer waiting for you at the station when they get you there. Tell them the truth, all of it, don't hide anything Davis did to you in the past or here tonight. Do NOT lie to them. All you have to do, my darling, is tell the truth and let me take care of the rest. Can you do that for me?"

She nodded again, her big brown eyes on his with such a look of hope in them he almost cried himself. Why did this happen to such a woman as her, he wondered. What evil star had she been born under that such a good woman deserved this? He leaned in and kissed her softly, but even so he saw her wince from the split lip and already her left eyes was closing in a big blue/black bruise. He stroked her hair one last time, gave her a soft confident smile and stood. He took one last look around then walked to the door, opened it and looked back. Camille was already dialling on the phone but their eyes met one last time. He smiled and gave her a wink before exiting and closing the door. As he walked away he pulled his phone from his pocket, pressed a speed dial and held it to his ear.

"Philip, I need to speak to Emelia, it's Mephisto .... somethings happened to Camille."
 
Kitty in bed with Teddy at her place:

"So, you're a stripper now, huh?" Teddy asked out of nowhere at all.

Kitty was still coming down from her fourth, maybe fifth orgasm, the highest number of climaxes she'd ever enjoyed in such a short period of time. Of course, two hours wasn't considered short for most lovers. Still...

"Marcus filled me in," he continued. "You could of told me you know--"

"No, I couldn't," Kitty cut him off. "I was told not to ... ordered."

She was going to say more, but during her moment of contemplation, Teddy added, "I was worried about you."

Kitty lifted her head to look into his eyes, smiling as she said, "Thank you. I love that you worry about me."

She kissed him, then studied his face for a moment before slipping quickly out of bed. Kitty, like Teddy, was very aware that she hadn't yet told him that she loved him. She had always been careful about speaking those three words, so careful that she'd only said them once, back when she was a teen, and even then, it hadn't meant anything because, well, she was a teen.

"I'm gonna get showered," she said, heading for the bathroom.

"Cole has assigned me as your backup and liaison with the team," Teddy said, stopping her short. "I think he took pity on me when he saw how anxious I was about your safety."

Kitty smiled, teasing, "Oh, look at that. My boyfriend is afraid someone might be mean to me."

She took two steps toward the bed and leapt forward, bouncing on the mattress into his arms. Grasping his head in her hands and kissing him, Kitty said, "No one's been mean to me ... but I appreciate your concern."

As she again rolled out of bed, Teddy asked, "So .... how do you want to play it? Should I meet you here to get your reports, or maybe some bar? I know you can't go to the Batcave in case the Russians are watching you."

From the bathroom where she stripped and dropped onto the toilet to pee, Kitty poked her head out around the door, smiling as she said knowingly, "Oh, you're gonna love this."

She finished and returned to the bedroom, standing before her lover and team member naked as she clarified, "Each of the next three nights ... Thursday, Friday, Saturday ... you're going to go to The Black Heart ... sit in the front row right beneath the stage. You're going to gawk at women who are dancing and stripping off their clothes ... you're going to whoop and blow kisses and stick twenty-dollar bills into G-strings..."

Kitty thought she caught something in Teddy's reaction, specifically when she mentioned money. She struck a pose, turning slowly to give him a full viewing of her naked body, then stressed, "So help me God, you put a one-dollar bill in my thong or any thong while at The Black Heart and I'll throw you out into the alley myself."

She turned back for the bathroom, continuing to explain, "You're going to establish yourself as a regular, gawking and ogling and making lewd comments ... and paying for lap dances." She turned on the shower and stepped inside, continuing to call out her instructions and his orders, per Marcus.

"Do not go to a private room, though. Not until Friday, when I work next. I'll suggest that you take me to a private room, you'll heartily agree, and when I tell you that I can provide you with special service, you'll agree. Got it?"

She waited for Teddy's response, then after another moment snapped, "Why the hell aren't you in here with me washing my private parts?"
 
Kitty with Teddy at her place:
It all seemed so clear and easy when Kitty explained it to him. Like it was simple, no problem, everything would go as planned. Her confidence infected him and all his worries vanished as he watched her go to and from the bathroom, admiring her naked body, more so when she posed and his eyes fixed to her ass which got him almost drooling even though he and she had been at it for hours now. He could never get enough of her ass.

As she laid out his 'mission' it sounded easy enough, though he had never set foot into a strip club in his life. He hoped he would not act shy and nervous, he knew undercover work was all about confidence and portraying the person you had taken on. One slip, one word out of line could get you and your partner killed. But as Kitty teased him about the $20 bills he grinned and smirked. Then she laid out the final piece of the plan, getting him alone for special services and asked if he got it.

"Yes, Ma'am, I've got it. Only $20 dollar bills in thongs, pay for lap dances, whoop, blow kisses, make lewd comments (he wasn't sure about the last one, other than in bed with Kitty he had never even tried to be lewd), no going to private rooms until I see you on Friday where I will agree to your offer of special services. I got it." He called out.

"Why the hell aren't you in here with me washing my private parts?" Kitty shouted.

Teddy slipped from the bed so fast to run to the bathroom only to find his feet caught in the sheet. He managed to cry 'oh, shit' before face planting on Kitty's bedroom floor.
 
Gale Harmon and Mephisto at Untouchables HQ:

Gale was tickled with Marcus's promise to keep him in mind for tasks other than simply running paperwork and evidence back and forth between the Untouchables, Shovelli, and the Governor.

In the communal bedroom, Gale was shocked to find the walk-in closet; it wasn't actually a closet, of course, but was the full bedroom of the neighboring apartment after Marcus's contractor buddy had knocked out a wall to connect them together.

"It's quite a choice, isn't it?" Mephisto said from the doorway behind him.

"It's like Wardrobe Central," Gale said. Not knowing whether or not the hacker would know of it, Gale explained, "I did some stage work with CC Theatrical ... nothing headlining or anything like that. Productions like that working on a shoestring budget ... we used Wardrobe Central down on 15th for our costumes." He gestured to the vast array of offerings, saying, "This would impress them, I'm telling you."

Gale looked over his shoulder at the other man. He didn't need gaydar to understand Mephisto's expression, body language, and tone as the man continued, "I read your police bio by the way, impressive. Such a large ... arrest record. I am sure it would satisfy anyone."

Smiling wider and giving Mephisto and up and down scan as well, Gale only said, "Thank you."

He could have said more, but the conversation was slowly but surely heading in a direction it really shouldn't for the first day in which the Untouchable teammates were working together. Gale turned back to the portion of the closet filled with normal every day male street clothes. He selected a leather jacket, button up shirt, wife beaters undershirt, and a pair of jeans; the last item was a size small through the waist and ass, but they were long enough not to become high waters once he'd donned them.

Setting them in a nearby chair, Gale turned to face Mephisto and began undressing. He didn't ask for privacy, instead letting the other man choose when he departed. Gale stripped to his socks and boxer-briefs -- in which his average-sized cock was awake but not stiff -- and donned the new clothes. He checked his appearance in the full-length mirror, finding the look adequate for now. He did, of course, have a full wardrobe of clothes at home, but he was here now and he needed to not be seen leaving this building in his CCPD uniform.
 
Gale Harmon and Mephisto at Untouchables HQ:
"Theatrical experience, huh?" Mephisto remarked watching the man. "Interesting, I am sure you can role play with the best of them then?"

In his mind he was running through a scenario where Gale pulled him over and patted him down thoroughly. He wasn't being subtle, but then Gale didn't seem to mind. The hacker realised he hadn't looked Harmon's marital status yet, was he perhaps going where he wasn't invited with his innuendos? No, surely not, not from the return looks he was getting from the man. Mephisto hadn't been with a man since his night of sexual ecstasy with Samantha and Richard, which reminded him, he must get back in touch with Richard soon. But right now Gale was on his radar and boy did he look good.

He almost sighed as Harmon got down to his underwear giving Mephisto all the time in the world to look and admire before slipping clothes back on. The tight jeans molded his tight ass perfectly the hacker thought. Mephisto was sporting a woody now, and made no effort to hide it in his own jeans as Gale finished getting ready.

"You look good in that outfit." The hacker offered as he looked Harmon over. "I should apologise ... I'm not normally this pushy with people and Marcus would NOT be happy if he found out I was flirting with you so hard. I'm sorry if I offended you in any way."

The apology was more of a test. Depending on how Gale took that apology would tell the hacker if he had misjudged the situation or not.
 
Mephisto and Camille at Davis's office:

To say that Camille was distraught would have been an understatement. Her mind was so overwhelmed that she neither saw nor heard Mephisto when he entered, only realizing he was present when he knelt before her and promised, "It's ok, it's ok Camille. I'm here, I'll take care of you."

She clutched him tighter than she ever had anyone in her life, possibly making it hard for him to even breath. When he turned to deal with the whining Eric Davis, Camille begged, "Don't leave me!"

She reluctantly let go of Mephisto, then -- with conflicting emotions -- watched in silence as he pressed a couch pillow to Davis's face and deprived him of what remained of his life. When Mephisto came back to her, he told her, "I want you to call 911, ask for the police and tell them everything that happened here tonight, Camille. Do you understand?"

Her face filled with shock and fear. "I can't. I can't!"

She'd killed two men -- okay, one and a half -- and she was absolutely certain that she was going to prison for the rest of her life. One of them had been a member of Capital City's financial and social elite; the other had been a State Senator. What was she? A Personal Assistant ... a secretary ... a Black secretary, at that, working for a White politician with powerful White friends who lived in what was still a White Man's world, regardless of what the law, the ACLU, and hundreds of local, state, and federal regulations and laws said about racial and gender equality.

"The police will come and take you away," Mephisto continued, not helping Camille with her concerns, "but don't worry--"

"Don't worry?" Camille whispered.

"--we'll have a lawyer waiting for you at the station when they get you there."

A lawyer, she thought to herself. Some overworked Public Defender juggling 44 cases for $600 a head.

"Tell them the truth, all of it," Mephisto instructed, telling her to recall to the Police all that Davis had done to her over the past 14 or 15 months. "Can you do that for me?"

Camille hesitated, unsure of whether she was capable of doing as Mephisto asked of her. But she trusted him, and he had a team of amazing people supporting him. She nodded, saying, "I can do that for you."

Before he departed, he handed her the landline phone's cordless handset. They shared a smile as he headed out the door, and as he did, Camille called out without knowing whether or not he'd heard her, "I love you."

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Camille at the hospital; introducing Gloria Stern; Laura Shovelli protects her:

Camille had had no idea that so many people would respond to her 9-1-1 call: beat cops working the block, EMTs from the closest Fire Station, more Uniforms, Detectives in street clothes, and finally an Advocate from Victim Services.

Gloria Stern was a take-charge kind of gal, and while the Scene Commander had wanted Camille taken to the precinct for questioning regarding the killings, the Advocate reminded the man that she was responsible for the victim in the case of a charge of rape.

Camille found herself in a private room at County General, where she underwent a rape kit procedure and was treated for her many injuries, including a split lip, a cut eye, a cracked rib, other bruises, and -- of course -- the trauma of the rape.

Detectives arrived to question Camille, only to be turned away by a new person claiming authority over the situation. Senior Assistant District Attorney Laura Shovelli had caught wind of what had happened to Camille and -- with her Investigators vehicle using its sirens and lights -- had raced across town to the hospital to check on her.

Laura stationed two men outside the room, telling them that no one was to bother Camille without her expressed permission. The SADA gave the men a list that included the Untouchables and her own people; it did not, however, include the first person Mephisto had called after leaving Camille behind in the office to call the police to her aid: Emelia D'Angelo.

The woman who was wholly responsible for Camille Carlton being involved with the Untouchables and the effort to bring down State Senator Eric Davis was still an unknown factor to the Prosecutor. Escorted by Philip and three other legally armed escorts, she showed up at County General with the hopes of seeing Camille.

Emelia remained in her SUV in the Emergency Room parking, though, not wanting the Authorities to make the connection between her and Camille and, thus, the connection between her and Detective Marcus cole.

Philip went to find Camille in the Trauma Ward instead, but seeing the guards outside her room, inconspicuously backed away instead. He used his cell phone to call the Trauma Ward as he retraced his path to the parked SUV. Identifying himself by name and feigning a relationship -- "I'm her brother" -- Philip was surprisingly able to get Camille on the phone.

The two women talked at length, with Camille explaining what had happened and Emelia reassuring her that she would want for nothing when it came to her health care and legal needs. Telling her what Mephisto had earlier when he'd called her, Emelia told Camille, "You did nothing wrong. Tell them the truth ... tell them everything ... and you will be fine."

"Do I still get the million bucks?" Camille asked halfheartedly, speaking of the payment Emelia had promised her for bringing down Davis. "I mean, we were supposed to put him in jail--"

"You're going to get that and more, Camille," Emelia reassured her, adding, "I promise. But right now ... you rest. And you tell them nothing until the lawyer I'm sending you shows up. Once you've spoken to him, you can tell the cops everything."

They traded farewells, and once the call was ended, Emelia told Philip, "Take me to the Hanson Building. I need to see Marcus and Mephisto right away."
 
When Mephisto walked back into the HQ of the Untouchables he found Marcus waiting, the mans expression unreadable. For a moment neither spoke as the hacker removed his jacket, hung it over the back of his chair and only then looked up into Cole's eyes.

"What the fuck happened?!" Marcus asked.

Mephisto shrugged, then sat down in his chair and filled his 'boss' in on everything that had happened in the Senators office .... everything other than when he murdered Senator Davis, he decided Cole didn't need to know that and besides it wasn't like Mephisto would lose any sleep over what he had done. He ended by asking how Cole had found out.

"Laura ... SADA Shovelli got wind of it and moved in like an avenging angel. As she knew Camille was an important part of the operation to take down Davis she contacted me asking if I knew anything that might help her, or had any information." He eyes grew colder, "I had to tell I knew nothing because I did know nothing due to one of my people failing to let me know that a person I care about was raped and had killed two men!" By now he was shouting.

Mephisto showed no concern over the raised voice though. "She called me, she needed my help ... and you're not the only person who cares about her, Detective. Never mistake the fact that although I might not often show my emotions I do have them."

Marcus reined in his anger as the low, sibilant voice made him realise that he knew next to nothing about this man before him. More and more he was starting to realise that Mephisto was a very dangerous man to cross, though up till now Cole had always assumed his moral were good.

"How did Davis die?" He asked softly.

"Of his gunshot wounds. It seems that even in a traumatic situation like being beaten and raped by two men our Camille still shoots straight." The hacker replied lightly with an unreadable expression.

"I see ... that is what Laura told me from the preliminary forensic report." Both men shared a look, as if exchanging thoughts. Cole felt a shiver run up his spine. Yes, Mephisto was a very dangerous man. "I want to see the camera feeds from the Senators office showing what happened .... when you have time to gather them."

"I'll get right on that, Marcus." With that Mephisto turned back to his computers.

Just then Cole's phone beeped with a text from Philip telling him that Emelia and he were inbound to the HQ. Marcus wasn't even surprised anymore that Emelia already knew what happened. How she knew he didn't know, and he doubted she would tell him. His eyes fell on the hacker again, wondering. If he was in a position that seemed inescapable and he needed a great lawyer, who would he call? A flicker of a smile ghosted his lips. Dangerous, yes .... but it seemed Mephisto had a heart afterall.
 
Emelia visits Marcus at the Batcave regarding Camille Carlton's rape:

"I need to talk to you privately," Emelia said softly to Marcus the moment she entered the Untouchables' HQ. She'd been there enough to know the layout, and she knew -- or at least presumed -- that the most private room in the suite of rooms was the one he'd chosen to be his private bed chambers.

Emelia barely made eye contact with Mephisto as she passed by him. She had intended on thanking him for being his first call after he'd left Camille behind to deal with the authorities. On the way here, though, it had occurred to her that perhaps Mephisto had stepped outside of his chain of command in doing so; he liked to think of himself as being outside that chain -- a free-to-operate independent contractor who, after all, had volunteered to work with, not for, Marcus -- but Emelia doubted very much that Marcus himself would think of their relationship in that way.

She did, however, give him a slight smile when she knew that Marcus couldn't see. Once inside the bedroom, she waited with her back to the door for the Team Leader to join her and, presumably, close the door behind him. She looked around the room, taking in what he'd done with the place -- or what he hadn't -- and said, "Nice decor."

Before she turned to deal with what had happened tonight, Emelia glanced toward the bed sitting against one wall. She knew very well that Marcus had been sleeping with Camille Carlton at one point during the quest to take down the now-very-dead State Senator Eric Davis. She'd found it intriguing, actually, that that affair had begun the very night she'd introduced the Personal Assistant to the Detective.

Emelia had been jealous of the coupling, though, she would never confess that to either Marcus or Camille. She herself had had fantasies involving the Detective almost from the first time she'd sat with him in that Mom'n'Pop diner so many months ago. She still imagined enjoying Marcus's presence between her thighs on occasion; one of those occasions was this very moment, as she pictured him throwing back the bedding and slowly stripping out of his clothes.

"We need to talk about Senior Assistant District Attorney Laura Shovelli," she said instead of take your clothes off and fuck me.

Emelia turned to face Marcus. She told him about being prevented from visiting and comforting Camille because of the threat of revealing her association with the raped woman; because of her association with the Untouchables; and because of her initial establishment of this vast but benevolent conspiracy to rid Capital City of Organized Crime, including but not limited to her own Crime Family.

"It's time to tell Miss Shovelli about us," Emelia continued. By us, she'd meant about her and the Untouchables, of course; she hadn't meant about her and her fantasies for Marcus, which were only in her mind -- and his? -- and not yet an actual thing. "I can't continue to do what I'm trying to do ... we can't continue to do what we're trying to ... without the Prosecutor in charge of this situation knowing who began it all."

She began moving his direction slowly ... and as the space was closed, her eyes began glistening with impending tears. Then, as a sob interrupted her words, Emelia barely managed, "They raped her, Marcus ... raped her. They beat her up ... and ... and I wasn't able to go to her..."

Emelia was openly sobbing as she moved into Marcus, wrapping her arms around his torso and pressing one side of her face to his chest; he would soon feel her rampant tears soaking through the fabric of his shirt as she continued, "I couldn't see her ... I couldn't help her--" And with one last loud sob before the emotions simply overwhelmed her, Emelia said, "...she's all alone."
 
Belinda Carmichael learns of Camille's rape:

Dressed hot-as-fuck, as her rather ineloquent date described upon seeing her step out of the Towncar her Station had arranged for her, the Channel 4 reporter strutted her way up the red carpet toward the entrance of Centennial Concert Hall; she pretended to ignore the flanking rows of paparazzi and the flashes of the many, many cameras, but inside she was giddy.

The annual Capital City Journalism Awards had eluded Belinda for the entirety of her career thus far -- until now! As Channel 4's Weekend Weather Girl, she'd thrice been nominated for Favorite Weather Presenter, losing out each time to Becca Storm -- not her real name, of course. Becca was, like Belinda, a beauty woman who men, women, and even teenage boys liked to watch on their screens at home. But in addition to that, she'd been Capital City's only actual Meteorologist -- Belinda and the others were just weather girls and boys -- and as such, she'd been able to cultivate connections within various Government agencies associated to weather prediction, distaster response, and more that had consistently presented her with information the others simply couldn't get until it no longer mattered.

The Governor's Task Force on Organized Crime had, of course, changed all that; Marcus Cole had changed all that. Tonight, Belinda was nominated for a total of 5 awards related to her crime coverage. For this year's presentation, it was the most nominations going to a single person, though, it was hardly the record, which had been 7, dating back decades to the Vietnam War era.

Belinda smiled to various other attendees, presenters, and organizers as she made her way inside, shaking hands and kissing cheeks as she went. Everyone wanted to have their picture taken with her, and for the most part Belinda allowed it to happen. One after another man or woman approached, greeted her, exchanged happy words, paused for the cameras, and then departed.

Then, a face she didn't want to see appeared off to one side, behind the red velvet rope meant to keep out the rabble. She looked to her current Field Producer with a somewhat panicked expression filling her face, calling to him, "Now...? Not now!"

The man flashed his phone to her, causing Belinda to politely excuse herself from the current gaggle of attendees to approach him. She gestured him under the rope, then waved off the Security that moved to intercept him. When he got to her, the Producer showed her the alert on his phone:

Two dead at State Senator Eric Davis's downtown Capital City offices; Davis indicated to be one of the slain. Third individual, female, possibly office employee, reportedly raped. All parties in state of undress. CCPD investigating.

"Aw, fuck," Belinda said, meaning it to be to herself and the Producer but also being picked up by various people nearby. She looked around embarrassed, explaining to one paparazzi snapping her picture, "I left the gas on at home."

She pulled the Producer farther out onto the carpet, ordering, "Find out more about this. I want to be the first to get this on the air, but..." She looked around herself; this was her moment! "Get back to me! If I have to blow this off, I will."

The man acknowledged his boss's instruction, then gave her an up and down look and said, "You look really nice tonight, Miss Car--"

"Go!" she interrupted, pushing off toward the end of the red carpet. She again looked around herself, smiled for the cameras, and turned to head inside again. It just had to be tonight, she thought to herself. Don't these people ever take a fucking night off?
 
Kitty with Teddy at her apartment:

She wasn't surprised to hear her lover's feet padding hurriedly across the hardwood floors toward the bathroom at her demand that he come to the shower and wash her private parts. They'd spent two hours fucking and sucking, which had resulted in a multitude of orgasms in record time for Kitty and, she hoped, a sufficient number of them for Teddy as well.

Still, the night was still young, and they hadn't been called to duty by Marcus, so it was either TV, sleep, or sex; there was nothing on television, most notably because Kitty didn't own one, and it was still too early for sleep, so...

The two lovers pulled each other close to kiss and caress and grope as the hot water splashed down upon them. Between couplings of their lips, Kitty said, "I have something I want to do with you ... something new ... something we haven't done before."

She saw the change in expression on Teddy's face and wondered if he was thinking IS there something new we haven't done before? Teddy might have been a virgin when she first went down on him in that surveillance car while on stakeout months earlier, but Kitty most definitely hadn't been, and during their time together she'd tried to engage him in just about every fun thing a pair of people could do to, with, and for each other.

But there was one thing that they hadn't done, and before they took their sexual activity public while working together and undercover at []The Black Heart[/i], she wanted to get this out of the way. Kitty didn't want Teddy to have any reservations about what they might do together within view of the cameras she knew were hidden in the strip club's private rooms.

"Gimme a second," she told him, kissing him before leaving the shower. She returned with a bottle, squeezed some of the very thick gel out into a palm, and explained, "It's waterproof."

She grasped his erection and lubed it up generously, admiring it as she did and complimenting, "I really like your cock. Have I told you that recently?"

If she'd known that it had recently been inside the pussy of Capital City's Senior Assistant District Attorney, Kitty might not have felt the same. But then, just as Teddy had thought while fucking Laura Shovelli, Kitty had never told him that they were a monogamous couple; in fact, not once had the topic come up.

Looking him in the eyes, Kitty reached her hand back behind her and lubed up her ass. She saw in his eyes that Teddy understood where this was going, saying to him softly, "I want us to do this ... here ... now."

Turning to grasp the safety bars on two intersecting walls, Kitty parted her feet and pressed her toes into the angles where the floor met those walls and said over her shoulder, "Careful going in. You can hurt a girl."
 
Gale Harmon, responding to Camille Carlton's rape:

Gale had concluded his flirting with Mephisto earlier in the evening, that conclusion the result of the hacker getting a phone call that sent him flying out of the building.

Without any orders of what he was supposed to do, Gale just hung out. He wandered the suite, reviewing the information crowding every nook and cranny. He was amazed at the work in which the Governor's Task Force on Organized Crime was involved.

There were separate bulletin boards for every crime family in Capital City, as well as the more prominent street gangs. Marcus and his people had information on hundreds of men and women: names, positions, family and friends, legal and illegal operations in which they were involved; there were timelines putting some of these people at crimes of which Gale was aware and even more of which he hadn't been until now.

It was simply overwhelming.

Just as had happened with Mephisto, Gale's phone chimed for his attention. It was his boss, SADA Shovelli, and even before Gale had greeted her, she demanded, "Get your ass down to Country General, Trauma Ward, 4th Floor ... now!"

"Yes, ma'am," he responded, unsure if she'd heard him as the call seemed to have immediately ended. He looked around, wondering what one was supposed to do when they were the last out of the building; do you turn off the lights and lock the door behind you?

In the end, seeing that the door would indeed lock on its own, Gale simply headed down to the street, using the less conspicuous alley to get to the opposite side of the building, and walked a block and a half away before flagging down a taxi. Ten minutes later, he was standing amidst a gaggle of cops -- Uniforms and otherwise -- in a very busy Trauma Ward.

"What happened?" he asked with obvious concern when he finally got a moment to speak to his boss. He'd only seen this kind of response following one sort of event and, knowingly, asked, "Who got shot?"

Laura named the victims, surprisingly without a lot of concern in her voice. Then she explained, "But this isn't for them."

She explained in detail her involvement with Camille Carlton, then grabbed Gale by the elbow and almost dragged him down the hall to the raped woman's door, still flanked by armed Investigators from the DA's office. She knocked softly. A nurse opened the door, letting the two of them inside. Laura introduced the cop -- now an Untouchable -- to Camille.

"Gale is going to stay with you," Laura said reassuringly. Then, to give authority to the stranger, she said, "He's part of Marcus's team now. You can trust him."

Camille nodded her comfort with that. Gale took a chair as Laura politely excused herself to take a call. The newest member to the Task Force studied the woman's injuries, then -- without thinking that maybe it might be a bit too soon for humor -- said, "I heard that the other guy looked worse."

The former PA couldn't help but laugh, then immediately grimaced at the pain it caused in her lip and face. Camille's mind went back to Mephisto smothering Davis; ironically, while still a bit overwhelmed, Camille couldn't remember the details of having shot her rapists. The only clear memory she had was of Mephisto taking care of business with the couch pillow.

"Am I being charged with anything?" Camille asked, the question seemingly coming out of thin air.

Gale couldn't really answer that question; his boss was still working on the situation, and really, no one knew where this was going to lead yet. He took Camille's hand, squeezed it, and said reassuringly, "Miss Shovelli will take care of you. I can promise you that much."
 
Emelia visits Marcus at the Batcave regarding Camille Carlton's rape:
Marcus followed Emelia into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Even after all these months he still hadn't stamped his personality on the room. He didn't sleep here every night as it was so hadn't felt any rush to do so. Luckily the decoration put in place by his friend the builder was good enough. No mirrors on the ceiling over the bed, though both men had joked that maybe there should be. The room was comfortable, warm. The bed was large with a black silk covered duvet over crisp white sheets and many soft pillows dotted one end by the headboard. Being here with Emelia, despite the circumstances, made Marcus look at the bed and wonder how she would look naked and draped over it.

"We need to talk about Senior Assistant District Attorney Laura Shovelli," Emelia said, snatching back Marcus's attention, "It's time to tell Miss Shovelli about us," Emelia continued. I can't continue to do what I'm trying to do ... we can't continue to do what we're trying to ... without the Prosecutor in charge of this situation knowing who began it all."

Cole had been dreading this discussion, one he had known would have to be had at some point. It was such a precarious place for them all. If Emelia was seen to be helping the police in any way her family would be set upon by all the other criminals in the city. She would be considered as a traitor to some, easy pickings to others. Equally if Cole was found to be working with Emelia the Untouchables were finished and his career would end suddenly and possibly in jail time. Laura Shovelli was the linchpin in all of this. If they could get her on side she could protect them all legally with her position. If she didn't like what they had to say she could end them all as quickly as snapping her fingers, and she just might to protect her own career and that of the Governor who was backing Cole's people with money and political protection. The risks were huge however you cut it.

"They raped her, Marcus ... raped her. They beat her up ... and ... and I wasn't able to go to her..."

Lost in his thoughts he hadn't been aware of Emelia moving up to him, but now his eyes met hers. She was always so strong, so decisive, even when her father was killed she knew what to do and never seemed fragile, but now there were tears in her eyes, and her voice shook as he opened his arms to her and took her in, cradling her head against his chest. How many times had he thought, dreamt, of holding her like this, stroking her hair, taking in her wonderful arousing scent, but now her tears soaked his shirt as he held her and he could swear he felt shivers down her body as she sobbed.

"I couldn't see her ... I couldn't help her--" And with one last loud sob before the emotions simply overwhelmed her, Emelia said, "...she's all alone."

Marcus kissed her head softly as he caressed up and down her back, just holding her tight.

"She isn't alone, Emelia, we are all their with her, I think .... I hope she can see and feel that even in her condition." He softly brought her face up to look into his eyes. "I'll find a way to get you in to see her." He slowly lowered his lips, God he wanted to kiss her so much, but instead he placed a soft kiss on her forehead as he took both her hands in his and squeezed them. "Come on, lets go to the hospital, but you have to do everything I tell you, ok? No Philip, no guards, just me and you and hope to hell no one recognises you."

Keeping hold of one hand he led her from the bedroom. Philip and Mephisto looked up as they came back into the room.

"I'm taking Emelia to the hospital to see Camille .... I'm taking her alone, Philip." He hoped the bodyguard would understand why, but the man was as loyal and protective toward Emelia as a Pitbull was to a beloved owner. "My badge and position will get us inside and I hope past the cops on guard. Don't worry, I've got this." Marcus saw Mephisto start to rise from his chair and he knew what the young man was going to say. "Just me and Emelia, Mephisto, for now. I am sure you can figure out a way to see her on your own." He gave the man a smile. "You seem to be very inventive about such things."

With that, and still holding the Donna's hand, he led her from the apartment and down to his car.
 
Jennifer Kennedy and Emelia D'Angelo

As with Kitty, Jennifer was without orders tonight. Unlike her best friend, Jennifer was sadly alone. Devon McCauley had had things with which had had to deal tonight, so the two of them had gone their separate ways.

It was hard for her to be apart from him during her free time anymore. They were in love; they'd said those three words to one another. Jennifer hadn't spoken them since her high school years, and even then they'd been spoken out of hormone-driven lust, not actual love; and Devon hadn't said them since his wife's passing, except during his visits to her grave site, in which Jennifer had been so honored to recently be a part.

She'd showered, eaten, dressed in fluffy, warm clothes, and dropped into an old ratty armchair she'd inherited from her father when her phone alerted her to a text. In the old days, previous to the Untouchables and to Devon, Jennifer would have ignored the text; she was done and down for the night, period!

But tonight, after a sigh of exasperation, she retrieved her phone from across the room and opened the text ... and her eyes widened and her mouth fell open and she murmured aloud, "Holy fuck."

Five minutes later, she was speeding through town toward County General. She flashed her badge at the foyer of the Trauma Ward and yet was still stopped from entering. Only after one of the Prosecutors Office Investigators matched her name to those on his list was she waved through the tight security.

But Jennifer wouldn't make it to Camille's room...

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Emelia promised Marcus, "Anything ... tell me what to do ... I'll do it. Just get me in to see Camille."

They used one of the Task Force's unregistered vehicles to get to the Hospital. Philip had agreed to let the Donna go without him in her close proximity, providing that he and the rest of her bodyguard be allowed to follow at an inconspicuous distance. Philip had the vehicles park in an overflow parking lot away from the main buildings while he and just one other man made their way casually into the building to be close should they be needed.

Emelia did exactly, precisely, as Marcus demanded of her. It was a strange feeling, being subordinate to another person as she was to the Detective now. Emelia had only ever played second to her father; even during sex, she'd always been the dominant player.

Everything seemed to be going just as Marcus wanted ... until they both looked up and saw Jennifer Kennedy looking directly at them with wide eyes...
 
Kitty with Teddy at her apartment:
As the two lovers groped each other in the water Teddy couldn't help smiling. He was in heaven, he was with the woman he loved, they were having sex like it was going out of fashion, and so far at least his cock had kept on managing to get hard whenever Kitty wanted it. Of course where Kitty was concerned a 100 year old dead Pope would get hard. Her body felt so good, he never wanted to take his hands or fingers off of it, he could live just caressing her everywhere, but when she suggested she had something new to try it made him very curious. Over the last weeks and months she had pushed his limits beyond areas he hadn't even thought of before. Probably one reason he had felt so confident with Laura earlier. But what could Kitty now have in mind? He smirked as she left the shower as he watched that firm incredibly ass of her sway out of the room. Whatever it was he knew he would like it.

She returned with a bottle, squeezed some of the very thick gel out into a palm, and explained, "It's waterproof."

She grasped his erection and lubed it up generously, admiring it as she did and complimenting, "I really like your cock. Have I told you that recently?"

All he could do was nod as the feelings of her lubed fingers massaging up and down his steel hard cock made his legs weak. She had told him many times she liked his cock, that was another thing he loved about her, she always made him feel special about himself. That he mattered and that he made her feel good. The lube at least answered the question of what they about to do though, even Teddy's restricted sexual experience, well, until he joined the Untouchables at least, had known of anal sex. He had even watched porn with it in wondering how different it felt for the guy to fuck a woman's ass rather than her pussy.

"I want us to do this ... here ... now." Kitty said as she was lubing her own ass with her fingers before turning to grab the handholds attached to the wall and spreading her toned slim legs, pushing her ass out toward him. "Careful going in. You can hurt a girl."

Teddy licked his lips wondering, had she never had anal before? Had he found the one sexual act Kitty hadn't tried yet? But that didn't stop his hands slipping to her hips as his cock head stroked the cleft of her ass cheeks. Slipping his hands to her cheeks he squeezed them, massaged them, then pulled them apart to expose her tight looking pink hole. For a moment he thought about dropping to his knees and lick it, but then decided no. One she might not like it (just because she wanted her ass fucked didn't mean she liked someone sticking their tongue up there), and two he couldn't wait to get his dick in there, and he considered maybe Kitty didn't want him to wait either.

Slowly he guided his cock head to the asshole, testing it a little by applying pressure, remembering her words to go careful. He leaned in, kissing her neck and shoulders as he told her he was going in, then started to push softly with his hips. There was some initial resistance, but thanks to the lube so equally applied to his cock and her hole by Kitty herself it didn't last long and suddenly his cock head popped inside her.

"Ohhhh, oh fuck." He hissed, eyes closing, fingers back to her slim hips digging into her a little. "So tight ... so warm, tight .... perfect."

Then he pushed a little more and despite that initial resistance now his cock slowly, carefully, pushed in deeper, stretching her ass out as he pulled her back to him and pushed forward with hips. Finally he bottomed out, his balls touching her pussy and he held still letting her get used to him.

"You ok, Kitty .... it doesn't hurt does it?"
 
Jennifer, Marcus and Emelia at the hospital:
Marcus had managed to get Emelia through the outer cordon of police due to his current fame in the department. Whether they loved or hated him the police officers on duty respected his authority and let him through without even glancing at Emelia. Inside the building things had got a little more tense as although Marcus was listed as approved to see Camille, the woman with him was not. And although he vouched for her the cop with the clipboard and a little piece of power wouldn't budge.

"Listen to me Officer ..." He cocked his head, "What was your name?"

"Re ... Reynolds, Sir."

"Officer Reynolds. You know who I am, you know the authority I carry, you know that the very Governor of this State has my back ... are you really, honestly, going to stop me from going into that room?"

"It's not you, Sir, its the lady. If her names not down she can't get in. Those are SADA Shovelli's orders." The young man said and to give him credit he looked right into Cole's eyes, not backing down.

Although Cole's expression didn't falter at all, he felt a cold creep into him. Was Laura here, now, in the hospital?! If she saw Emelia it was all over. With this many police around she would have to act seeing the head of a crime family here and now. Then he saw Jennifer behind Reynolds, her eyes going wide upon seeing Emelia.

"Let me put this as gently as I can, Officer Reynolds. This lady is a close personal friend of Camille, the poor woman in that hospital room. All she wants to do is give comfort and aid to a dear friend. I am vouching for her. Will you honestly stop her from looking out for her friend in a time of need?" Marcus lowered his voice a little, "If it makes you feel better you can tell anyone who asks that I ordered you to let her in and I take full responsibility for that decision."

Whether it was his pleading for the man to have compassion, or whether it was the fact that Cole was going to take responsibility, Reynolds straightened up a little more and looked down at his clipboard.

"Ok, Sir .... go on in."

"Thank you, Officer." Marcus slipped an arm around Emelia's waist and guided her past the cop and into the corridor where Jennifer stood. "What are you doing here?"

They both asked at the same time. Normally that might get a laugh, but not tonight.

"Are you crazy?!" Kennedy hissed looking at Emelia. "If any of these bozzo's recognise Emelia you are dead .... we're all dead!"

"Then lets get inside the room quick, huh?" Marcus replied opening the door and walking in with a nod to the two guards.

Gale got to his feet upon seeing Cole, the nurse in the room looked up and frowned, annoyed that people wouldn't let the injured woman in her care rest, but she had been told to let the police have access to Camille so she gathered her things and left the room closing the door.

"Officer Gale Harmon, this is Officer Jennifer Kennedy" Cole made quick introductions, tactfully leaving out Emelia, though it was obvious from Gale's face he recognised Jen. But Marcus was now focused on Camille, and so was Emelia.

Both moved to the woman who was laying in bed, her facial wounds had been treated and she had been given a sedative, but she tried to smile upon seeing everyone push into her room. Emelia immediately started to cry as she wrapped her arms around the beautiful black woman, whispering how she was so sorry this had all happened to her. Cole moved to the other side of the bed and sat on it, taking Camille's hand in his and squeezing it slight.

"Who's the lady?" Gale asked in a whisper to Jennifer as they watched the tearful reunion.

"She's, um ... a close friend of Camille's" Kennedy replied figuring it was the truth after all.

Just then the door opened once more. "Marcus? I was just told you were ....."

Laura Shovelli was smiling when she entered the room, but as the door slowly closed behind her her expression changed. Her eyes widened, the smile vanished and shock followed quickly by anger took a hold.

"What the fuck is she doing here?!"
 
Kitty with Teddy at her apartment:

As they were beginning, Teddy was wondering whether or not Kitty had ever partaken of anal sex. If she'd known what was going through his head, she would have laughed. There was very little sexual of which Kitty hadn't partaken at some point in her life.

Oh, she would never tell him that, of course. Her past was hers to bear. She treasured very little of it, so really, she would never have burdened Teddy with it even if he asked. She was in love with him, even if she hadn't told him so yet.

Yeah, yeah, she still hadn't spoken the words. Those three words put together in that familiar form were next to impossible for her. She'd wanted to say they so often to Teddy, often while they were fucking or had just finished doing so.

Kitty would never say I love you while his cock was inside her; she would never say I love you while she was coming down from one of her wondrous orgasms while in his arms. Ironically, when they weren't making love, her mind was too consumed with other things to allow her to first relax, then consider what he meant to her, then ultimately look him in the eyes, smile, and say softly and sincerely ... I love you.

At the moment, her mind was on relaxing, but for an obviously different reason. Kitty felt Teddy's cock playing at her hole, then felt its bulbous head push through her tightened sphincter. Her instinctive reaction was to tense, which grasped his cock vise-like for a moment as the entirety of her body also tensed.

Then, Kitty relaxed and freed her control on him, and over the next few seconds his well lubed shaft began its slow, respectfully careful entry deeper into her ass. Teddy moaned, "Ohhhh, oh fuck."

She arched her back, pushing her ass back at him in both an invitation to continue sinking into her and an attempt to redirect his head to just the spot she wanted him to touch. At the same time, Kitty reached a hand over her shoulder to clutch at the back of Teddy's neck, purring to him, "It's okay ... keep going.

As he grasped her hips and pulled their bodies together, his cock finally disappearing almost fully into her, he moaned, "So tight ... so warm, tight .... perfect."

Perfect was the word Kitty was thinking, too. She loved anal. She hadn't the first few times she'd partaken of it; it had been uncomfortable, sometimes painful, and the men doing it to her had seldom cared whether or not she was enjoying it, let alone surviving it.

But then, after dating an older man for almost a year, a man who'd been very caring about her in every way -- a man she would have married him if he hadn't already been married -- Kitty learned the joys of anal at his tender, caring hands. She'd learned that women had an A-Spot, medically named the anterior fornix erogenous, not that even she herself remembered that. And she'd learned that when touched, when stimulated in just the right way with just the right amount of pressure, it delivered to her an explosion of euphoria that she'd never believed possible.

In all her years after that one caring man, Kitty had never again wanted to enjoy that pleasure with another human being, be it a man with the perfect cock or a women with a perfectly-sized toy. It would have seemed ironic to most people to hear Kitty express that feeling: I don't want to enjoy MY greatest orgasm with you, to share MY orgasm, because I don't love you enough to let you witness MY orgasm.

But then, Kitty was often an irony to others, a question mark.

"You ok, Kitty," Teddy asked as he held still, deep inside her ass. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"
She turned her face to him, using her hand to turn his to her, and kissed him, softly but passionately. When their lips parted, she whispered, barely audible over the splashing sound of the shower water upon them, "It's wonderful. Or ... it will be in a moment..."

She shifted her feet a bit, reached her hand from Teddy's neck to his lower back, and spent the next minute or so giving him precise instructions, followed by loving critique, on what to do with his thick cock in her tight hole. He followed her instructions perfectly; Kitty admired her young and attentive lover for the dedication, for the attention to detail he'd always given when his first and only lover -- or so she still believed -- was engaged with her in this way.

And then, suddenly, like a chill overwhelming your body when sometime exciting happened or you stepped out into the cold, Kitty's entire body trembled down to the core. She blurted out loudly, "There! There! Don't ... don't move ... right ... oh, God ... there!.

Kitty herself manipulated her body as it surrounded Teddy's cock while simultaneously demanding that he did nothing ... and then she cried out in ecstasy at the incredible pleasure that she'd only felt one other time in her life. After that, Kitty lost track of time; the euphoria overwhelmed her, swirling her mind, shaking her visibly enough for Teddy to certainly know she was trapped in an extended orgasm, a climax that was more a long, wide plateau of lasting pleasure than simply a peak.

Just as quickly as Kitty had entered that altered state, she eventually left it. She couldn't know how long she'd been overwhelmed by the sensations exploding through her, but it had surely been many, many minutes as indicated by the fact that the water still splashing on the pair of lovers was quickly nearly uncomfortable coldness.

Kitty's body continued to tremble deep to the core, with her breathing quick and short. She opened her eyes to look to Teddy, then laughed in delight. She moaned simply, "Wow."

Then, reaching a hand to his lower back again and moving her buttocks forward, then back, she told him, "Cum in me. Cum in me, lover."
 
Teddy's love for Kitty wasn't just emotional, it was physical. Every part of his being, it seemed to him, was in love with her, wanted her, needed her. He was addicted to her touch, smell, look, voice, eyes ... he would never, ever do something that would hurt her unless she so asked him to. This made him perhaps the perfect lover. He listened to her words and instructions, he obeyed them, he took his time, watched her body movements and vocal responses to see what felt good to her and what did not. For some women that might of been boring. Some prefer a man to take charge, to use them, to ride them like an animal and for sure there had been times when it seemed that's what got Kitty off, but the fact that the young man, so recently a virgin, could adapt and please her at any speed was a testament to how he felt about her.

So when she seemed to almost implode with pleasure he was a little taken aback for a moment. He paused in his movement as her entire body shook, went rigid and he wasn't entirely sure she hadn't stopped breathing there for a moment. He could feel her ass gripping his thick cock, milking it in waves at ripples of delight ran up and down her anus. He could see her long fingers which ended in those talons of hers that could bring both joy and pain curl into fists on the shower wall. He begun to fuck her again after a few seconds and as he did with each thrust inside her Kitty's body seemed to arch, push back hard and continue its quivering, panting need for more .... so he gave her more.

If they hadn't already been in the shower he was certain they would both be drenched anyway in sweat. This was a work out that he could really get used to, in fact he had given up going to the gym because the amount of sex he had with Kitty left him feeling both elated and drained. Though he did try to keep up his morning jogs in the park and along the river. How long they kept this up he had no idea, time seemed to become irrelevant now. All that mattered was the joy they gave each other, everything had focused down to this shower. So when Kitty looked around at him with a 'Wow' all he could do was smile.

"Cum in me. Cum in me, lover." She instructed the young man as her fingers found the firm roundness of his ass cheek, pulling him into her more.

As awaiting her command he felt his balls tightening up, his cock seemed to thicken even more as his fingertips dug into her hips and his head fell back. His eyes closed tight and with a deep guttural growl his hips rammed into her one last time and stayed there as his legs trembled and his cock begun to shot his cum deep inside his lover. Somehow he managed to stay standing, locking his knees. before finally laying slowly over Kitty's back as he kissed her neck and shoulders.

"I know this is heaven, it has to be, because nothing else could be this good." He whispered in her ear.

Finally back in command of his body he pulled from her, feeling the now cooling shower water making him shiver as it hit his chest and groin. He stepped from the shower onto the bathroom carpet and reached back in. With a grin he pulled Kitty into his arms and picked her up as if she weighed nothing at all. And right then she didn't. He felt so incredibly powerful, so unstoppable. Carefully he walked from the bathroom making very sure Kitty's head and feet didn't touch the doorframe before walking to the bed and gently laying her on the sheets, still wet from the shower. He just stood there looking down at her, like a pirate who had just pillaged the most treasure laden ship in history. He slid up on the bed behind her and curled up against her, kissing her shoulders again and just sighing in happiness to be this close to the woman he loved. In fact so out of it was he that he didn't hear his and then Kitty's phones beeping message alerts for a few seconds. When he did he moaned in annoyance and grabbed his, looking at the message.

"Oh, fuck!" He said softly.
 
Camille's hospital room: Jennifer, Marcus, Emelia, Gale ... and oh fuck, Laura Shovelli:

Everyone in the room turned their eyes toward the door as it opened, revealing the Senior Assistant District Attorney for Organized Crime. Laura Shovelli was the last person that anyone wanted to see at this moment in time, except perhaps Gale Harmons, who had no idea of either the identity of the woman comforting Camille nor the reason why anyone wouldn't want Laura to find her here.

After a moment of staring in shock, the Prosecutor growled, "What the fuck is she doing here?!"

Laura looked between the others in the room, looking for both an answer from anyone ready to speak up and for their individual reactions to her finding the Donna of the D'Angelo Crime Family sitting here in this room at this moment.

And yet, initially, there was silence. Looking to Marcus, she repeated her question but with a tiny bit more emphasis: "WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING HERE!?!"
 
Marcus couldn't think of anything to say, seeing Laura scared the shit out of him, he could see the same reaction on Jennifer's face, but Emelia's was unreadable, she sat next to Camille who was looking at everyone as if wondering what was happening.

"Laura, calm down, please." Cole finally managed to get out. "Please don't make a scene and I'll explain it all. Ms. DeAngelo is the reason the Untouchables exist. She came to me months back with an offer. She wanted her family to go straight, her father wanted that too, but they knew they couldn't as long as the other families existed in Capitol City. She asked for my help in taking them down so that she could divest her family of anything illegal. She wanted an end to the violence. I agreed to help her, which is why I came to you with the offer to take down Senator Davis, we needed someone in authority to back us, to give us legal cover."

He paused looking around the room at everyone, then at Camille, his eyes showing her how much he was sorry and how much he cared about her. Then he looked back at Laura.

"I know you can't understand it all right now, but you have to admit we have done good, yes? And Emelia has been helping us to do that. In fact without her help we wouldn't have found Chief Slattery, or even know about that drug sale on the docks that night. Do you see? Emelia wants nothing more than to bring crime to its knees in this city."
 
The Hospital Room

"Laura, calm down, please," Marcus said, breaking the very awkward, very stressful silence. He explained the chain of events that had led to this moment, ending, "Do you see? Emelia wants nothing more than to bring crime to its knees in this city."

The Prosecutor was stunned; her mouth was literally hanging open. Again, she glanced around the room for some sort of ... well ... Laura didn't exactly know for what she was looking.

Emelia stepped back from the bed to pass around Gale, ready to add something to the conversation -- only to stop short when Laura looked at her with a hard expression and an extended index finger that was screaming out not yet ... not now.

Laura took a step closer to Marcus, leaning in to say softly, "I'd like to speak with you in private, please."

Before he could respond she reached out to grab the lapel of his jacket, pulling him with her to and through the open door of the private room's bathroom. She threw the door shut, which turned out to be a bit comical as it hit the jamb so hard that it flew back open halfway before she repeated the slam ... which caused it to open a bit more again. Finally, after the third time, in which she kept hold of it until it stayed shut, she flicked the lock shut and made eye contact with Marcus.

Laura opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She closed it, opened it again, closed it again ... and finally said in a soft tone filled with concern, "How did you think this was going to work...? How can you ... how am I...?"

She went quiet again; she was close to collapse over this twist. Finally, she whispered, "Do you have any idea ... the position you have put me in?"
 
"Yes."

It was a simple answer, a truthful answer, and Laura deserved nothing more at this time than the complete truth. He could see how badly this was effecting her and his heart went out to the beautiful and brave SADA. She never asked for this.

"I'm sorry, and I know that means next to nothing. But please believe I never set out to hurt you. I needed an ally in the justice department, someone I knew I could trust, someone I knew wasn't corrupted or would turn their back when a fight was coming. You were my only choice ... if that means anything to you right now." He moved a little closer, gently taking her hands in his. "You have been a beacon of honesty in this corrupt and sick city. I needed you to have my back, and you have." He looked from her face for a moment, taking a deep breath. "My people knew when they signed up who they would be working with. Some had reservations, but they have all now learnt to trust Ms. D'Angelo. She has never guided us wrong, and has put herself, her family and her entire livelihood in danger to come to me with this idea, this quest of hers. If you want to lay the guilt anywhere then lay it at my feet, not my teams. They have only done what they thought was right. They are good people, and I think you know that, Laura."

He turned away letting her hands go as he put some distance between them.

"I have lied to you, yes, I kept the truth from you, yes, I have put your entire career in danger, yes .... and I am sorry. I know now I should of come to you sooner, but ... I suppose I felt if we could get some arrests, some good under our belts then when I finally explained you would see how well this is working. I have nothing else to say in my defence, but if you need me to resign I will."
 
Laura and Marcus ... and Emelia (in Camille's hospital room):

Marcus continued his explanation, reaching the point where he said, "I know now I should of come to you sooner."

"Ya think?" Laura snapped.

He continued by explaining that he'd hoped to score some points before explaining the collaboration with Emelia, then said, "I have nothing else to say in my defence, but if you need me to resign I will."

Laura couldn't help but give out a big guffaw at that. Even knowing what she did now, she knew that the Governor's Task Force on Organized Crime was finished without the leadership of Marcus Cole. She turned away from him, knowing she wanted to say something more but not knowing what that would be.

She stared at him for a long moment, then unlocked and opened the door. Passing back out into the room, Laura found every set of eyes firmly on her. She looked to Gale -- the only person here who actually worked directly for her -- and said with a calm voice, "Officer Harmon, will you please find me a room where I can speak to Miss D'Angelo and Detective Cole privately?"

"Yes, ma'am," the cop said without hesitation, heading out to accomplish his task.

Laura studied the others a moment, finally setting her eyes firmly on Emelia. She was still in total dismay over this new revelation and had no idea yet what she was going to say to the Donna of the D'Angelo Crime Family. While they waited on Gale, though, Laura moved to the side of the bed opposite Emelia and, again, shared her feelings with Camille about the attack, as well as what her office was going to do for her.

"I think I'm going to be just fine," Camille said. She could see a bit of surprise in Laura's face and began to explain, "Emelia told me when this all first began that she would--"

"Maybe...!" the Donna cut the woman off with a single, emphasized word before continuing, "...this would be better spoken of at another time."

There was more about this collaboration of which the SADA was unaware than the simple fact that it existed. She really didn't think it was appropriate for Camille or any of the Untouchables to know that Emelia had put $1 million in overseas bank accounts for each of the Untouchables -- and, of course, Camille -- to ensure that whatever happened to them during their quest, they and/or their families would be taken care of for decades to come.

Camille went silent, just smiling up at Laura; Laura, for her part, glared at Emelia, knowing that something fishy was going on. Still, she said nothing more, and when Gale returned to announce that he'd found a room just down the hall, Laura headed for the exit, saying over her shoulder, "Detective Cole ... Miss D'Angelo ... if you don't mind."

Out in the hall, Laura looked about for people who might recognize Emelia and wonder what the fuck. She saw no one other than her own people from the Prosecutor's Office, the posted Uniforms, and the medical staff. Ten paces down the hall, she entered the room to which Gale gestured her, waited for the others, and was about to speak when the other woman beat her to it.

"I'm going to make you the most famous Prosecutor in the country," Emelia stated with firm confidence. When Laura only stared at her, the Donna continued while looking between Laura and Marcus, "I'm going to help you wipe out Organized Crime in Capital City ... every Family ... every street gang ... and at the end of it all, if you need it to shed this dirtiness that you are feeling simply by being in this room with me ... I'll give you my written confession for having personally put a bullet through the brain of Giovanni D'Amato."

She studied the other woman as Laura also Emelia, then looked to Marcus for his reaction; his Untouchables -- Jennifer and Kitty -- had never told him that they'd personally seen Emelia end her chief rival's life with a 9mm bullet to his forehead.

"I have no problem going to jail when this is all through," Emelia said with a soft voice to Marcus, then looking to Laura, said, "It that is what you need to let Marcus and I -- Marcus and I and you -- continue with this ... then I agree to whatever terms you put to me."

Another staring contest went on for several seconds, ending only when Laura looked to Marcus and asked, "Well ... what now?"
 
Kitty and Teddy fucking in the shower:

When his cock erupted and began spewing cum deep inside her ass, Kitty giggled almost child-like. The feeling of his shaft jerking at her sphincter was somehow even more noticeable and enjoyable than when he came in her pussy, and -- honestly -- it seemed to tickle a bit, which was odd as she'd never known that to happen before.

Soon, they were on her bed, staining the comforter with their still-wet bodies. Kitty was so zapped by the extended orgasm Teddy had caused her that she was ready to pull the top piece of bedding over them and sleep in the wet spot.

But both of their phones vibrated side by side on the lamp table, leading Teddy to exclaim softly, "Oh, fuck!"

Kitty looked to him, found him reading, and asked, "What?"

She wasn't sure whether Teddy was still reading or re-reading; she rolled to snatch up her own phone and read, immediately following up her lover's exclamation with, "Oh, this is bad."

There were actually two messages. One was a text Jennifer and read: Camille raped. CG Trauma Ward. We are all here. Come quick. BTW, Emelia and Shovelli here together.

The second message was a link to a Channel 4 News online Special Report. Kitty only skimmed for the details, speaking them aloud for herself as much as for Teddy, who likely had already read through it once, "Davis is dead ... shot in his office ... another unidentified male ... possible sexual attack..."

Kitty looked to Teddy with panic in her eyes. Knowing that he was thinking the same thing, she asked about Camille, "What the fuck did she do?" Then quickly, she added as she leapt off the bed to search for clothes, "We gotta go."
 
Laura and Marcus ... and Emelia

"I'm going to make you the most famous Prosecutor in the country," Emelia stated with firm confidence. When Laura only stared at her, the Donna continued while looking between Laura and Marcus, "I'm going to help you wipe out Organized Crime in Capital City ... every Family ... every street gang ... and at the end of it all, if you need it to shed this dirtiness that you are feeling simply by being in this room with me ... I'll give you my written confession for having personally put a bullet through the brain of Giovanni D'Amato."

Marcus had no idea what to add to what he had already told Laura, but when she indicated she wanted to talk to him and Emelia alone a flash of hope kindled. He didn't know why, he wouldn't have been able to explain it, but perhaps with the three of them alone they could hammer out something where everyone won. What he hadn't expected was the opening salvo from Emelia. He had nodded in agreement at her statement that by the time this was over Laura would be the most famous prosecutor in the country, it was a hard fact. If everything went the way he hoped, as Emelia hoped, then Shovelli would be on her way to a judges robe and then maybe, eventually, to the Supreme Court? Unless she had political ambitions of course. Either way it would be one hell of a foundation to build from.

What he hadn't expected was her confession that she had murdered Giovanni D'Amato. His head snapped around when he heard that, his eyes widening a little. If Laura noticed then it would be obvious that Cole had no idea that this had happened. Marcus quickly got control again though as he remembered seeing Enzo D'Angelo laying dead in his bed with a bullet hole in his head. Italians were renowned for their passion, both in love and hate. Was he really shocked that after getting the man who had ordered her fathers death, Emelia had shot him? No, and if he were honest with himself he had known that would be how it turned out.

"I have no problem going to jail when this is all through," Emelia said with a soft voice to Marcus, then looking to Laura, said, "It that is what you need to let Marcus and I -- Marcus and I and you -- continue with this ... then I agree to whatever terms you put to me."

He didn't react to that statement, though he knew that by any means necessary he would make sure Emelia stayed out of jail, that just wasn't going to happen, but him jumping to her defence right now, in front of Laura, would just muddy the waters and seem like he cared more about the Donna than the crime enforcement issue ... which he did. As Laura asked him what now, he gave it a moments thought.

"Right now, other than you now knowing about Emelia's involvement nothing else has changed, correct?" He led with quietly, thinking over his words carefully. "Laura, if you can find it in yourself to go along with this then we will continue as if its business as usual for the Untouchables. We'll keep kicking ass and taking names for you to prosecute through the courts. I know your trial list is already a mile long." He offered a small smile at that, it was a rather big understatement. "But with Emelia's continued help we can keep adding to it. She wasn't exaggerating when she said you would become famous, and I think you know that. Just think what you could do with that fame, the good you could do?" He glanced at Emelia before continuing. "I suppose it comes down to the age old question, how many good deeds can wipe the slate of a lifetime of bad ones. Emelia is seeking to wipe the red from her slate, from her families slate. She want's to use her power and connections to bring the criminals in this city to their knees."

He stopped, letting that sink in as he started to pace a little.

"I will stand with Ms. D'Angelo, I know her word is true and her heart good. And if I go out there and bring the rest of my team in here you'll get the same reaction from them. As for what happens next? Every arrest we have made was a good, solid arrest, ones you know can win on. We make sure that we follow the rules when we bring these people in. No technicalities for their lawyers to weasel them free on. Each is rock solid. Did we get the information to make those arrests from a suspected crime family boss ...? Yes, we did. Does that make the arrests any less valid? No, it does not. You, yourself, are safe here, and so is the Governor. I'll go on record if you want saying I didn't let either of you know about Emelia when you created the Untouchables. You both have a safety net. The only ones who will fall if this comes out are me and Emelia. That's it." He shrugged. "Now it's down to you SADA Shovelli. What do you want to do now?"
 
Laura, Marcus, and Emelia at the Hospital

"Right now, other than you now knowing about Emelia's involvement," Marcus began his response to Laura asking what now, "nothing else has changed, correct?"

She stared at him with wide eyes. She replied sarcastically using a historical reference, "Right now, other than dropping two bombs on Japanese cities, nothing has changed, correct?"

Laura looked between the others, saying, "Of course this changes everything!"

Marcus talked sincerely about what his Untouchables had accomplished. He was spot on there: in the nearly 4 months that Marcus's people had been active, Laura's Grand Juries had sent down over 1,000 indictments against almost 200 alleged criminals, and that number would only continue to increase -- possibly exponentially -- as time went on.
"She wasn't exaggerating," he continued, speaking of Emelia's claim, "when she said you would become famous, and I think you know that."

Laura had always had ambitions, of course; most women in her profession were ambitious, often even more so than the men alongside whom they worked. The Governor's Task Force on Organized Crime was going to be a major driving force in that ambition, obviously, so long as one thing remained the same as it had been this morning: no one had known that she was working with Donna Emelia D'Angelo ... even Laura herself.

"What do you want to do now?" Marcus asked, tossing Laura's own question back at her.

She considered his inquiry for a moment ... then a moment more without answer. Finally, Laura looked to Emelia, saying, "I can't be seen with you."

"I understand," Emelia answered without hesitation.

"I can't be seen with you!" Laura stressed more firmly. "This isn't about my career, though ... if it gets out that--"

"I understand," Emelia said again, her tone sincere. "If this gets out, everything that we've done so far will be for naught."

"It's all or nothing," Laura filled in. "Eliminating the D'Amatos won't mean anything. The other Families--"

"Including mine," Emelia cut her off. She knew what the SADA was thinking.

"The other Families will simply fill the void," Laura concluded her thought.

"It won't get out," Emelia reassured the other woman, adding, "Not from my people."

Both women looked to Marcus for his reply, presuming he had one. Even if he didn't respond verbally, they both knew what his answer would be: Not from my people, either.

Laura looked to Emelia for a long moment, then said with an unwavering tone, "I'm going to work with Detective Cole. Detective Cole is going to work with you. You and I ... we will not work together. After I leave this room ... you and I will never meet face to face again."

"I understand," Emelia said yet again.

Laura could be as firm about this as she wanted, and Emelia could agree to it all day long. But neither of them could know that they would, in fact, see each other multiple times over the months to come.

"I won't ask you what the two of you are doing," Laura said to Marcus. "If you feel that I need to know where your information is coming from ... information from Miss D'Angelo ... then ... fine ... tell me. But I don't want to know anything that I don't need to know. Understand?"

Laura looked to the Donna again, considered her words, and continued, "I don't mean to offend you ... I don't mean to sound unappreciative ... I mean that, really. But..." She drew, held, and released a deep breath, and finished, "Emelia ... I understand what you've done ... and I understand what you're offering to do ... and I want you to know that I do appreciate that."

"Thank you, Laura," Emelia said, risking that Miss Shovelli would be comfortable with her using the Prosecutor's given name in this instance. "I need to get back to Camille."

The Donna turned for the door, but stopped short when Laura continued, "I will charge you for Giovanni D'Amato's murder..."

When Emelia turned back to the other woman, Laura clarified, "...if you betray us in any way." They stared at each other a moment. Then Laura finished with a short and simple, "If."

"I would expect you to," Emelia said with a sincere tone. She looked to Marcus, gave him a slight smile, then leaving said, "Come see Camille before you leave. She would want to see you."

Emelia knew, of course, that the two of them had once been lovers. She didn't know that that affair had ended weeks earlier and that Camille had moved on to a new Untouchable, not that it would have really mattered to Emelia one way or the other. She had her own feelings for Marcus that she hoped would one day take physical form.

After the Donna was gone, Laura immediately told Marcus with a firm tone, "Don't fuck me on this, Detective."
 
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