Detective Renfro

He wakes up in the morning Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling Never changes a thing The week ends the week begins 

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House of Ill Repute: Sasha & Open

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Granted a sober Sasha would’ve never made a deceleration of a pathetic prophetic fate, but the shine seemed to have loosened her lips. Come tomorrow as staff recounted her little spectacle she would likely play it off with a laugh, but internally would cringe with embarrassment. After all when you’re the daughter of a Ukrainian crime lord, weakness wasn’t something you displayed openly. Tomorrow would be more of the same, and she would most likely be just as trapped as she felt an hour ago, but forthe moment she felt liberated standing on the top bar being the center of the rowdy atmosphere. The woman was utterly oblivious at the potential predicament she put herself in with her little confession. As far as she was concerned those pulling at her skirts only wish to assist her safely down, and was utterly clueless that anyone would have ill intention until she felt a hand travel up her calf under her skirt. The shock of the act was enough to throw her off the balance, luckily there was a steady hand at her hip to keep her from falling, or so she thought until she was being pulled off the bar top.

There was a moment of panic until she recognized him from the sheriff’s office. They had met prior during one of her visits in an attempt to garner Walen’s attention. She tried to recall his name, but  came up with nothing. Perhaps she had been to distracted by trying to ply the sheriff with compliments to have cared to remembered. His name wasn’t the only thing which she had missed; those eyes of his were as blue as a clear sky on a July day. Being only inches away she found them startling, and dropped her jaw just as he began to yell. Utterly confused she asked, “Are you upset with me?” Letting her arm drape loosely around him the soft hair on the back of his neck tickled her skin. Noticing the wet mark on his face she lifted her hand and cupped his cheek before clumsily wiping it away. She could’ve sworn his neck radiated warmth, and for a moment she stared at his lips.She couldn’t help, but think she found herself immersed in one of those books she so loved. It wan’ts too far a leap considering she found herself tucked in the arms of handsome man.

The words tumbled from him so sweetly as he spoke of virtue and purity. Words that had no place in a whore house. Giving thought to his words she looked away briefly to glance around before she gently shook her head and gazing back into those unbelievable eyes of his. “No, I beg your pardon sir- but I respectively must disagree. I can assure you that even if stood on top of that bar without a stitch of thread to cover my bare behind there would be bloodshed before anyone dared to touch my pu-” she intentionally paused and playfully bit her lower lip before she finished, “purity.”  Knowing this sweet dalliance of a moment would come to end shortly she leaned lifting her lips close to his ear and spoke softly.  “Thank you kind sir for the assistance, but it would be in your best interest that you put me down before my father see us.” No sooner did she utter the last word a scream cut thorough the room. Pandemonium broke out all around them, scared by the sudden commotion she instinctively clung to his well built shoulders.   

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Ryan knew all eyes were watching him. When someone like Sasha had a father like Pavlo Terasenko you didn’t make a scene of holding on to his daughter for too long. In a crowd like this rumors would get started pretty easy. She slurred her question and Ryan was looking around for her father, confused by her speech. Why would a girl like her scream something like that in front of a crowd of horny old men? From what Ryan was told when he agreed to be a deputy in Canyon Diablo was her father and his business partner sold virgins to the highest bidder. Was it not possible for him to get so angry that he would sell her off the way Ivan treated his sister? Ryan hadn’t even realized that Oxana was a relation until it was pointed out to him.

“Mad? What? No, but you need to not say things like that. You know, you might anger people,” he lowered his voice so the bartender didn’t accuse him of talking shit about Pavlo. Sasha was looking deep in to Ryan’s eyes and he could feel the heat rising up from under his collar. It had been a good many years since he’d known the touch of a woman. Amazing what the war did to separate people from having anything real in their lives. His eyes grew as wide as a saucer when she almost said something very unlady-like; breathing a sigh of relief when Sasha caught herself and changed her thought to purity. She was very naïve to think these men would just leave her alone. Not all of them knew of her father or his reputation. All it would take is one moment in the shadows and she would never be the same. He’d seen it in war and really didn’t care to see it in the town he had the unfortunate of calling home.

Her reminder brought Ryan crashing back to reality. He knew he needed to set her down and yet he still had his arms wrapped around her. Coughing, he let his arms drop sort of propping the young woman against the bar rail so she wouldn’t topple over. He could smell the liquor on her. The poor girl was going to have a hell of a hangover in the morning. “Right. Father. Listen, Miss Sasha, you might want to stay here tonight? Maybe sleep this off in one of the rooms upstairs? It is just a thought.”

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House of Ill Repute: Sasha & Open

As of late each day seemed to grow longer, or so it seemed to the young woman who seemed stuck in a unique circumstance. Being the daughter of one of the men, who practically ran the small town came with many privileges, but also held a certain burden as well. Granted she was loyal to a fault as far as her family was concerned, but she also felt the weight of being born the wrong gender. The epiphany struck years ago that the only intention her father had was for her to be kept. The thought had never set well with the young woman who inherited a tad of her fathers entrepreneurial itch. Growing up she spent a considerate amount of time dreaming up plans on how to improve things around their desolate location, and why everyone indulged her enough to listen nothing would ever come of it. Eventually she stopped discussing her schemes all together, and instead made small talk mimicking the behavior of young women she read about in the dime store books.    

In time she resigned to the fact she would suffer the same fate as most women, and marry. In the last few years she took pride in appearance making sure to always being wearing the latest of fashion with hair that was always perfectly curled and pinned. She’d mistakenly thought gentleman would come calling never taking into consideration that most were too scared to even glance at her for too long.  After a heart-to-heart conversation with Zaniah she finally figured out maybe her dreams from adolescences weren’t too far off as she slowly accepted no male in his right mind would ask for her hand. Putting away the dreams conjured by the Gothic novels she read; she instead concentrated on studying Zaniah in hopes of becoming a Madame. Each day seemed like the day before until Walen Tate showed up. Suddenly all those silly young girl notions came swirling back into her head; however like every other man within a fifty mile radius he was immune to her feminine charms.

It was on that note she walked behind the bar and grabbed a jar of homemade shine, and quietly nursed it in the corner stool watching as others cavorted freely. Sasha felt chained to the circumstance of her last name, and with each passing sip she grew both inebriated and resentful. After watching another whore lead a john up the stairs the bitterness and irony dug in deep. Unable to still her thoughts she gripped the bar pulling herself up onto the lacquered top taking out a few patrons mugs on her way up. Straightening her tangled- liquored-soaked skirt she shook her head as slapped at the hands of those gesturing her to get down. Staring down the piano player she yelled over the crowd, “Otis cut it.” The man stopped mid measure as the hall slowly turned their attention to petite blonde swaying on top of the bar. Lifting her head triumphantly she smiled wide before making her grand testimonial. 

 “Ladies and gentleman of Canyon Diablo do you not see the irony of circumstanced th-thrusted upon me by life,” the liquor causing her slur a tad. Bending over she grabbed a random glass realizing she must have kicked over the jar of shine upon standing. “Please everyone raise a glass to the insufferable irony of my life. I’ve spent almost my entire existence confined within these walls. Listening to the pant of lust filled parched men, and the moans of  wanton women-do not fool yourselves they were mostly faked moans. I’ve heard and seen things would cause most men to blush,” suddenly she spotted Franklin the town deviant who was rumored to take up with barn animals, and she let out a small hiccup, “Well maybe not you Franklin because we all know, but most men anyways. “ Loosing her train of thought she stammered shaking her head collecting herself. “Right…so to no further avail. Let’s drink to the fact that despite being raised in a house of ill repute I will mostly likely die a virgin.”  With the last statement she took down a mouthful of ale scrunching her face at the bitterness before tossing the glass behind the bar shattering it. Feeling someone pull at her skirt she looked down horrified and yelled, “Wh-what the fuck!” As she began to lose her balance.  

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Ryan Renfro had led a charmed life. He and his older brother James grew up in Ohio and were from a good family. Raised on a tobacco farm when the call for troops was made the Renfro boys stepped up and fought for the Union. Ryan and James both served well; being given land after their service was over but once they received a telegram from a dear friend they closed up their homesteads and headed out to Arizona. Upon arriving in Canyon Diablo the brothers were deputized immediately and the sheriff filled them in on the history of the town. The first sheriff was shot and killed after 5 hours of service so to avoid his death, Walen Lambert brought in his brother, Tate, and the Renfro boys as deputies to show Ivan Mazur and Pavlo Terasenko he was serious.

It is true that the men who ran the local brothel could have simply killed all four men but Ivan and Pavlo must have been intrigued by the action and did not harm or even threaten to harm the new lawmen. They did; however, make an attempt to place them on their payroll. For now there was a standoff and things were running smoothly. The only arrests they’d had to make were tussles out where the bridge was being constructed, some locals being thrown in to the drunk tank overnight, a horse thief and the local man Franklin Cutbank for trespassing in someone’s cow pens.

Tonight Ryan had the task of keeping an eye on the folks in the Top Hat Saloon. Of the two bars in town this one did more business due to the brothel and some nights would get pretty rowdy. Tonight felt like it was going to be mellow – that was until none other than Sasha Terasenko, the only daughter of businessman Pavlo Terasenko started breaking glasses and spilling drinks to climb up on the bar and give a rousing speech about her virginity. Ryan hopped to his feet and pushed his way through the forming crowd. Some were cheering her on and raising their drinks, others were pawing at her – not that she noticed in her drunken state. All Ryan knew was Pavlo would be none too happy if Ryan sat there and did nothing.

The tiny blonde swatted at him a few times not even realizing who she was shooing away. He squinted as ale few off the glass, splashing him in the eye after she’d downed it as if she were one of the men in the saloon. Enough was enough. Ryan reached up and grabbed her dress as near her hip as he could and jerked her off the bar in to his arms. She was a tiny little thing but he didn’t want there to any confusion about is motivation. “Sasha! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Initially his voice was raised but he quickly lowered it looking around at the crowd. The men in Canyon Diablo could be like wolves and spouting off that she was a virgin was not a good thing. Her father sold virgins to the highest bidder. “You don’t really want to advertise that here, Miss. The men here don’t need to know a thing about your,” he paused and took a breath feeling the heat rising around his collar, “purity.”

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Ryan is now part of my indie blog (x). He will be multi-verse and multi-ship. In his main verse he is a do-gooder homicide detective following in his big brother’s footsteps. He will also have a western verse and we’re open to others as well!

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Broken Wing || Maja & Ryan

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Every day that Maja had to work was a hard day, she loathed the life she was forced into and didn’t have the strength to get out of.  The hands that held her down and controlled her were too strong and after so many years under abuse she had long lost the willpower to fight them.  She took the jobs she was told and paid when she was supposed to, unless it was another night she was taken in by the police and made to spend the night in a cell.  It seemed Maja had a huge target painted on her, they all knew what she did but never caught her in the act so they hauled her off the street to prevent her from committing a crime but it also got her in lots of trouble.  Missed appointments were bad, lost money was worse, and if she hadn’t had Ashlin to cover for her on those nights then who knows what the fate of the Swedish woman would’ve been.  She had to begin soliciting in other areas, going outside of the usual zones to be able to pick up new clients or meet for appointments to get the cops off her back.

The first appointment of the evening would be her last.  The client was one of those that took rough as an open concept and by the time she snuck out of the hotel and called a cab, she could barely walk.  Maja felt pain rippling through her midsection, she had cleaned up the blood on her face but bruising and small cuts were visible, and her legs were shaking from the ache she felt between them.  The driver of the cab had to help her into the back seat and he had been adamant at first that he take her to a hospital – she whispered that would only make what he was seeing so much worse.  She gave him the detective’s address, the one she had seen a few time since he bought her breakfast and took her home after a night spent behind the bars at the station.  Ashlin was still out working and the last thing the very reserved woman wanted was to burden someone else, she knew she needed some kind of help and Ryan had been the only other nice hands she’d known.

Once pulled up to the curb at his house, the cabby helped her to the front door and rang the bell and all Maja could do was hope and wish that Ryan was home and not working by some chance.  When the door opened, she shamefully looked up at the detective, silently thankful for the cab driver with a heart of gold holding her up.  “I’m sorry…I-I didn’t know where else to go,” she choked out, her voice not an octave higher than a raspy whisper.

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Ryan was taking a much needed day off. His decision to move to Long Beach had be one long thought out and yet some days he felt a pull to leave and head back up north. He loved living near the beach but being a cop in Long Beach was way different than Modesto. Crime was the same everywhere he kept telling himself and that he was still helping people where he could. Part of his dilemma was the women in his life. Ryan always felt a need to be overprotective. Watching his mother brutally beaten while he was growing up gave him a perspective on how a man should act and behave. He’d always tried to be a gentleman and he felt the only time he’d gotten out of hand with a lady was when the lieutenant from Internal Affairs questioned him about his older brother.

Dating wasn’t going for him either. After a few dates with a beautiful blonde named Amerie, Ryan came to find out that she was also dating his friend Xavier. He wanted to argue but her point that there was never anything stated about being exclusive was accurate. No matter how old-fashioned Ryan was the rest of the world had moved on. Xavier seemed to really care about Amerie as well so Ryan backed out gracefully. There was nervousness in him about being overly serious because his last real relationship was back in Modesto and the woman was talking marriage way before Ryan was ready for that. When he told her they needed to slow down the two fought, he ended things and she became quit the little stalker.  She actually played a part in him moving to Long Beach when he did. It was never his intention to throw Rennie of as badly as he did.

When he heard a car pull up out front he paid no mind. The neighborhood he lived in was nicer and a lot of his neighbors appeared to shop online. There were a lot of deliveries during the day. He was a little shocked when his doorbell rang and further shocked to see a local cab driver holding a tired and bruised Maja in his arms. Jumping in to action, Ryan’s heart swelled at first with anger but not toward either of the people standing before him. The time spent with Maja, Ryan couldn’t figure out why she put herself through everything she did. She was beautiful and intelligent and yet she stayed in a job – legal or not p where her clientele were nothing but assholes. Ryan didn’t even hesitate. He scooped his arm under hers and gently pulled her from the cabbie waving a hand at him to step in to the house. Guiding her over to the nearest seat he put her down and grabbed his wallet from the desk to pay the man. At first he waved the payment off but Ryan knew that cab drivers didn’t make enough to be giving free rides to people. The man took the payment, which included a tip and smiled at the battered woman before leaving. After shutting the door, the cop moved slowly to not startle his guest and placed his wallet back on his desk and then slowly moved before her and crouched on to one knee.

“Please do not apologize for coming here. It’s fine, really.” He looked her over trying to not let his emotions get the better of him. No man should hurt a woman like this and yet she seemed to hook up with every jerk off in Los Angeles County. “Are you badly hurt? Do I need to take you to the hospital? Maja, were you raped?” His police instinct had kicked in to gear. Ryan didn’t mean to interrogate her and it niggled inside him that he was doing just that.

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Like The Wind || Maja & Ryan

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Life had been the furthest thing from fun or a cakewalk like it seemed to be for so many around her. She was judging without knowing but she saw so many seemingly happy people regularly and Maja wondered what it felt like.  It was something she’d lost sight of after her father died.  That was the beginning of the downward spiral her life would take and even when it all seemed to perk up when she was with Jeremy, it came crashing down and that saying about good things was proven to be true.  Even leaning against the rail, frustrated that her phone was dead and had no real way to get home after another night in a cell, she’d see it on passing faces.  The smiles and laughing about something, for her it was something she learned to fake to make her company feel better.

No matter what, even being set up with the nicest guy there was no real pleasure or enjoyment to be found from it.  It was something she had to do rather than wanted to and most times she was pushed and forced to give something she had once thought in her life was something only to be given in love.  Now sex was just as usual as pouring a cup of coffee, it was an expression of nothing beautiful or sacred, it was rough and painful and often left her in tears and bruises.  Maja was grateful for the arrests and nights in the slammer on one hand because she wouldn’t be forced to do anything, it wouldn’t be another night she sold a bit of her soul away.  She’d even sort of made friends with some of the officers, a few of them were pretty nice and others looked at her in that certain way.

Hearing him say her name brought a small smile to her lips, he had such a nice voice and for once her name sounded nice coming from a man’s mouth.  Maja was holding herself together, her body ached and was hungry and in need of proper rest.  She felt self-conscious with him looking at her and slipped on her light jacket, Ryan wasn’t some sleazy guy and she realized she looked like a thing of pity in front of him.  “Umm,” she brought her hand to her face, running her fingers along her cheekbone, bouncing on her feet a little which made her stop immediately. Wincing in slight pain and scolding herself internally.  Her hand went to her stomach absently, “Yeah I could eat.  I think I have enough cash to pay for myself if we go to Denny’s.” Maja knew Ryan said it was his treat and she was already in money trouble but she couldn’t accept so easily.  “I don’t want to impose on you or anything,” she stepped towards him and looked around for what would be his car in the direction he was heading.  “Can I use your phone too?  To call my roommate…she’s likely worried something might have happened.  I left her a message with my phone call but since my phone is dead we can’t reach each other and I don’t know if…” she smiled, “Sorry, I’m talking a lot.  I don’t usually do that.”

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Ryan hated seeing her looking so down. There was something about Maja that drew people to her and he couldn’t place it but at the same time he wasn’t sure it was his place to be anything more than a friend. He felt it was impolite to question why she was in the business she was in. Being paid to spend time with people could not be fulfilling and it was pretty clear to him – if no one else – that she was more than just a paid date. A few times he’d caught her in the station and she looked like she’d been roughed up. That was not what she signed up for he was sure. She was meek and soft spoken and it made her attractive but he would never violate the relationship they had because she trusted him and that needed to remain. If all the police treated her like meat of like a criminal she would never believe there were actually good cops out there.

He smiled when she asked about Denny’s. “Don’t be silly, Maja. I said my treat, I meant that.” His brows came together even though a smile ended up on his face. “We can go to Denny’s if you want. I was thinking Lou’s and no matter what it is still my treat.” Placing a hand on her arm he pointed her to the car and opened the door for her waiting until she was in safe before closing the door. “Sure you can use my phone. I have a charger too if you want to plug yours in, I mean if we have the same kind of phone.” He handed her his phone and pointed out the charger plugged in to the car lighter. It was the only thing the lighter was used for.

Ryan pulled out and headed toward the little diner. It had become a favorite place of his since he moved to Long Beach and he really enjoyed the coffee and the pie. “Are you okay, Maja?” Ryan asked softly as he drove. “You seem to be favoring that side of yours. Did you end up spending the night again?” He frowned having asked the question. He didn’t want her to feel bad and yet he really was curious. More so he wanted to know that she was being treated well. He’d heard rumors that certain officers were quite the pig with female arrestees. “Here we are.” Putting the car in park he looked over at her and gave her another smile. “I want you to promise me something though when we go inside. Promise me you won’t eat like a bird in there? Can you enjoy yourself?” 

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First Date | Ryan & Amerie

If anyone asked Ryan he would have told them he was a little nervous. He hadn’t been on a date in a long while and Amerie Reynolds was something else. He was surprised how quickly things had escalated between them and the exchanging of phone numbers was the furthest he’d gotten with a woman since he lived in Modesto. Ryan was not a ladies man. He was not a flirt at all and giving his number to a woman that was a stranger to him was certainly out of his comfort zone. He had rules that he lived by when it came to women because his biggest fear was turning in to his father. He was never going to let that happen.

Standing in front of the mirror he changed his outfit thinking the suit made him look too much like a cop and he wasn’t even sure what they were going to do that night. He’d asked her on a date not even sure she would say yes and when she did it threw him for a loop. Arriving at her place he knocked at the door in jeans and nice sweater. His hope was she would walk out and not invite him in. Explaining himself was a deal breaker for some women. Ryan was about as old fashioned as it got. He wouldn’t even kiss her good night on the first date. When she opened the door he smiled at how pretty she looked. “Good evening. You ready to go?”

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Like The Wind || Maja & Ryan

”Jävla kuksugare,” Maja cursed quietly in her native tongue when a passing officer accidentally bumped her with his shoulder.  The jerk to her body sent waves of pain through her, it wasn’t extreme, she was just sore and tired from a rough night.  It was the night before she spent last night in a cell at the police station, having been arrested yet again but also not charged.  A cell wasn’t a comfortable place to sleep and especially not when her body was already a little banged up.  Maja had just collected her things, which wasn’t much, just her purse and a light jacket to go over the small dress that was clinging to her slender frame, and was on her way out of the lobby.  Her pale blue eyes brimmed with tears and after stilling herself for a moment, letting the ache pass, she blinked them away and continued making her way out of the building.  Maja had a strange relationship with the PD, the arrests and the holds to not being charged, but also being somewhat friendly with the personnel inside whether it officers or detectives.  It wasn’t something she understood nor did she make attempts to, she’d given up on most everything.

The loss of money from last night was troubling because she’d have to return to her handlers empty handed and they were getting angry that she seemed to be a target to the police – worried she would lead them to their operation.  If anyone asked though, Maja always informed that what she did was legal as she technically wasn’t a prostitute even though she was treated as such and the men often took that from her anyway.  She gingerly leaned up against the outside railing to the wheelchair ramp and began rummaging through her bag for a cigarette or gum or just something. Sighing in frustation, of course she had nothing, and looked up to see a figure passing by.  With a sharper glance she could recognize that it was that detective she had seen around a few times.  ”Hej, Detective,” she called out quietly, Maja wasn’t a loud person by any means, and winced as she pushed off the rail to follow after him.  ”My cell is dead, could I bum a ride from you or could you call me a cab?” she smiled, trying to perk up her face to make herself look better in hopes that would entice him to help.

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Ryan had been in Long Beach less than a year but he’d managed to make good connections and some very close friends. He loved being near the water, which was nice because surfing had always been something he enjoyed and yet living in Modesto meant taking a very long drive to do anything remotely close to it. He and Rennie had reconnected and Ryan finally told Rennie the truth about their father causing a massive load to be lifted. He’d even met a girl that was fun and flirty and had gotten her number – he was positive he would get to see her again.

Working for the Long Beach police department was drastically different from the Modesto PD. Modesto was so much smaller in relative terms and Ryan was finding there was way less corruption up north. Not that he knew about any corruption off hand, but the rumors of corruption were less. Here in Long Beach even his brother was on that list of possible offenders and he had heard things about fellow officers ranging from sleeping their way up to being on the payroll of some pretty heavy-hitters in the crime world. The one rumor that got to him the most was the frequency in which the officers used prostitutes. He knew the station had quite a few coming in and out and Ryan would not deny that some of those women were beautiful, but why would you take advantage of a woman in that state?

Walking out to leave for the day he ran in to one of those rumors. Maja, everyone knew worked the streets but it seemed no matter how many times he’d catch her in the precinct she was always being released and no charges pressed. He had no say over a case like hers, being in homicide, but he made it a point every time he saw her to be as nice as possible. Ryan never liked the idea of falling in to the categories other men resided in. She looked like she was in pain and though curious he figured the questioning could at least wait until they were alone. “Maja, hey.” He was sure he couldn’t hide the wince as he watched her pamper her side. “Sure I can give you a ride. I mean if you don’t mind stopping first. I was just going to grab some food. You hungry? My treat.” 

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Family Bonds || Tana & Ryan

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Life as a cop didn’t earn special extreme privileges, the same with being a government official of any kind, and Tana believed firmly in this.  This part of her life was black and white, the rules were set in place for a reason and policing was put in place to protect and serve the citizens in it’s jurisdiction, not to abuse their power in any way shape or form. She had worked a beat for years, worked as a homicide detective for years, and she held tight to those values and it was why her former superiors appreciated her and brought her into IA – Tana wasn’t afraid to do the right thing and to act the right way.  One of the things she remembers most of her time with her father, her time in Ireland, was fighting for what’s right.  If anyone wanted a look at her file, it would show she had conversations with IA as well, complaints against officers were common and Tana understood those she had to investigate now.

Understanding was something she had to be with her present company and his reactions towards her, she tried to come off as friendly as possible but she was asking about the hot water the young detective’s brother was in.  “An’ I s’ppose tha’ makes it okay?” she asked of his mention of his brother’s attitude and aligning it with the fact that men were like that.  “I know what the job does, I don’t hold yer brother’s unsav’ry attitude,” she informed.  It was like meeting a corrections officer a year into the job versus 10 years, these type of jobs and what they’re called to do change them, they become hardened and jaded – many of them.  She smiled a little when Ryan mentioned what they would have to do with Rennie, “I found ‘im t’be a bit umusin’,” and she nodded her head once, “Yes I’m aware o’his service.”  She sat forward and made a note in her notebook once she opened it up and then looked up to meet Ryan’s eyes again, “Fair ‘nough.”

Looking back down to make another note, Tana glanced up from the page and cut her eyes up to him as she paused her writing when the detective began speaking again.  She sat back in her chair and listened, threading her fingers together in her lap, and pursed her lips at one comment he made in particular.  “We can call ‘im, Rennie, if y’prefer,” she told him first as she was only being formal because it was what was on his older brother’s personnel file.  “I know ‘bout the remodelin’ an’ it’s not an issue, I ‘preciate y’sayin’ a word on it anyhow,” she gave a small smile.  Tana wet her lips and rubbed them together, taking a pause to think quickly, “I’ve not asked y’fer a guess, Detective, an’ I don’t think y’can ‘elp me.  It seem yer in the dark ‘bout yer brother an’ I don’t feel you’ll be honest wit’ me.” It was point blank and not meant offensively so she explained that, “Y’love yer brother, it’s very clear an’ m’feelin’ is tha’ you’ll protect ‘im and be loyal t’that familial bond before y’let me square away the sit’iation.”  Somehow she felt he would take her words negatively no matter what she said but she would be honest with him, it was out of respect and she had no reasons to have any disrespect towards this young man.  “I’m askin’ too much of ye, I understand tha’.”

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Ryan took a very deep breath. He took great pride in being a gentleman and that needed to stretch to all the boundaries of his life. Lieutenant Savage was simply doing her job. It was not her fault nor Ryan’s that Rennie had built himself this reputation. The problem Ryan was having with this whole conversation was he had no idea why he was being questioned. The only thing Ryan had ever heard about his brother was that he was an asshole and maybe a little flirtatious, but he’d never heard anything horribly bad. There were no rumors of him roughing suspects, no sexual harassment – not anything Ryan was privy too so he really was quite clueless and it seemed to him that the lieutenant would know that and therefore calling him in was nothing more than a show of force.

Calmly Ryan answered her. The last thing he wanted was for IA to start keeping tabs on him as well. Not because he was doing anything wrong but because it made him feel like he was being set up to fail. “I am not saying he has the right to be an asshole.” He stopped and ran the tips of his fingers across the stubble on his chin. “Or maybe I am. I mean this is America.” The moment he said it he realized it would sound like a jab. Shaking his head he adjusted in his seat, “I just mean he and I fought for rights and privileges and if he is not physically hurting someone and is not corrupt then yes, he has every right to be an asshole. You cannot help the way people feel about you, Lieutenant. And some people just don’t make friends as easily. Others don’t care too.”

Ryan was sure he looked offended when Savage pretty much said she believed he would lie about Rennie if given the chance. The first thought in his head was he was glad he might have offended her with his little America comment. “Well, thank you Lieutenant for making your perspective clear for me. I appreciate your honesty. I take a lot of pride in my service, both here and when I was in the Army. Your opinion is duly noted.” Ryan moved to the front of the seat because he really wasn’t sure what else could be said. “Is there anything else, sir?”

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She waited for it, it had to be something good – that classically handsome smile, leaning forward, pushing the menu out of the way, and then his whispering voice.  For a brief moment Amerie thought she was going to have a movie moment and her breath almost held in anticipation.  Her lips drew back slowly, teeth peeking in a smile, “I wouldn’t…” The blonde’s voice was just a whisper as well and she matched the lean he made, and turned her head to follow the direction his gaze went.  It felt good to have a moment lack of complication, to feel her age and act it – young, beautiful, and flirty.  It was almost a throwback to high school.  “Are you not going to tell me your name?” she asked, eyes glinting playfully.

Rising to her feet, she passed her drink over to his table, and made her way to the chair he so wonderfully held out for her.  Amerie went around the entire table so that she could stand next to him before she moved in to take the seat.  Her eyes closed for a fraction of a second and she thought of how tragic it would be to leave this moment, the restaurant at the end of the meal and face the real world again.  She breathed in his scent and smiled at him, “Thank you.  I’m so thrilled to have met a gentleman today.”  Amerie took the seat and before the man with the strong jawline and defined cheekbones could move away, her hand went to that spot where the backside of his hip and lower back met.  “Right and if you don’t think I’ll go into your pocket to find some identification to learn your name…” she winked and dropped her hand.

It was flirty and she wasn’t sure how he would take that but she needed to know his name, so she could write it and draw little hearts around it.  He wasn’t aware but he’d made her day.  His words, actions, and smiles had her charmed and she wanted to exist in the moment as long as she could get away with.  Amerie waited for him to take his seat and then put her elbows on the table, chin resting on her joined hands as she smiled, “How long have you been in Long Beach?  I grew up here and definitely would recognize if I had seen a face like yours around.”

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Ryan watched the beauty rise and though instinctively the right thing to do would be to quickly take his seat when her hand found his hip but he could not help but linger a moment to take in her scent. She was quite attractive. “My name?” giving a smile Ryan gestured to her chair and waited for her to sit before taking his seat. “It’s Ryan. And thank you for joining me. This place gets super busy from what I hear. And thank you for calling me a gent. I really do try.”

He loved there was a certain level of meekness mixed with her playful aggression. Ryan would never just take a woman home least of all in the middle of the day and a complete stranger on top of everything else but he was all for the playful flirting over bacon-wrapped scallops. Besides, no matter how gorgeous he was not going to let her frisk him for his identification when they just met. He couldn’t help but laugh, “Is it that obvious I am not from here? I grew up north of here in Modesto. I thought I was doing good blending in with all the other SoCal boys but I guess I failed.” His smile never left his face. Talking to people was easy given his profession. “You grew up here? You never wanted to leave? You look like you could be a world traveler.”

There was no shame for him in anything he’d ever done. He was proud of his military service and his work as a police officer and now detective. It wasn’t always something he brought up but seeing how this was a getting to know you session, Ryan thought he would continue the conversation so things didn’t grow awkward now that they were sitting together. “So what is it that you do, Amerie? That is an interesting name. I think you would be my first. What does it mean, do you know? Ryan means ‘little king’.” He had to chuckle at that one. Ryan wasn’t even a prince, but he was willing to be a knight.

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