After three rounds of intimacy, the two detectives....well, the detective and the former detective, now self-proclaimed PI, laid tangled up together in a thin sheet on Holmes' couch.

Neither of them spoke. They just swallowed deep breaths of air, resulting in a rhythmic rising and falling of chests as they laid in the thick silence.

August had his eyes closed, oblivious as the female detective examined his facial features in the quietness, her eyes scanning his face a few times over.

He released a heavy sigh and his eyes opened, meeting her gaze. After a second of staring at her, he sighed again..a softer one this time. "I should go." He spoke softly.

Angela didn't protest. She sat up, her hand resting on his chest as he prepared to follow suit.

Without a word, the ex-detective reclaimed his clothes and redressed, sans the torn dress shirt. He reclaimed his stained beater and his eyes found Angela again, still wrapped in the sheets as she watched him.

"I'll uh...see you later, I guess?" He said, stating it as a question. He was very confused. It had felt good to be with her again. But it felt...wrong. He knew he shouldn't have done it. After the way it ended the last time, it surely couldn't be any better this go 'round.

But despite knowing that, he'd still done it. He'd still spent three rounds wrestling with her in the sheets, reminiscing on how things had been as the faintly familiar sensation of her body on his ran through his mind. He licked his lips at just the thought. And with yet another soft sigh, he cast one more glance at her as she reclaimed her own clothing items and redressed.

Without another word, he left the apartment and carefully started down the steps, whistling a soft tune that echoed through the halls of her apartment building.

———

The dark figure stilled as she spoke. "That's a new one." The soft voice spoke. "Usually they ask-"

Before he could finish his statement, the young woman spoke again.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Ah..there it is." A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth and Ally could see a nice line of bright white teeth show. He reached over and flipped a light switch, illuminating the room. "Why, I'm going to kill you, Ally darling." He replied, his smirk growing into a wide smile. "But first, we'll have a little fun."

Ally's heart thumped in her chest as he approached her. His facial features were quite clear now that the light was on and Ally watched, terrified, as he closed the space between them with slow steps. His steps were slow, almost like a limo. He seemed almost, hurt?

Once he got closer, Ally could smell a soft cologne. He leaned in, his eyes scanning her naked body. "I want to hear you scream." He told her.

———
Angela walked into the precinct, he eyes finding Saunders almost immediately.

His eyebrow went up as he scanned her appearance. "Hey." He spoke. She looked different. Like she was sad. "You smell like sex." He informed her as she stood next to him. "You and August?"

Angela rolled her eyes. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"You know, I'd never treat you like he does." Saunders voiced.

"You're married, Joshua." She reminded him flatly.

"So...you're not looking for a relationship anyway." He retorted. "Just a little fun, right?"

Angela rolled her eyes once more. "You're married." She repeated, ignoring his jab at her love life.

"So I'm assuming August is recovering well, seeing as you guys were able to get a not so quickie in." Saunders continued with a raised brow.

"He's all stitched up, but he still seemed a little hurt. He kind of limped out of my apartment." Holmes said. "I can't imagine what the other guy looked like."

"Yeah..." Saunders paused and tilted his head to the side. "Wait...August!"

Angela's eyebrow raised as well. "August what?"

"August should know what he looks like!" Saunders replied. "Call him!"

"C-call him?" Holmes stumbled over the statement. The moment...or hours, rather, she and August had just shared were a mistake.

The old flame between the two had long burned out and reigniting it was a BIG mistake.

"I uh...maybe you should call him." She returned.

Saunders let out a low chuckle. "Like I said, not looking for a relationship."  He mumbled the statement about the woman as he reached into his pocket to claim his phone. "Yeah, sure."

And with that, he searched his contacts for the man's number.

———

Whimpers filled the small room, mingled with grunts as the man mercilessly pounded deep into her.

His grunts were deep, almost animalistic and with every whimper that left the young woman's mouth he seemed to grow harder. It was as if he was turned on by her pain.

His movements were quick and hard. Deep and rough. But somehow, they were not sloppy. It was like he still had the utmost control of his body and the movement of his hips and it wasn't until he hissed in pain, that the young woman was reminded that he appeared injured.

Her mind raced, wondering how someone could be so cruel. How could he do this to her and 10 women before her?

She had known immediately who he was. He didn't have to speak. His name and story were plastered on the front of every newspaper, magazine, and webpage.

"The LEO."

Women were warned not to go out after dark. Not to go out alone. And not to talk to strangers.

But it didn't matter. The man knew how to get what he wanted. He enjoyed the chase. He enjoyed the thrill of snatching a young woman in broad daylight, just as he'd done to Adrianna at the library. It, much like the begs and pleas of his victims, satisfied an itch deep within his being.

With his head cocked slightly, the man held Ally's hips still, her rear in the air as he continued to pound into her from behind. "Shit." He mumbled the word and it was so quiet it got lost in the mix of other sounds. The sound of skin slapping skin began to increase, growing louder and louder as the man approached his climax.

With one final grunt, he slammed his hips into her a few more times and rode out his high.

"Hmm..." The word left his lips after he'd dropped her hips to the bed and removed the condom he wore. "Might just be the best pussy yet." His eyebrow raised and he watched the girl attempt to catch her breath.

Whistling an all too familiar tune, he then redressed and left the room to claim his cart and do to her just as he'd done to the 10 before.