Scarlett Ch. 02

Niklas slammed his hand down on his alarm clock, silencing the piercing noise that invaded his sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he lifted himself up on his elbows and yawned. "Another fine day," he grumbled, tearing the covers off and flinging his legs over the side of the bed. Stretching his arms he stood up and sleepily walked into the bathroom. After relieving himself, he twisted the shower knobs and set them to scolding hot. Stripping his boxers off, he tested the water, then climbed into the shower.

The scolding water felt soothing over his tight muscles. Grabbing the soap he lathered up his body, washing every rippling inch, the soap ran down and over his well formed pecks and through the crevasses of his defined stomach muscles. He turned, facing the shower head, the hot water rinsing off the suds. The suds ran down his body, and over his thick shaft, some gathering around the base. Running his hand over his body the last of the suds drained into the tub, and he turned to get the shampoo to scrub his hair. Rinsing off all the suds, he stood there, letting the hot water massage his tense muscles, wakening his body. After a few minutes Niklas turned the water off, grabbed the towel and stepped out of the shower. Dripping onto the bath mat he toweled his hair, and then wrapped it around his waist.

He walked over to the condensation filled mirror, and took his hand, wiping some of it off. "Let's see what kind of trouble we can get into today," he said chuckling to himself, then brushed his teeth and dressed into his typical detective outfit. He wore black slacks, a charcoal colored fly, form fitting shirt, and a pair of his black Armani Patent Leather Loafers. Walking out of his room, he passed the closet, grabbed his favorite Nappalan leather zip front flight jacket and pulled it on, closing the front door with a loud thud. Niklas walked to his black Dodge Charger, unlocked the door, and slide into to the driver seat. Inserting the key, the engine turned over. Niklas pulled the shifter and put the car into reverse. Punching the gas he roared it into drive and speed off to the police station.

**

Niklas pushed open the front glass door to the police station, his steps thudding through the foyer. The officer manning the front desk waved at Niklas. He waved at her while he headed to the homicide department. Just before he reached his department he was intercepted by his Sergeant.

"Hey Niklas," he said stopping a few feet from him and giving him a pat on the shoulder.

"Hey Sarg," Niklas said, noticing the woman standing next to him.

The Sergeant motioned to the woman detective standing next to him, "this is Detective Minkah, she's transferred her from Egypt and will be working a long side you till she gets comfortable with the new surroundings."

Niklas looked her over and crossed his arms. Hasina stuck out her hand in attempts to shake Niklas's, then smiled as he grasped it and gave it a good squeeze, then let go.

"I hope that I'm not imposing on your day to day routines. I am just here to learn as much as I can so that I can take hold of my own reigns." She watched as he stared at her, not saying a word, then he nodded and motioned for her to follow him. Hasina gave the Sergeant a good shake, thanked him and followed Niklas through the homicide doors.

Niklas led Hasina into the depths of the Homicide Division. He pointed out several other detectives that worked there, she waved at them and then he showed her to a desk that was in front of his.

"This will be your desk for now," he said.

It was positioned so that whoever sat at it would face him. He frowned at the thought of someone staring at him, but accepted the fact that he'd have to deal with it. At least she was attractive, he thought to himself as he sat at his desk.

Of course my desk is facing his, Hasina thought to herself, well at least he is easy on the eyes, but I'm seriously going to have to put him in his place, she continued to think.

Niklas watched as Hasina shoved her hand bag into one of the empty drawers, and then sat down, pushing items around on the desk. Niklas sat there, arms crossed.

She looked up at Niklas, "so, any cases you're working on right now." She watched him intently, her arms crossed on the desk. Pulling out a file from one of his drawers, Niklas passed it over to Hasina.

"We've been working on this case for several years now. The perp seems to be able to evade us no matter what or who we use to find him or her. The murders are brutal, and the evidence is slim. All we find on each victim is a small strand of hair, which never has enough DNA to make a match." He watched as Hasina flipped through the documents and examined the pictures. She frowned each time she came across a very gruesome image. "We've gotten word that there is a Biogenetics Scientist that may have broken through on developing a machine that could read the smallest of DNA. I was planning on visiting her."

Hasina looked up from the disturbing pictures and closed the folder. "Well what are we waiting for, let's go visit this scientist." She handed the folder back to Niklas, grabbed her coat and followed him out of the building and to his car. "Wow, nice car, I bet it drives like a mother.." she said looking up at his grinning face. Niklas couldn't help but grin widely at Hasina's comment. He did love his car, he had spent his entire summer when he was 16 fixing it up and making it into the beast it is now.

"Oh yea, 0 to 60 in 2.6 seconds," he climbed into the black Charger, then leaned over and pulled up the metal lock, allowing Hasina to get in. Once he saw that she was belted in tightly, he turned the key, the engine revved and they sped off to Morgan Biogenetics Lab.

**

"What do you mean she's not here," Niklas said, obviously annoyed at the receptionist.

"She's not here. She has not been in for a couple of days." The receptionist said, annoyed.

Niklas paced and then turned back to the receptionist and placed his large hand on the counter, "alright, then give me her address," the receptionist started to say that it was private but he cut her off, "this is police business lady, if you don't give me the information I'll have to arrest you for obstruction."

The receptionist sighed, flipped open a rolodex, and scribbled some information on a post-it, then handed it to Niklas. Niklas snatched it and thanked the receptionist. Motioning to Hasina they stalked out of the building and into his car, then headed to Scarlett's condo.

**

Scarlett woke startled; there was a loud rapping on her front door. She looked at the clock and sat up groggy. "How long have I been sleeping," she asked herself as she pulled herself out of her bed and grabbed her silk rob and putting it on. She slowly walked down the hall to her front door. Niklas rapped on the door loudly.

"Where is this woman," he said annoyed. Hasina just stared, leaning against the wall behind him. He rapped his big knuckles on the door again, and then heard some shuffling behind it.

"Who is it?" he heard from behind the door.

"Detective Oduvaldo, ma'am," he said waiting impatiently as she unlatched the chain and slowly pulled open her door. He noticed a small petite woman, with chocolate brown hair and delicate green-blue eyes. A small grin formed on his face as he showed her his badge.

"Can I help you?" she asked him, obviously tired and slightly annoyed at his disruption of her sleep.

"Yes, I'm here to talk to you about your little machine that you've apparently finished...the one that uses DNA..." Scarlett stood there, her eyes fixed on the tall detective standing in front of her door. She couldn't help but notice that he was very attractive, one that in different circumstances, she wouldn't mind bringing to her bed. But right now, all she wanted to do was go back to sleep.

She sighed deeply, "oh yes, my machine. Well you heard correctly it is functioning, but we are still in the test stages. I'm afraid that whatever it is you want to use it for, it'll have to wait; because I can't guarantee that it will give you the proper results, until we test it some more."

Niklas shifted his weight and watched her, "at any rate, can we come in, I have a few questions." Scarlett noticed some movement behind Niklas and peered over him, there she saw Hasina leaning up against the back wall.

"Well if you must," Scarlett pulled the door open wider and allowed the two detectives to come into her condo.

Niklas walked into her apartment, followed by Hasina, and preceded into the kitchen. He could hear the door close, louder than it probably should have been, but he chuckled softly to the thought that he had irritated her. He leaned on the counter, arms crossed and waited for Scarlett to join them. Hasina stood next to him. He could see her looking around, surveying the room. Scarlett walked into the kitchen, arms crossed and glaring at the two detectives. "So, Miss Morgan, can you tell us more about your machine," Niklas asked, his eyes fixated on her. She sure is stunning, the way that robe clings to her small frame, how I'd love to see what was under it, he thought to himself, a smile forming on his face.

"Ok so what is it that you need to know," she asked, annoyed. She stood there with her arms crossed, glaring at the two detectives. She noticed that he was eyeing her, and her body started to get warm, she could feel the blood running to her face and she shifted her weight. She saw a smile form on his face, and she knew that he noticed her face turn red. The female detective just stood there, staring at her, a look of impatience.

Ruby faded into the door way to the kitchen and listened in on the conversation that was taking place between Scarlett and this Detective Oduvaldo. She could tell he found Scarlett attractive so she figured she'd have a little fun. Concentrating she dropped the temperature in the kitchen just enough to make Scarlett's nipples harden. Ruby watched trying not to giggle; she could see the detectives eyes wander down, obviously noticing the change. As Scarlett was talking to Detective Oduvaldo she felt her nipples pinch tight, then realized that the temperature in the kitchen had dropped.

She knew that this could only mean that Ruby was there, and she was up to her 'ol pranks again. She looked around, and then behind her and saw Ruby peaking in. Glaring at her, she turned attention back on the detectives and noticed that Detective Oduvaldo was staring at her chest. Her face became redder, and she crossed her arms tighter over her breasts, shifting her weight again. She could hear Ruby in the background. Ruby snickered at her, enjoying the reaction she got from Scarlett. As Scarlett repositioned herself, trying to cover up her sudden perkiness, Ruby floated over to her.

"You know you want him, he's hot. If I wasn't dead, I'd so fuck him." I laughed, and then let the temperature return to it's normal 72 degree Fahrenheit. "Fine I'll just sit back and observe." I looked the detective up and down, licked my lips then floated past him, catching a glimpse of his tight ass.

He watched the petite woman fidget, look around the room and then recross her arms, intentionally covering up her hardened nipples. He had notice the drop in temperature, and then caught site of the nubs that poked against the robe. He could feel his cock begin to get hot, growing slightly, and he had to re situate his pants. He was curious as to why Scarlett had looked around the room as if there was someone else there, but that thought left his mind when he caught a glimpse of the roundness of her breasts when she had recrossed her arms. Damn...he thought.

"So Ms. Morgan, I wanted to know exactly how your machine worked. What it requires to produce results." He looked at her, catching a glimpse of scarlet in her eyes. What the hell...he thought to himself. Scarlett averted his gaze and walked to the fridge. Opening the door she pulled out a bottle of water and gestured to the detectives offering them some. They shook their heads, and she closed the door. Twisting the cap off she turned to them, "well basically it can read the smallest of samples, be it hair, nails, skin, or bodily fluids, and it can splice it and extract the DNA, therefore providing a 3D image of the person." She took a guzzle of her water, and leaned against the sink.

Hasina crossed her arms and looked at Scarlett, "so what you're saying is that you've been able to create a machine that can make a 3D image of a person no matter the amount of DNA you have?" She looked at her in shock, "that is bloody brilliant."

She looked at Hasina and nodded her head, "that is correct." Scarlett placed her empty water bottle on the counter, and faced them again, her rob opening slightly, exposing a little of the skin above her breasts.

Niklas noticed the exposed skin, and felt his cock get harder. Standing up straight he walked around the kitchen, discreetly pulling his pants away from his body. "Thank you for your cooperation Ms. Morgan," he said pulling out a business card. He handed it to her, "here's my card. We'll contact you if we have any more questions." He motioned to Hasina, telling her that they were leaving.

Scarlett lead the two detectives to the front door, and opened it, standing behind the door she smiled and said good bye. After the detectives left, Scarlett shut the door and set the locks. Turning around she leaned up against the door and sighed deeply.