Toxic Delights: Part 5

I was born in between sin and virtue. And you know they both anchor people like you and me down. It sinks its hooks deep into our skin and never allows us to float above water. This is how I know you're drowning again, Elle. I saw it in your eyes last night. Your last disguise is slowly disintegrating right before your eyes, and the thought of losing it is making you desperate. Desperate enough to shift the blame onto your lifeless mother. Go back to the beginning, to where you first experienced the ending of your innocence. Only then will you find the right questions to ask in order to find me.

With Love,

Your best kept secret.

"He has an alibi," Captain Hall informed her as soon as she entered his office.

"You've got to be kidding me." Elle fumed as she settled into the chair sitting in front of his desk. She assumed she would hear good news when Corina told her the captain wanted to see her in his office a few moments ago. This unfortunate news changed everything.

"And he's lawyered up. Trevor Lee has decided to take his case and now we're back to square one." Hall added, sighing deeply as he folded his hands on top of his desk and glared at her. She shouldn't have been surprised at how quickly Trevor had dove into this opportunity. From her past experiences dealing with lawyers in stuffy courtrooms, they thrived on outshining the other sharks in the tank with the best clientele possible and Trevor didn't seem to be any different. Which was disappointing, because she was starting to actually like the man.

"He's hiding something, Cap. I know it. And I'm going to find out what it is." Elle insisted, but Captain Hall rose his hand in disagreement.

"I need you to focus, Elle. Sebastian Hale could cause a lot of headaches around here if we're not careful."

"Why do you care? You're retiring soon anyway," she stated sharply, crossing her arms, waiting for him to tell her her observations were wrong. He'd slowly been taking down his framed certificates and plaques off the walls since she started working here, and took a liking to golf judging from the bag of golf clubs he kept by the corner of his office. If that didn't scream; I'm ready to retire, then she didn't know what did.

"I gave twenty-years of my life to this department. I will not let a hot-headed profiler go rogue and cost this precinct its reputation," Hall roared, his voice growing louder with each word that escaped his mouth. Elle stood up quickly, and braced her hands on his desk, not caring that his mug full of bourbon had just spilled all over the files he had scattered all over the place.

"Do you want to know why he covers them with someone else's blood?" She began, and watched his mouth slightly twitch with disgust before she continued. "Because he wants to give us a piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit with the rest of his signature. He's playing a game and we're the only ones playing by the rules. He's not," she finished. Hall kept his eyes on her as she sat back down and let her shaking hands settle on her lap, and he continued to blot off the liquor on his files.

"Nieves mentioned something about the Irish mob. Do you think they're connected somehow?" he questioned.

"Yes. Which is why I need to go to New York and pay Stella Dubois a visit," Elle answered and noticed his eyebrows rise with surprise.

"Your mother? I thought she was only involved with the Black Knights of Harlem," he mentioned while Elle smirked at his lack of correct information on her dysfunctional family.

"My mother had her hands in each of the five boroughs. My father, Noah Dubois, just so happened to be an associate of the Black Knights of Harlem, who my mother also did business with, and ta-da! Love at first fuck," she replied crudely. Captain Hall tried to hold back a laugh as he regained his composure, but she didn't see anything humorous in her words. Her parents were business partners. Love was never part of the deal.

"What's her connection to all of this," he asked, and while Elle didn't think she should disclose all of that information just yet, she decided telling half of the truth would suffice.

"She had ties to the mob thanks to my father, so I'm sure she could help me weed out the potential suspects."

"Take Nieves with you," he commanded, and Elle opened her mouth to protest, but the warning glare he sent her way let her know it would be futile. Grumbling all the way back to her office, she noticed Corina waiting for her by the door and gestured for her to enter first. Elle closed the door behind them and began to pack up some files to take home before her flight to New York in a couple of hours.

"You said you wanted to know if someone was lounging around near your office, right?" Corina mentioned in a hushed tone, and her words immediately caught Elle's attention.

"Did you see someone?"

"Sarah. I saw her come out of your office just a few minutes ago," she answered, and while it surprised her to know Sarah had been fishing around in her office, she had to keep in mind that she still didn't fully know everyone in this task force. No one was to be trusted. Even the sneaky blonde who made her wet with just a glance.

"Thanks for the update. I'm heading to New York for the weekend. Mind keeping an eye out for me while I'm gone?"

"No problem. Bring me back a souvenir?" Corina joked, making Elle smirk in amusement.

She'd seen alot of gory things in her line of work, but nothing was as disturbing as seeing a corpse lying on a table, pried open like a book spilling all of its secrets.

Elle watched Sarah carefully from the opened doorway of the morgue in the basement of the precinct, and noticed how she liked to chew on her bottom lip when she jotted something down onto her clipboard, and how she looked incredibly sad whenever she looked into the lifeless eyes of the victims on her table, as if she'd been the one to hurt them and the guilt had been eating her alive.

"I'm heading to New York on a lead," Elle announced as she crossed her arms, while Sarah lifted her gaze away from the exposed body and pinned hers instead.

"You don't seem like the type to inform everyone of your whereabouts. Yet, here you are, Agent." Sarah teased, her soft lips forming another smile just for her. The woman screamed mellow and serenity, and she wanted nothing more than to pull her out of the hell she was clearly in. No one with her kind of passive personality would be in the death business and still be able to sleep well at night. Elle ignored how much she wanted to be her favorite kind of peaceful dream, and proceeded to finesse her way into the valley of truth.

"Did you find what you were looking for in my office?" Elle asked abruptly, and watched Sarah's calm expression turn dark.

"I was looking for you," she argued firmly, but her eyes showed otherwise.

"I'm here now. What do you have for me?" Elle countered sharply, stepping into the room slowly, watching her prey cower into the corner of the room like the sneaky little rabbit she was.

"Yes."

"Yes? Yes what?"

"Yes, I'm the one leaving the notes for you to find," the blonde confessed, taking off her gloves as she lifted her quivering chin and Elle cornered her against the wall. She would've been disappointed if she weren't used to the people around her letting her down.

"So you're working for the other side now?" Elle continued her interrogation, as the high of getting closer and closer to her target fueled her.

"Only until you catch him, and I know you will," Sarah replied, and Elle cursed out loud. She was just as much a victim as the other women this maniac had targeted, and Elle had an inkling that she was the reason why.

"You were supposed to be one of the good ones, Leah," Elle said, stepping away in frustration as she ran her fingers through her curls.

"That's the second time you've called me by that name. Do I remind you of her?" Sarah asked, and Elle turned to her in confusion.

"Called you by what name?"

"Leah. You said it during the first crime scene, and I let it go because I assumed you just forgot my name, but obviously that's not the case, Agent." She explained and the memory of Leah James sprung into her mind, straight out of the past and took the breath right out of her.

"Elle, you can talk to me. I'm here to listen." The words sounded genuine, but Elle didn't trust her with her darkest secret. Especially now that she knew she was working for that monster.

"How about you give me something else in return?" Elle retorted, pinning her gaze as she returned to her Agent mode.

"I can't tell you who he is because I've never seen his face. He's only contacted me via email and faxed those letters to me."

"Why you?" Elle asked, reaching to caress the softness of her porcelain skin. But she already knew the answer to her question. Sarah looked almost identical to Leah, and the killer had used that to fuck with her mind.

She was going to kill that bastard.

"You tell me. Who was she, Elle?" Sarah persisted, but Elle shook her head and placed her finger over her lips, silencing her as she leaned into her closely and stared her down.

"That's a secret between me and him," she responded into the blonde's ear as her nose grazed the skin under her ear. Sarah stood still against her, the smell of formaldehyde faint on her as Elle tugged at the hair tie keeping her hair up and tussled the dark, honey blonde waves with her fingers.

"Are you terrified yet?" Elle whispered into her ear, reaching to open her lab coat.

"If that's what you need me to be, yes." Sarah whimpered as she felt Elle's fingers dip into the silky and wet folds underneath her skirt. She was just as turned on as she was and Elle's patience had disappeared as soon she heard Sarah beg for it. Elle removed her fingers from her folds and slipped them into her mouth, giving herself a sample of what she was about to devour as she held Sarah's eager gaze.

"Fuck me before I lose my mind," Sarah urged as she brushed her lips over hers, and her tongue darted out to toy with hers. Elle grinned before she captured her lips, exploring her warm and inviting mouth while her hands were busy pulling her into her office, closing the door behind them. She pushed Sarah onto the nearest chair and got down on her knees, pulling down on her skirt and panties, tossing them aside. Sarah gasped lightly as Elle parted her legs and began to kiss her way up from her thighs and up to the wet opening waiting for her. Elle pulled her closer to her mouth and drove her tongue straight into her wet walls, capturing every bit of her sweet essence.

The tip of her tongue toyed with her clit while her fingers slipped in and out of her soaking wet walls. Her muscles started to clamp around them and Elle began to lick furiously at her sensitive nub, her hand covering Sarah's mouth to keep her quiet. Sarah's teeth bit down hard onto Elle's finger, giving her the push she needed to finish administering her pleasure, bringing her body the release she begged for.

Elle pushed the blonde down onto her back on the floor, and Sarah started to pull Elle's jeans and underwear down her legs. Once Sarah was done, Elle hoisted herself between Sarah's swollen mound and her leg and began to ride her. With every brush of their throbbing clits, Elle became more eager for a release. She didn't want to think about how much she wished she was fucking Leah, or how her heart beat for the first time since she pulled the trigger and left her for dead.

Her hips increased their pace with every memory of Leah that was slowly starting to resurface in her mind. The more her face became clearer, the harder she fucked Sarah. Tears began to burn her eyes as Elle drove straight into a convulsing high, ripples of pleasure consuming her heated skin.

"He sent me another note this morning," Sarah offered after she finished zipping up her skirt, and reached into her file cabinet. Elle unfolded the piece of paper and began reading his words once again.

Go back to the beginning, to where you first experienced the ending of your innocence.

He was talking about Leah. Elle was sure of it.

"What does he have on you, Sarah?" Elle inquired as she placed the note in the back pocket of her jeans.

"When you get back from New York, I'll tell you whatever you need to know. Just...promise me you'll end this," Sarah urged as she stepped closer to her and gripped her face with her hands, leaning in to kiss her deeply. Elle pulled away when she felt her heart pound against her chest, breathing new life into it, and nodded her response.

"If he contacts you again, call me immediately," Elle reminded her as she cleared her throat and made her way towards the door.

"Whatever you need, Agent Dubois."