S**y Ass Detective and Me

A knock on my door distracted me from my movie marathon, just as it was getting to the good part. With an eye roll and a very exaggerated groan, I dragged myself to open it.

"Who are you? " I asked as soon as I yanked the door open.

The woman watched me with an eyebrow raised before peering over my shoulder to see inside my living room.

"Good day mam. May I come in? " She asked in a monotone voice, and it was my time to raise an eyebrow.

"No you may not. Who are you? " I asked more sternly. She didn't look impressed, but her face held no emotion--much like her voice.

"Did you know a Sheldon Myers mam? " She asked, completely catching my attention.

"Yes. He's my good for nothing cheating ex-boyfriend. Are you his new bitch?" I sneered. "He could've done better. "

I thought I would've received some sort of emotion from her, but she remained stoic. What's her deal?

"Are you aware of his current state mam? "

"Hopefully dead in a ditch somewhere for all I care. Now what do you really want?" I was growing real annoyed by this woman, and I was in no mood for an argument either.

But for the first time since she got here, she showed emotion. She regarded me in shock for a while, before her face scrunched into disgust.

"I thought you would've at least denied it. You really are a sick person" She spat; but before I could interrogate her further, she grabbed me and flawlessly spun me around against the wall. I felt as the cold metal feeling of handcuffs wrap their way around my wrists, and that's when I started to panic.

"Hey what the hell are you doing! Let me go! " I shouted as I wiggled and writhed beneath her.

"You're under arrest for the murder of Mr Sheldon Myers. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorn-"

"I didn't kill anyone!" I protested as I cut her off. "And what kind of officer are you? You didn't even introduce yourself properly to me! And what ever happened to uniforms huh? Ever heard of those?"

"Miss Leir please stop fighting. You will be brought in for questioning. If you continue to behave like this, I will have no choice but to taze you" That surely shut me up as I willing walked with her to her car.

I couldn't believe he was dead-- murdered at that. I didn't like the guy, but he didn't deserve to be murdered.

And I, as it seemed, was the number one suspect.

I admit, I was wrong.

I said some things in the break-up message that didn't look too good on my part, and maybe I meant each and every thing I said.

But I didn't kill that son of a- I mean, poor departed soul.

The guy was a lying cheating douche and I maybe had come up with multiple murder plans in my head, but I have my own a life to deal with. Why throw it away for someone not worth it?

I mean, I was sad that he's dead and all, and I felt guilty that it was only two days after I ended things in a very verbose text message, but oddly I felt normal.

One might've said that I was heartless and even though things ended badly between us, I should've still been even the least bit affected. But I wasn't. Maybe it just hadn't sunk in yet, or maybe I was actually cold hearted. And that very same nonchalant unemotional expression of mine was only bringing me into deeper shit with the authorities.

"For the last time, I didn't kill him!" I shouted exasperated. I was getting real annoyed at the situation that I was in, and I felt like I would actually kill someone for real this time.

I was handcuffed to a table in a pathetic room with a police who seemed to have had too many doughnuts guarding the door. No one was listening to me, and I hated being ignored. Hated it. Especially when I knew I was right.

"Will you at least free my hand? I see no reason why I need to be cuffed to this raggedy ass table."

"That mouth of yours is going to get you in a lot of trouble Miss Leir" the officer that brought me here said while entering the room.

"I have my rights. I deserve a phone call" I shot back, ignoring her statement since it was very much true.

"There's no need for a call. You're only here for questioning."

"So why aren't I being questioned?" I asked, raising my free hand in irritation. "I've been here for an hour and no one but Mr Grumpy over there has paid me any mind. This is terrible customer service"

If I didn't know better, I would've thought that she almost laughed, but she composed herself quickly. "This is not a store Ms Leir, and you will be out as soon as the detective gets here"

Great. The last thing I needed was for another old grumpy person to sit here in front of me and question me for a next hour.

"I'm not answering anything without my lawyer" I stubbornly declared, crossing my free arm over my chest.

"You know if you would just calm down this will be way easier for both of us right?" She mumbled in a bored tone.

"Well Officer Pam, my hand hurts, my electricity bill is going up for no reason since you gave me no chance to turn everything off before you basically dragged me here, and I'm pretty sure that I left something on the stove. So if my house is in flames, I'll make no hesitation to do the same to yours" I gritted out, and her eyebrow shot up in surprise and a little amusement.

I had no clue why this seemed funny to her.

"Do you know that threatening an officer is a felony?"

"Did you know that dragging me here without the least bit of decency or a proper way of doing things is unprofessional? I mean, not even an introduction"

"Well you said-"

"I know what I said okay? But that was before I knew he was dead" I cut her off by saying. She actually smirked at me this time.

"You really are a good one." She mumbled before pushing back the chair and exiting the room. I huffed in annoyance and tapped my feet loudly on the ground, growing really impatient.

To my delight, a familiar face appeared at the at the large glass window and a smile took over my lips. His expression was completely opposite to mine, but I was happy to see him.

"This is ridiculous! What ever you have my daughter held here for, she didn't do it. I demand you let her go now!" My dad shouted at the officer guarding the door.

Mr Grumpy, however, didn't look even the least fazed and looked anywhere but my dad as if he didn't even notice him. The officers at this station are unbelievable.

My dad looked over the man's shoulder and met my eyes soon after that. His eyes soften as he saw me, and my smile only got bigger.

It has always been me and my dad.

We only had each other for the past twelve years, and I didn't mind one bit. After my mom left when I was ten, he did his best to take care of me and we became the best of friends. I still visited my mom and her new husband occasionally, and our relationship was decent, but me and my dad were the dream team.

"Don't worry baby girl. I'm calling Larry right now " My dad told me over the man's shoulder as he took out his phone. Larry was my dad's lawyer and old friend. He was the one who helped us with the case when my mom tried to take everything from dad after the divorce.

"I'll have him come right away" He added.

"There will be no need for that " A deep husky voice echoed from behind him that almost sent shivers down my spine.

My dad peered behind him to see where the voice came from, and even I tried to break my neck just to get a look at where it came from.

Finally, the owner of the voice stepped into the room wearing big black boots and simple jeans. My gaze lingered at how low they sat on his waist, yet it didn't in the least way look unprofessional. Somehow.

I lifted my gaze even higher to his toned chest that seemed to be barely hidden under the plain black t-shirt that he was wearing. A trench coat sat neatly on his broad, hard shoulders, giving him the perfect finishing look.

My eyes then trailed to his face, and that's when my breath hitched for moment. If gorgeous was a person-

His dark brooding eyes were staring intensely into my soul, and his dark brown messy hair was a bit damp form the light rain that was outside. His jawline was just perfect, and so was the light stubble that was spread across it.

All in all, he was sexy. If the detective doesn't get here soon, I'll probably get arrested for real this time for kidnapping.

I eyed him carefully as he walked over to me after closing the door threateningly slowly. He took a seat in the chair in front of me without saying a word, as his eyes studied me for a good minute.

I was utterly confused, but I wasn't complaining. The view was nice.

"Hello Miss Leir. I am Detective Deckor and I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind" He introduced, shocking me right out of my skin.

"Yo-you're the detective?" I asked as he took a pen and notepad from his coat.

"Yes, is there a problem?" He questioned with a perfectly arched eyebrow. I didn't answer, I just regarded him for a while longer. I didn't want to believe it.

"Is this some kind of trick for me to fall all over you and tell you the 'supposed truth' about everything?" I used air quotes as I spoke, though if that was the case, they were very much succeeding.

However, I wouldn't let him know that of course. I wasn't an easy girl.

He leaned back in his chair with a small smirk on his face. "Tell me the truth, yes. Fall for me? Not particularly"

"Aren't you a little young to be a detective?" I asked, leaning on the table.

"Aren't you a little chatty to be a murder suspect?" He shot back in a surprisingly calm tone.

"Are you stereotyping all murderers to be quiet and suspicious?" I squinted my eyes accusingly as he chuckled lightly.

"I don't know. Are you admitting that you are not a murderer of such nature?"

"I'm not a murderer at all" I smirked, seeing how he was trying to use his brain on me just now.

"Touche"

I chuckled lightly at that, liking how easy he was to talk to unlike those intimidating detectives you see in movies. But then I wondered, was it just a way of getting me comfortable enough so he could break me? Well, I didn't do anything wrong so he wouldn't get anything from it anyways.

His demeanour suddenly became stiff and his face became stern as he pulled out a small recorder and opened his notepad. I became alert at his sudden change in everything and straightened my back also. He looked to the recorder then to me with questioning eyes, and I simply nodded, telling him that I didn't mind.

"As I mentioned before Miss Leir. I would just like to ask you a few questions" He started, all playfulness gone from his tone.

"Please, call me Cianna" I offered calmly as I got ready for whatever questions he had to ask.

'Keep a lid on your attitude Cianna. Don't be sarcastic. Don't be suspicious.'

I chanted the words in my head over and over again as I waited for him to begin. I had a tendency to let my mouth get the best of me, especially when I didn't like the situation I was in.

Hot detective or not, this might get messy.

"Okay Cianna. Where were you yesterday, October four at 11 p.m?" He asked and I had to try really hard not to roll my eyes.

"Sleeping " I answered sweetly, and he seemed satisfied with that simple answer, but of course I wasn't.

'Don't do it, don't do it, I told myself', but I just couldn't keep my mouth.

"-like any normal person" I added, face palming myself mentally. I just had to say it.

His eyes lifted from his pad to me for a while before letting them fall again as he continued to scribble. I let out a breath I didn't notice I was holding, happy that he let me outburst go.

"When was the last time you saw Sheldon?" I raked my mind for the last time I saw him and I remembered it clearly.

" It was three days ago. We went on a date in the evening. He left me in the restaurant for like half an hour and when I went to look for him, I saw him locking lips with some bitc- I mean woman. I left, didn't see him again after that. I sent him a break up text the day after" I told him truthfully.

"A very savage text" He added, not looking up from his notes.

"In my defence, he was cheating on me after being together for six months with some woman. Why isn't she here for questioning huh?"

"Calm down Cianna. I was just saying" He defended, raising his hands in surrender. "I'm not the enemy here"

I stubbornly looked away as he cleared his throat. Silence fell upon us for a while before he asked his next question. "What would you say your relationship with Sheldon was like?"

I shrugged. "We acted like any average couple. We would both work most days, but we talked when we were free at nights and went out on weekends. We would have the occasional sex every month but we were pretty normal"

He rose his eyes from his pad to look at me. "You had sex once a month?" He asked, though I didn't see how that helped the situation but I nodded nonetheless. He dropped his eyes back to his notes again with a ghost smile on his lips.

"And you say the reason for your breakup is because of cheating?" I could see that he was trying hard not to let his smile show, and it slightly annoyed me. It was weird how he could switch from professional to playful so easy.

"Yes" I replied stiffly.

He asked me a few more casual questions; nothing intimidating but nothing easy either. I could see that he was a man full of surprises, and that peaked my interest a bit.

He wrote down jottings on his paper for a few seconds while tapping a pencil on the table with his other hand. I surprisingly wasn't despising the idea of being questioned anymore, but the silence was deafening.

"Last question... Is there anyone you would've guessed that would've wanted him dead? "

I shook my head. "No he was a simple guy I guess, but maybe. It's obvious that I didn't know him as well as I thought anyways. "

"And you know why you are a suspect right?" He smirked, causing me to roll my eyes.

"I sent a few empty threats, said a few things. So what?" I threw my hand up in exaggeration, but I couldn't help but smile.

He stared at me, not saying a single word as if he was analysing me from the inside out. I tried not to look at his face to avoid the intensity of his eyes, but slowly I was losing it.

Finally, he stopped the recording then slowly unlocked the handcuffs that were on my hand.

"You are free to go for now. I'll keep in touch" He offered me a curt nod, meeting my eyes quickly, but his fingers lingered on my hand that was still resting in the cuffs.

My eyes darted to them before slowly letting them rise to his face again. I smirked at him before pulling my hand back and standing up slowly. Whatever game he was playing, I surely liked it.

"Are you gonna lock me up now, Mr Deckor?" I asked lowly and playfully.

"Behind bars or somewhere else?" He shot back with a hidden smirk of his own.

I plopped my finger on my chin as if I was thinking, then I shrugged casually. "Maybe behind bars. Who said I wasn't the killer?"

"Are you?" He probed, though he knew I didn't mean it.

"Maybe you should keep me around a bit longer. You know, just to be sure" I simply stated with a wink as I waltzed to the door.

"You're trotting dangerous grounds Cianna" He called out and I threw my head over my shoulder to give him one last smirk.

"Maybe I like a little danger"

"Another drink please!" I bellowed at the bartender after my hundredth shot.

I was definitely drunk but I didn't care one bit. I had friends that could take me home, and if they ditched me then I'll simply just die trying to drive home drunk.

We all have to die right?

"Are you sure you need another drink?" A foreign voice from beside me asked, and I had to blink a couple times to focus my gaze on him.

He looked like he was around my age and he was certainly hot and good-looking. Maybe it was the liquor, but I couldn't help the lopsided grin that spread across my face.

"I'm a big girl. I can take a drink" I slurred in attempt to sound normal but failed miserably. Yet despite my state, he managed to smile sweetly at me.

"You've got quite the spirit don't you?" He asked with a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Yep. I'm a rebel so you better stay away"

"Maybe I like rebellious" He mumbled suggestively in a lower tone, causing me to raise an eyebrow at him.

"You don't know me" I laughed at nothing in particular.

I had no idea why I laughed because what I said wasn't funny, but in my drunken state everything felt like swirly colours and SpongeBob land.

Can I say SpongeBob land? Wouldn't it more likely be SpongeBob water?

"But I would like to" he argued, cutting off my ridiculous thoughts. I eyed him as carefully as I could, analysing if I could trust him or not. My fuzzy mind couldn't draw a proper conclusion, yet I felt oddly comfortable with him.

The bartender returned with water instead of my drink, and I shot him a death glare in questioning. He rose his hands in surrender before pointing to the stranger beside me as an answer.

He must've managed to change my order without me knowing.

Is it so bad for a girl to get wasted on a Friday night?

"What's your name?" he asked when I didn't say anything. I searched my mind for the name I was given at birth, but there was only one name in my head.

"SpongeBob" I mumbled as I felt my eyes droop. He chuckled lightly before catching me as I almost fell from the stool.

"Alright SpongeBob, lets get you home"

I let him take me to his car since I had no clue where mine was, and I had no idea why I just saw a monkey in a wig walk passed me.

"Hey what's your name?" I asked him even though I knew I was about to pass out.

"Sheldon"

I was about to answer, but I felt water splashing on my face.

"Hey stop throwing water on me Sheldon!" I cried when I only felt more water splashing against my face.

"Stop!" I protested as I continued to wiggle.

"Wake up bitch!" I heard a voice that was definitely not Sheldon shout.

My eyes shot open, where I noticed that I was wrapped up in my sheets in my bed at my house. What a dramatic turn of events.

It was just a dream.

I was both relieved and disappointed. I was relieved because I was communicating with a ghost, and I was disappointed because reliving the first time I met Sheldon was low-key nice.

"Are you awake?" A woman's voice asked, causing me to whip my head towards the side of the bed.

I was shocked, impressed, angry and terrified at once. I had no idea how this stranger could've possibly made her way inside my house without me or Prince, my dog, noticing.

I was furious because she had no right to be in my house, yet again waking me too. And I was scared because I didn't know what potential danger I might be in.

She had a spay bottle filled with water- the one I used for Prince- in her hand and a glare on her face. I mimicked her glare since she had no right to be annoyed when she was the one in MY house.

"Who the f**k are you?" I spat, sitting up in my bed.

Instead of answering, she just flashed her left hand across my face, showcasing a huge diamond on her left hand. I gave her an unimpressed look, since I had no clue why she thought that answered my question.

"I said who are you and what the hell are you doing in my f**king house!?" I demanded with a bit more roughness in my voice. This time I got up to stand in front of her, but I kept my distance since I didn't know if she was dangerous.

"I was Sheldon's fiancé you little whoring bitch!" She screeched, almost making me flinch. Almost.

I was a bit taken aback and I took a chance to actually evaluate her. She was pretty and hot and I don't compare myself to other women but I couldn't contain my smirk.

"And what are you doing in my house?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. She didn't expect my calm demeanour it seemed, since she became as red as a tomato.

It was taking everything in me not to hold her blonde hair and throw her silicone ass out the window, but I really wanted to know why she felt the pressing need to break into my house.

"You're suppose to be in jail for killing my Sheldon!" She shouted. "You're a crazy murderer"

"First of all get the f**k out of my house! Second of all, get out now before I murder you too" I gritted out, feeling terribly annoyed by her accusing me of something so absurd.

I knew all fingers pointed at me, but she had the audacity to come into my house and talk to me like that. If we were in the streets and she saw me, then maybe I wouldn't have been as angry at her accusation. But she had some nerve.

"Ha! You admit it! And I have it all on recording. You are going to rot in jail" She yelled as she waved a phone in front of my face.

I was utterly unimpressed by her little set up, so without thinking, I grabbed it from her and sailed it across the room. It connected with the wall and shattered to pieces, leaving her mouth a gaped but my stoic expression stayed put.

"Now get out before I call the cops and report you for breaking and entering" I growled, but she made no move to leave.

"You aren't on the cop's innocent page anyways. So you can go right ahead but I promise I will get you for what you did to him!"

"Get. Out" I bit one last time with my eyes and voice lowered. My fists were clenched at my sides since I didn't trust what I would do if I got them on her.

She seemingly adhered to my warning and started to back out. I followed her all the way to the door to ensure that she was actually gone, but I noticed that the locks weren't broken or damaged.

I knew I didn't leave my door open, so that either meant she had great lock picking skills, or access to one of my keys.

Whatever it was, I didn't like it.

That meant she could find her way inside my house whenever she wanted to, and I obviously wasn't her favourite person. She could actually be the killer for all I know.

There was only one thing I could do. I had to take it to the authorities.

***

"Ms Leir. How can I help you? " Pam, the officer that performed the initial arrest, asked with a hint of surprise to see me.

"I've come to report a burglary. You people have it so laid out that I'm the killer right? Well guess who I just woke up to in my house? Sheldon's good for nothing supposingly fiancé!" I complained, still not over the fact that she had the gauge to enter my house.

It's the audacity for me.

"Who Mia?" Pam asked in shock, which only shocked me further.

Before I could answer, I felt a presence behind me and I turned to see that it was Mr Detective himself. It felt slightly exciting to see him again, but I was very much still pissed.

"Cianna? " He questioned in confusion before a small smirk appeared on his lips. "You really want to be locked up don't you? " On any other day, I would've laughed or played along to our inside joke, but I was in no mood.

"I don't feel safe in my own house. Mia was in my house this morning, and I demand you do something about it. She could be the killer for all I know" I filled him in quickly, and he looked to Pam and Mr Grumpy for clarification.

"Apparently Tristan, Ms Walters was in her house this morning when she woke up. We don't know the full situation as yet" Pam said.

"What more is there to know! " I gaped in shock. "Have you guys even brought her in for questioning yet? "

"We have talked to Ms Walters. She is a suspect but it's highly unlikely" The detective, who I've just learnt name is Tristan, added, causing me to gasp in disbelief.

"So she just up and told you that she didn't kill him and you believed her? I did too and I'm still the killer in most of your heads"

"Ms Walters and Mr Myers were engaged. In most instances, if she had the motive to kill him, she would've done so after they are married. As far as we see it, there is nothing she could've gained from killing him now" Tristan spoke clearly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, while I just gaped at him even longer.

"Oorrr... " I dragged with a hint of sarcasm in my tone. "She was with him even longer than I was, and when she found out about the affair, she killed him and wants me next. Isn't it kinda coincidental that after I broke up with him OVER TEXT that he just died? A phone that could've been accessed by, oh I don't know, A LOVER!"

"I have thought of that, but Mia testified that she was with Sheldon for only two months and she was fully aware of your relationship. He had um-" he stopped, looking away as if he didn't want to continue.

"He had what?" I urged, already impatient with everything.

"He had planned to break things off with you and marry her freely. She assumed that after you found out all this, you killed him"

"That bitch!" I shouted. She had this all painted on me.

"Language Ms Leir" Pam warned, causing me to roll my eyes.

"You see that this is bullshit right?" I asked, looking at the three of them.

"I can't pinpoint a clear conclusion just yet, but-"

"Are we forgetting why I am even here? " I cut him off by asking. " She. Broke. Into. My. House!"

"How did she even get in? " Pam asked mostly to herself.

"She must've used Sheldon's key. He had a key to my house and I had a key to his apartment. Somehow she must've -" I stopped when I noticed how Pam and Mr grumpy were looking at me.

"What? " I questioned.

"You said you have a key to his apartment? " Tristan asked with an eyebrow raised, so I raised one of my own.

"Had. I threw it out the window the night I saw him kissing that girl. "

"Are you sure? " He probed, and I had to really take a double take at the edge in his voice.

"Are you serious right now? "

"We did find your fingerprints on his doornob Ms Leir. This is not looking too good for you. " Officer Pam stated and that's when I had enough.

"You know what! I'll go find officers that actually want to help. But if I become another dead body for your statistics, I hope this moment will sit on your consciences for the rest of your corrupt lives! " And with that, I stomped my way out of the office.

How could they? I was literally reporting a CRIME and all they were doing was pinpointing me as the killer again. My anger rose as I made my way to my car and opened it, but I heard heavy footsteps coming towards me.

"Cianna!" A voice I've come to know called, but instead of turning around, I hopped into my car and started it. However, to my demise, he appeared at my window before I could drive off.

"Cianna wait. " He breathed rapidly as he leaned against my door. "I'm sorry if I made you feel terrible back there. I have no sure way of knowing what really happened that night, but I shouldn't have accused you like that"

"Apology accepted. Now I would really like to go" I stated quietly, actually hurt about the whole situation.

"I want to help. Mia is still as much as a suspect as you are, and I don't think it's safe that she has access to your house. Do you have anyone that you can stay with until we sort this out?" He asked and I nodded.

"I can stay with my dad. He lives not to far away from me. For now, I would appreciate if you could get that key"

"I will have a talk with Ms Walters and look deeper in the issue. Until then, you just stay with your dad. " He advised in a somewhat professional but concerned tone.

"Okay. This is my father's address. Let me know when you find anything " I scribbled mine and my dad's address on a paper before handing it to him.

"I will. " He assured as he backed away from the window. "Oh and Cianna" He called while I reversed from the parking space. He had a stupid smirk on his face as he waved at me.

"Keep those wrists safe for me"