Will You Be Mine? -Epic Maddness

Chapter 1

She jumped out of her sleep to her cell ringing. Her bed was soaked to the mattress with sweat. The alarm read 2:24 am, she wondered who would be calling this late, but then she also remembered what she does for a living.

She picked up her phone, “Detective Yancy.”

The voice on the other end of the phone wasn’t one that she recognized, but the woman sounded panicked and seemed to know her.

“Detective Yancy, this is Irena, they have my sister, you have to come quick! They going to kill her!” the young girl cried in her broken English.

Irena was a Ukrainian national that was brought to America via an Eastern European bride service. Detective Sammi Yancy was the lead on the case, which involved not only Irena, but her two young sisters.

“Okay, Irena, I need you to calm down, talk slowly. Who has your sister?”

“Aleksi Khyut, I told you he would find us, he said that if I no bring all the money tomorrow, he going to kill her, then next Ivana, then me.”

“Did he say where he was taking her? Irena, did he say anything about where they were going?”

She wasn’t prepared for all this excitement at 2 in the morning, but duty called. She tried to keep Irena talking on the phone as she threw on her wrinkled business suit from the day before. In that moment she realized that she hadn’t done laundry in a week, and was running out of clean shirts.

“He didn’t say, but I don’t know what to do, I don’t have his money and the government say they going to deport us!”

“Can you meet me at the 142 Maple street? It is a café called, Uncommon Grounds.” She was trying to think of a place that none of the Ukrainian mob would think to look.

“I can’t, if they know I talk to the police I am dead right now.” Irena sounded even more panicked than she had when she first called.

“You have to trust me, this place is completely safe. Please, Irena?” Sammi didn’t actually know if there was truth in what she was saying. She knew the Ukrainian mob had power, but she couldn’t ever be sure how much.

Detective Yancy finally got Irena to agree to the meeting. She contemplated calling her partner, but due to their recent strained friendship she had decided against it. On her way to the café, she tried to remember when she actually gave her cell number to the victim; she realized she didn’t actually know. Her life had become quite the mess since she had told her partner, Detective Heredia, that she had feelings for her.

Det. Yancy pulled up to the café and waited outside for Irena, just to be sure she wasn’t followed. Irena had brought Ivana with her, fearing that if she left her alone, Khyut would find her.

“Sorry for calling so late, I had nobody else. Ivana told me not to trust you, but I know you have good heart.” Irena explained that in the Ukraine the police were not there to help, and Ivana learned this the hard way.

“It is no problem, I told you, you could call me anytime, and I meant that.” Sammi didn’t know if she had really made this pact, but it sounded good, and she did sincerely care for the girls.

The three women sat down at a back booth and the detective ordered coffee for the girls. She watched as Ivana looked every which way to ease her mind. Irena just stared into the cup of dark liquid waiting for the detective to ignite the conversation.

Chapter 2

“Hey Jessye, you are in early. Any leads on the Khyut case?”

Detective Jessye Heredia had been in homicide for 5 years, and not once in those 5 years had she ever been early. She hadn’t been able to think straight since her argument with her long-time, professional partner Sammi Yancy.

“Sam texted me earlier and said she had something, but we haven’t spoken this morning…yet...” She knew her hesitation would bring about questions with Det. Bobby Desmund.

“Yet? You make it sound like you two hate each other. Are you guys alright?”

Det. Desmund had had a schoolboy crush on Jessye since she’d transferred in from California Vice. She had always found him to be a sweet guy, but hasn’t found the heart to tell him she is gay.

“We just had a small disagreement…we are fine...” she felt her face become hot as she lied to her coworker; she hoped it didn’t show in an embarrassing red glow.

After about an hour of suspicious looks Bobby finally left on a DOA call from a uniform. Jessye had just begun to relax when Sammi came strolling through the door to the homicide unit.

“Did you check into that lead I sent you?” Sammi remained casual; she didn’t want to make a scene in front of the entire squad. She also didn’t want Jessye to know how much their argument devastated her.

“Um, yeah my guy in vice says that Khyut owns several storage houses around the city, do you wanna go check it out?” Surprised at the calm in her own voice, she suggested the most work related thing she could think of. Then it dawned on her, what she just suggested would leave the two of them alone together in the car, driving for hours.

“I’ll take this one by myself, thanks Heredia.” Sammi had tried her hardest to not sound rude, but nonetheless Jessye knew she wanted to go alone because of her.

“Are we on a last name basis now?” Jessye’s voice was angry; the partners had not been on last name terms since the summer Jessye transferred over.

So much for not wanting to cause a scene in the squad room. As Jessye raised her voice three other detectives stared in amusement, being that Yancy and Heredia were the only female detectives in Homicide, the men were looking forward to the show.

“Can we do this somewhere private and not now?” Sammi was surprised that she didn’t raise her voice at the confrontation. She hated confrontation.

“NO! I think now is a perfect time!” Jessye was livid, she rarely let her personal life affect her home life, but this needed to be solved.

Chapter 3

The door slammed to Sammi Yancy’s apartment. Her place was the closest, so it seemed only reasonable that they go argue at her place; it was private.

“You can’t just start screaming in the squad room!” Sammi found herself lecturing.

“We need to settle this regardless of what they think!” Jessye was referring to all of her male colleagues.

“They don’t even know how I feel; they didn’t even know there was a problem until you started freaking out!” Sammi was starting to lose her temper.

Yancy knew she crossed the line when she accused Jessye of freaking out.

“So now I’m freaking out! I don’t know what it is with you! Did you expect me to fall into your arms and confess my undying love when you told me how you felt?” Jessye wanted to take those words back as soon as they left her mouth.

Sammi had a pain in her eyes that only a person she truly cared for could cause. She stood dumbfounded staring at the shorter detective, and then felt her knees start to slowly give. She sat down on her rugged lazyboy.

“I guess you’re right, I did expect too much, and didn’t know enough…” Sammi’s voice was so low and solemn that she didn’t think that Jessye heard her.

“Sam, I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just that it is complicated. You know?” Jessye was determined to fix things with her longtime partner and best friend.

Sammi just sat motionless staring out the window. She hadn’t realized it until now, but her eyes were filled with tears, and her entire body felt stiff. She needed sleep lots of sleep.

“Sammi? Sam, are you crying? Look at me please, can we talk about this, it’s not as if I have no feelings for you at all…” Jessye realized how much she did actually care for her partner and not just in the friendly sort of way.

“Jess, can we please just get through today, and then you can yell at me, or hit me, or be angry with me tomorrow?” She wiped the tears from her eyes and walked to the door, suggesting she wanted to leave.

Jessye simply nodded, then walked out the door into the musty hallway. Sammi followed and quickly tried to compose herself before she headed back to the station. She knew there would be looks, many looks.

Back at the station Detective Yancy’s prediction was accurate; there were tons of eyes on the female detectives. Luckily they were just there to pick up some addresses and then were heading out to search dozens of warehouses.

Chapter 4

“15 and so far we have nothing!” Jessye was extremely vocal to avoid awkward silences throughout their day.

Sammi was ready to call it quits; she knew that they needed more information on Aleksi Khyut or they were just wasting time. She also realized that it was a strong possibility that Ivaja, Irena and Ivana’s sister, was already dead.

Irena had until tonight to get the money to Khyut, but both Irena and Sammi new that Aleksi Khyut wasn’t a merciful man.

Detective Yancy’s phone rang as her and Detective Heredia were heading back to the station, to do a little more digging into Khyut’s file.

“Detective Yancy.” Sammi’s voice was strained and scratchy. Jessye knew it was due to their spat earlier.

“This is Ivana, Can I meet you, Irena not know I call, but I know where Aleksi take Ivaja.” Ivana sounded calm which threw the detective off guard.

After Ivana hung up, Detective Yancy pulled into the nearest coffee shop, she knew the day was about to get a little longer. Detective Heredia was confused, her partner hadn’t yet told her the news, but she wasn’t going to pry.

“What do we have on Ivana Kosic?” Sammi asked her partner in a suspicious sort of tone.

“Just that she is the our vic’s older sister and that she has had a few run-ins with the law in the Ukraine. Why? Was that her? Did she say something?” Jessye was becoming nervous and began her “20 questions” phase.

Ivana had more than a “few” run-ins with the law, 36 counts of prostitution, and 5 counts of assault. Detective Yancy knew that Ivana’s past had been a sketchy one, due to her growing up in a motherless household. Authorities in Ukraine were positive that she had been abused by her father, along with Irena and Ivaja.

“I somehow think that Ivana is involved in the kidnapping of her sister…” Sammi Yancy said slowly and quietly as if she was trying to process what she was saying.

“Really? She was looking to be on the straight and narrow, she even got out of the business after she was brought here.” Jessye seemed confused by Sammi’s accusations.

“Does Aleksi Khyut appear in Ivana’s files before the mail-order bride case?” Pushing for information, detective Yancy questioned her partner.

“Not that I saw at a glance, I didn’t look deep into her file, but now that we suspect her, I can take a second look.” Jessye offered.

“We need to take a second look at a lot of things…” And the day grew longer with every word that left Sammi Yancy’s mouth.

Chapter 5

It was dim in the little coffee shop. Detective Yancy met with Ivana at the place thay had gone before- Uncommon Grounds.

“What do you know about your sister’s disappearance?” Sammi Yancy jumped straight to the point, just as she always did. “My sister, Irena, she always is the good one, she always try to stop the things Ivaja and I do, but she never really know what happen.” Ivana seemed nervous, but not the I did something wrong kind.

“Ivana, if you had something to do with this you should be trying to get a lawyer, and protect yourself.” Detective Yancy was a protector; she knew that Ivana needed help.

“Just listen! You don’t know what happen to us! Irena, she have good life but Ivaja and me, we get abused and sold! It’s my father, he do this to Ivaja, he know Aleksi! They friends!” Practically yelling the entire time, Ivana began to cry.

Detective Yancy knew there was more that Ivana knew, but now she had another girl to save, Ivana. A sexually and physically violent home life can be just as traumatizing as a kidnapping, and if Aleksi Khyut found out that Ivana helped the police, she would be as good as dead.

“Ivana, take a breath, sweetie. I know you don’t trust police, but I need you to trust me. It’s the only way I can help you and Ivaja.” Sammi heard herself giving the trust speech as she did to many a frightened woman, but this time it wasn’t her detectiveness kicking in, it was her instincts as a woman.

“I hear a phone call at one of the houses I work, Aleksi have a yacht, he call it the Bosnian Dream. I think that is where he have Ivaja. Please, don’t tell Irena, then she know I still work for him.” Panicked now more than anything, Ivana got up without saying another word.

 Detective Sammi Yancy was completely bombarded with a variety of plans on what to do next. She realized she didn’t have a clue. Her only plan was to go home and sleep-tomorrow she would save Ivaja, she had to.

The ride home was quiet, but Sammi’s head was still very loud. She unlocked all five of her locks on her front door-she took more precautions than a 9mm Ruger-and flipped the switch to her kitchen light. She turned on the kettle and continued to her room to delight in her tank top and boy-short underwear. To her surprise Jessye was laying in her bed with only a white tank top on.

Sammi knew she would be delighting in something a little more exciting than boy-short underwear, tonight.

Chapter 6

Sammi stood in the doorway to her quaint little bedroom gazing at Jessye as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world-to Sammi, she was.

She hadn’t realized how long she had been captivated by Jessye until the tea kettle began to whistle.

“I forgot I gave you a key. Let me go turn off the kettle, don’t go anywhere!” Sammi’s voice sounded worried, as if Jessye was going to evaporate while she was out of the room.

“That was fast.” Jessye stated in a seductive voice.

“I had a bit of motivation…” Sammi blushed.

“Sam, relax, let’s talk about some things before we get down and dirty…” Jessye automatically assumed there would be dirty time by the look on Sammi’s face.

“Jessye…Jess, are you sure you want to be here? You don’t have to feel the same way I do, you know? I do understand.” Sammi found herself leading the conversation.

“I am positive this is where I want to be. Sam, I have wanted you for a very long time, but I didn’t ever want our partnership to become awkward. Do you understand?” Jessye’s face turned soft as she spoke.

“I know, Jess. That is why I didn’t tell you how I felt until now. But after our last case, I almost lost you, and I can’t go through that again.” Sammi spilled all the thoughts her scattered brain could process.

Jessye slowly stood and silently walked over to her partner. She grabbed her hands and looked deep into Sammi’s soft brown eyes.

“I am going to kiss you.” Jessye stated matter-of-factly.

Before Sammi even had a chance to respond, Jessye’s lips were already parting hers. Softly at first, but then the kisses became more firm, more urgent. Before she knew it, Sammi had lead Jessye to the bed.

“Please Sam, I need this. I need you!” Jessye’s voice was pleading; she couldn’t wait any longer.

Jessye turned to move farther onto the bed, but was stopped mid-crawl by a horny Sammi. From behind Sam slowly pulled up the tight white tank top Jessye was wearing.

Jessye twirled around once the shirt came over her head, standing completely nude in front of Sammi.

“Jess, you are beautiful!” Sammi found herself blushing again.

“So are you my dear partner and I intend to let you know it every second of tonight and the rest of my life.” Jessye wasn’t sure if she made a mistake when reciting the last part of what she just said.

“You want to be with me for the rest of our lives?” Sammi asked shyly fighting back tears.

“That’s all I want, Sam. Sammi Yancy, I love you with all my heart and soul.” It was as if she just recited her vows.

In that moment Sammi knew that all she could ever want and ever need would be in Jessye. Tears began to fall from her soft eyes, and with a swipe of a finger Jessye pushed all the fears aside.

Jessye pulled Sammi carefully onto the bed, helped her out of her clothes, and kissed her lips ever so softly.

“Sam, I will take care of you.” With these words, Jessye meant, in every way possible.

Sammi reached up to touch Jessye’s pale cheek and pulled her down closer.

“I’ll never let you go.” And with that Sammi gave every ounce of passion in her body to the love of her life.

Aleksi Khyut and the Kosic sisters were as far away from her mind as they could be. She wasn’t Detective Yancy tonight; she was just Sammi, madly in love with Jessye.

Chapter 7

The room had developed an orb of heat with no effort at all. Jessye placed kisses all around Sammi’s neck, then the kisses slowly turned into soft nibbles.

Sammi’s back arched slightly in pleasure as her nails drew up Jessye’s back, leaving faint red lines behind.

Both woman had begun to quicken their breath, it wasn’t clear whether it was from the heat or what was about to unravel.

Jessye bit harder along Sammi’s collar bone and Sammi answered with a slight buck of her hip into Jessye.

“Sam, oh Sam!” Jessye was at a loss for words due to the slight movement of her lover, into her.

Sammi smiled playfully and bit her lip. Jessye couldn’t resist, she pushed her lips hard against Sammi’s. Sammi let out a breathless moan and entwined her fingers into the brunette’s hair, pulling her closer to her.

Jessye gave no warning about what was to come next, she had been waiting far too long to work up to it. She dropped two fingers between her partners heated thighs; she could feel Sammi’s moist heat. Before Sammi had time to react Jessye had entered her.

“OH FUCK!” Sammi’s tone had risen significantly, and she decided then that her neighbors were gonna get a fruit basket out of this.

Sammi’s back moved into a deeper arch and her grip on Jessye’s hair pulled tighter. Jessye pumped into Sammi with urgency, their bodies moved in a fast paced rhythm.

“Let me know how you want it, baby.” Jessye’s breathless statement invited so many ideas.

“Harder, I want you harder in me, Jess!” Sammi pleaded more than stated, she needed Jessye.

Jessye pushed harder into Sammi adding a second finger into the act. Sammi arranged her body so that she could both pleasure and be pleasured. She began to rub Jessye’s clit in rhythm with Jessye’s movements.

Their moaning gained volume as they gained momentum. Sammi slipped two fingers into her lover and Jessye was pushed over the edge.

The lovers climaxed together, with a thrash of heat, hair pulling, and loud, unrecognizable sounds. Then their bodies fell limp beside one another.

Jessye slowly pulled out of Sammi and wrapped her in an embrace. Sammi slowly did the same in order to pull Jessye into a passionate kiss.

The women gazed deeply into each other’s eyes until they had both drifted into a blissful sleep. Not once did their bodies untwine from one another.