Criminal Heart

Wow, I didn’t think I’d get so many responses at once to this fic. So since you guys love it, here is the next chapter!

Just a little FYI about the OC, she’s is a trigger-happy psycho. She shoots first and doesn’t bother asking questions. Fair trial, due process, innocent until guilty, what’s that? Nothing to her. If she thinks you’re guilty, then you better have your funeral all planned out because you’re getting a bullet.

Another FYI, my writing style in this story is going more along the lines of exactly what the character thinks. As everyone knows, people think very strange thoughts, especially people like Detective Moor. So you may get a headache at some point during this story with how her train of thought runs. But it makes it all the more exciting!

Enjoy!

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“I don’t need any fucking medical attention! I need to find this asshole! Let me go!” If this asshole doesn’t take his hands off me in 2 seconds he’s getting a bullet in a very uncomfortable place.

“Detective Moor you could have some serious internal injuries, now if you hold still and let me examine you…” I give the Healer a look that shuts him up quick. I know I’m fine and if I have any ‘internal injuries’, trust me they’ve been there long before I stepped foot into this case.

The Healer scowls at me and backs off, for now. Suddenly a hand is on my shoulder. Aw, shit. “I think it would be wise detective if you let the Healer look at you. We wouldn’t want anything bad happening to you now would we?” my boss says.

Great.

I nod. Can’t argue with the boss-man. I take one look at the Healer and I know he’s not going to make this very comfortable. He’s got that ‘I’m-going-to-poke-and-prod-every-place-it-hurts’ look.

I smile at him as I make my gun very visible to him. Ah, that wiped that shitty smile off his face.

The boss-man squeezes my shoulder hard, which already hurts like a bitch, and whispers, “Once you’re done with the Healer I want to see you back in my office.”

OK, so I’m either going to get fired or fucked. Maybe both. This is going to be a fun night.

As he leaves I take a look at my disk. Good, the bastard is still by the shore and alive. If he were dead then it would show a laughing skull and crossbones.

The Healer taps my on the shoulder and points to the chair behind me. He still thinks he’s not going to make this easy for me. He still thinks he’s going to cause me to be uncomfortable while he sticks me with his wand.

Oh you poor little man.

“Please remove your coat,” he says.

I comply of course.

He begins to move his wand over me, starting with my legs. He pokes at an open gash to see how deep it is.

“Mmmm. Do that again.”

He blushes, how cute. He continues to poke at the gash, which is pretty deep and hurts like a fucking whore, trying to heal it.

Lets see how much he can blush.

“Woo, ahh, yes. Oh gods give it to me. Oh, oh, oh. Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, yes! Woo! Oh you dirty, dirty little whore!”

At this point I seem to have gotten the attention of every cock and balls within a 5-mile radius.

The Healer scowls blackly at me and I just laugh in his face.

“What, no sense of humor?”

He doesn’t even crack a smile. Oh well, he must be gay.

He continues working on me, as I remain silent. The Auorors go back to working the scene, casting a glance or two my way. Oh, yeah they want to fuck me.

Finally, he finishes and quickly moves to the other side of the room, trying to keep himself busy. Time to make my leave.

“Detective Moor!” Igby calls out to me.

Why must people piss me off?

“What do you want?” He looks at me and fidgets with the satchel in his hands. He hands me the satchel and quickly moves to stand next to the Healer. He’s got a nice bruise forming on his jaw from earlier. Punk.

I look at what he gave me. It’s Snape’s.

I need to see the boss-man first. Once I’m done there I’ll see what this guy was up to. I look my disk one more time. He’s still there. Good, he’ll probably be there for a while anyhow.

Time to go start some shit.

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“You know, you still haven’t accepted my proposal. You know how I feel about you Maylene,” he says to me as I put my pants back on.

He’s lying on the floor behind his desk, naked in all his ebony glory. They say never shit where you eat, it’ll only cause trouble. Call me a bitch with a scat fetish then. I’d be crazy not to jump on this man’s bones. And what a fine set he has.

He’s waiting for my answer. I’m not going to give him any; he knows the drill. However, he thinks if he keeps fucking me like he does I’m going to fall madly in love with him and be his woman.

Sorry honey. This is one witch who won’t be another man’s bitch.

“Well?”

Is a hole in the ground that collects water from underground. “Well what” I ask as I tie my boots.

He stands up and saunters over to me, he thick cock standing proud and pointing at me. “You know damn well what I’m asking. You know how I feel about you and what I want. Why are you being so fucking evasive?” he sneers as I stand up to face him.

If its one thing I hate its cocky bastards, especially naked cocky bastards who think that because I fuck them I owe them something. I turn away from him and he grabs me roughly by the arm, trying to pull me closer to them.

Bad move brother man.

The next thing he realizes is he’s face down on the desk with my gun placed right up against his balls. No one puts their hands on me unless I tell them to.

“You want to piss me off Louis? You really want to piss me off? Put your hands on my again and I’ll make sure you won’t have anything to piss out of. It’s over Louis. You were a good fuck but a lousy boss. Next time I see you it’s going to be cordial and professional. Any funny business and you’ll end up in the morgue next to your ex-wife got it?”

Fuck with me will you?

I let him up from his desk and walk out the door. No reason in sticking around for the messy shit. Time to go bag me a bad guy.

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A little more in depth to our anti-hero’s mind. She’s a crazy bitch no?

Hope ya enjoyed this chapter. Final chapter should be up soon!

Aggie