chapter 117

word count: 1512

hank was the first to arrive at the 45^th street precinct.. as he bobbed and weaved his way through the overcrowded squad room, he was informed by the front desk lieutenant that she had received a call from mick johnson just moments before,, and he was taking some time off to comfort his distraught mother,, as well as see to the final arraignments for his dearly departed twin brother.. 

it came as no surprise, in fact hank had surmised as much.. he couldn't help but remember back to all the disconcerting details he had to deal with in the aftermath of his dear departed wife patricia’s death.. he had taken the whole week off,, but had made countless stops at the precinct during that time,, not so much to catch up on his open case load,, but more or less for moral support.. he suspected mick would do the same.. something about being surrounded by the safety and security of your brother detectives had a way of bringing some semblance of normalcy to life,, especially when faced with something as abnormal as planning a funeral for a dearly departed loved one.. 

had gil not reasoned away the fact that he had not received a call or message from buzz because he more than likely had his phone powered down while he was ‘getting busy’ with that vindictive blonde he had ever so hastily picked up at the bar last night, hank may have given the fact that neither he nor gil had heard from buzz more consideration.. 

‘no worries.' he thought to himself as he thoughtlessly sloughed it off.. after all, buzz had contacted mick after he saw to it that his mother was safely tucked in for the evening, so chances were that he was fine,, and they would either see of hear from him sometime this morning.. 

hank took one look at his desk and had to resist the impulse to run in the other direction.. 

“jeezus!!” he said aloud as he surveyed the mounds of new paperwork that had made its way to his desk over the course of the previous night.. hadn’t he just gone through all of this last night?? or was it the night before?? truth be told so much had happened over the course of the last few days hank had literally lost track.. 

and then there was stephanie..  ever present in his mind,, permeating his every thought.. what he really wanted to be doing right now was calling steph and setting up a time to meet with her tonight,, not organizing,, and heaven forbid, completing all the necessary paperwork on the open cases that littered his desk.. paperwork that seemingly multiplied of its own accord every time he turned his back.. 

hank checked his watch.. 8:15.. too early to call stephanie without sounding like a desperate old man.. and that was the last image of himself he wanted to portray to her.. he decided to busy himself with at least organizing the sea of paperwork before him,, getting all the individual cases sorted out and into the corresponding file folder.. yes,, he would work on that till gil decided to show up.. then maybe the two of them could grab a cuppa joe,, and after that maybe he would be able to justify a call to stephanie, before he submerged himself in the arduous task at hand.. 

he grabbed the folders that corresponded with the open cases he had floating around on his desk at the moment.. simone and johnson were legitimate homicide investigations.. then there was trudy hunt,, how he had gotten mixed up in that debacle he was still not sure,, but maybe if he gathered all the paperwork together he could hand it off to buzz,, after all he had a more personal interest in the case seeing as how he was banging the defendant.

before hank had really had the time to even make a dent in the vast array of papers that threatened to swallow his desk whole at any moment in time,, gil rounded the corner to his cubical.. 

“how’s it hangin’ studly??” gil mused as he peeked his head in and gave hank one of those all-knowing smiles only someone all too familiar with the ‘gil machine’ would understand.. 

hank took one look at his freshly showered but as of yet unshaven partner and quickly retorted, “i’d have to say a hell of a lot better than it looks like its hangin’ for you!!”

“what??” gil snorted,, “you tryin’ to say i am looking a little worse for the wear?”

“do the words, ‘rode hard and put away wet’ mean anything to you?” hank couldn’t help but chortle back at him playfully..

“whew!” exclaimed gil. “last night was one for the books.. how the hell did you let me drive outta there in that condition last night?? and with that boisterous blonde at that??”

“as if anything i could have said or done would have made any difference..” hank said knowingly,, as he stood up, thankful to have the opportunity to leave the overwhelming sea of paperwork behind him,, if only for a little while..

“wadda ya say we grab a cuppa joe and recant the evenings events?”

“you recant all you want!!” gil laughed back at him. 

“i can’t remember a fucking thing!!”

hank gave gil a hearty slap on the back, as the two of them headed off toward the coffee pot.

“holy christ!” gil exclaimed in response to hank’s firm hand on his back. “have some respect for the walking dead , will ya??”

the two laughed and wandered off together.. it was evident from the way they poked and prodded each other as they traversed the squad room,, that camaraderie had won out victoriously over any rift simone may have tried to interject between them.. 

yep, it felt just like old times.. 

***

in light of the fact that the lead detectives that were supposed to be compiling evidence against trudy had been sidetracked by what originally had appeared to have been the loss of one of their own,, no court date had been set for trudy, and she remained in limbo.. 

thus far no definitive charges had been filed against her, as the investigation was on going.. well,, actually it was buried on hank’s desk,, but to date she was none the wiser.. 

trudy would have been the last one to light a fire under due process as it would ultimately have led to her receiving the speedy trial that was proclaimed to have been her right under the law,, and she was in no way prepared to leave simone’s side.. 

the fact that not one of her ‘gentleman friends’ shall we say, had made any effort what so ever to come to her aid only solidified her rapturous loyalty to simone.. not only was simone additively sexually arousing in a way trudy had never before experienced,, but she had cemented the relationship by jumping to her defense,, putting herself physically in between trudy and that useless piece of shit, gil bettencourt, when he even attempted to speak to her in the least bit threatening tone of voice.. 

as trudy lay awake on her cot,, she looked lovingly across the room at the still sleeping simone.. she looked almost cherubic lying there.. it took everything trudy had not to climb into simone’s cot with her and smother her with kisses.. 

her arms ached to hold her.. her body ached to feel her ever gentle caress.. her nether regions ached to be satisfied in a way trudy had come to know,, only simone could satisfy her.. 

‘no,’ trudy said to herself, ‘it had never been like this with a man,, any man..’ and god knew she had tried at least one of every variety.. 

as she lay silently reliving every glorious moment she had spent succumbing to simone’s sexual prowess,, her hand found its way into her department of corrections issue orange scrubs and she closed her eyes,,  imagining that the fingers she felt feverishly fondling her aching female bits to be simone's.. 

she listened as the voices in her head spoke to her in simone’s sultry tones,, begged her to “let mama make it all better” just as she knew simone would have been doing as she expertly brought her to a feverish climax..  

at the precise moment trudy’s body began to writhe uncontrollably with delight,, she heard simone stir.. unable to deny her body this moment of ecstasy,, trudy remained diligent to the task at hand,, and went on to envision simone’s beautiful silky blonde hair caressing her thighs as the desperate waves of satisfaction wracked her body,, visibly shaking her voluptuously curvaceous body from the inside out.. 

as trudy allowed herself to luxuriate in the warm waves of culmination as they swept over her body like the hot sweet breath of her lover,, she heard simone say something.. something almost inaudible.. in fact, had she not repeated it over and over again, trudy would not have been able to discern what she was saying at all.. 

“brenda.” simone repeated breathlessly..

 “mmmmm,, my brenda…”