Justice Served Part 3

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"Just Sloan," Sloan replied automatically as she took his hand.

"Captain."

Henry pointed at one of the chairs and Sloan sat, crossing her blue jeansclad legs with a nonchalance she did not feel. She rested her hands on her knees with her ngers loose, despite the fact that she wanted to ball them into sts. Tension thrummed through her limbs like current along a high-voltage line.

Rebecca sat silently beside Sloan.

"I won't even pretend to understand what it is that you do, Ms....



uh, Sloan," Henry said, sitting erect in his chair, his hands clasped on the desk. As usual, his white s.h.i.+rt was wrinkle free and b.u.t.toned to the top, where his tie lay neatly knotted. He had rolled each cuff up precisely once. His eyes, intent on Sloan's face, were brown, a shade darker than his skin, and sharp with intelligence. "But I appreciate the fact that you played a critical part in Detective Frye's investigation. I also understand that there's more work to be done."

"At this point, Captain, your electronic surveillance unit should be able to follow up on most of the information we uncovered." Sloan knew that probably wasn't true, but it was the polite thing to say.

"You're right," Captain Henry said, nodding thoughtfully. "At least, you would be, if we had an electronic surveillance unit. But we don't."

Despite the fact that, in the last few years, all branches of government * 31 *

RADCLY fFE and industry had stressed computer security, local law enforcement agencies lagged far behind in developing electronic surveillance units, mostly because they lacked personnel with the necessary skills. Sloan said nothing.

"The mayor and the chief and the head of City Council are very grateful that you and Detective Lieutenant Frye were able to uncover this p.o.r.nography ring." Captain Henry's expression remained neutral, but the barest undercurrent of sarcasm edged his tone. "They were also, however, deeply embarra.s.sed by the fact that such a thing existed in our city. They want to be sure something like this doesn't happen again."

Sloan took a quick look at Rebecca. Detective lieutenant, huh?

I guess a lot has happened in the last twenty-four hours. Frye stared straight ahead, her expression completely unreadable. Sloan was momentarily irritated, wis.h.i.+ng that Frye had given her a heads-up as to what the h.e.l.l this meeting was all about, because she still didn't have any idea. Then her mind focused on what Henry was saying, although she couldn't really believe what she was hearing.

"...been authorized to hire a civilian consultant to set up the unit.

We'd like you to do it."

"I'm not available, but I can recommend several well-quali ed security experts who could handle the job," Sloan said immediately.

"City Hall wants to see immediate action on this," Henry countered evenly. "You're already cleared. Security screening on the others would take too long."

Sloan couldn't help but laugh-a short, humorless sound.

"Obviously, your system does need help. I wouldn't pa.s.s a decent security screen."

"You've already demonstrated your considerable abilities, and Lieutenant Frye vouches for you personally." Henry's expression never changed. "In addition to that, you've already been cleared at the highest level."

"Highest level?"

"Agent Clark from the Justice Department."

"Clark," Sloan whispered.

"While overseeing the development of the ESU," Henry continued smoothly, "you'll be a.s.signed to Lieutenant Frye's unit."

Sloan was still trying to absorb the fact that Clark had vouched for her. He should know that her arrest and subsequent dismissal from the * 32 *

Justice Served Justice Department disquali ed her from a position such as this. The fact that he had paved the way made the entire offer suspect.

"I need to think about it."

Henry stood. "Of course." He extended his hand. When Sloan took it, he squeezed gently. "Just remember, we have two dead police of cers whose murderer is unaccounted for, an unsolved attempted vehicular homicide-I believe you're familiar with that incident- and"-he glanced at Rebecca-"a mole somewhere with direct access to our personnel and case les. The ident.i.ties of those individuals is probably somewhere in here." He rested his hand on his computer. "I'd like you to nd them, if you can."

Sloan stared at the blank computer monitor, but what she saw was Michael lying in the street in front of their building, her face pale, her body battered and bruised, a maroon river streaming from beneath her head. Her hands closed into sts.

"Oh," Sloan murmured softly, "I can."

v Michael La.s.siter stared at the computer screen, willing her eyes to focus. A dull throb reverberated at the base of her skull, impeding her ability to concentrate. Queasiness simmered in the pit of her stomach.

With effort, she settled her trembling ngers on the keyboard and began a memo to the division heads of Innova Design Consultants, the company she had founded with her ex-husband and now headed.

Fifteen minutes later, she had completed one paragraph, and her head threatened to explode. Sporadic ashes of light streaked across her eld of vision, and the queasiness had swelled to a surging tide of nausea.

She closed her eyes, hoping to ght down the sickness.

"Michael?" Sloan crossed the loft in long strides, her face creased with concern. She knelt by Michael's chair while cupping her hand at the base of Michael's neck. "Baby?"

Comforted by the cool touch of her lover's ngers, Michael leaned into Sloan's caress. "Aren't you supposed to be working?"

"Missed you," Sloan murmured, her eyes riveted to Michael's pale face. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to get a little work done myself."

Sloan struggled not to let her apprehension show. Michael looked * 33 *

RADCLY fFE so frail, and her obvious pain knifed Sloan's heart. "Rus.h.i.+ng things a little, aren't you?" She lifted Michael's hand and brushed a kiss over her knuckles. "Ali said you should take it easy for a few weeks. Not to expect too much."

Michael turned her head, resting her cheek in Sloan's palm. "I didn't think that reading my e-mail quali ed as a major endeavor."

"Why don't you lie down for a little while." Sloan slid her hand beneath Michael's elbow. "Come on, I'll walk you into the bedroom."

"Is there something you're not telling me?" Michael asked, remaining motionless, searching Sloan's face. "Something about what happened to me?"

"No." Sloan crouched again until their eyes were at the same level.

She held Michael's gaze as she lightly stroked her cheek. "No. You had a really bad concussion. Remember Ali said it might be a few weeks before the symptoms cleared up? Headaches especially. It's probably just too soon to work at the computer."

"Sloan," Michael said fervently, "that's where I do most of my work. I'm a design consultant."

"I know, baby, I know." The edge of anxiety in Michael's voice was unmistakable, and Sloan ached to rea.s.sure her. "But you've only been out of the hospital a week. This is normal."

"I hate this." Michael wrapped her arms around Sloan's neck and leaned into her, resting her cheek on Sloan's shoulder. "I hate feeling so weak, and I hate feeling useless. And I hate being apart from you most of all."

"Oh no, baby. No." Sloan rose slowly, enfolding Michael in her arms, and kissed her forehead, then her lips. "You're getting better, and that's the most important thing to me. Lying with you at night, holding you, waking up with you beside me. That's everything."

Michael pressed against her, needing her solid strength. "Not quite everything."

Sloan's pulse skyrocketed as Michael's breath caressed her neck and the soft curves of Michael's body melded to her own. The rush of arousal was entirely beyond her control, and she tried valiantly not to let her desire show. They had made love brie y several days before, despite Sloan's protests. Michael had seemed to need the connection, and Sloan could refuse her nothing. But despite her body's acute response to her lover's nearness, s.e.x was the last thing on Sloan's mind. All she wanted * 34 *

Justice Served was for Michael to be well. "No, de nitely not everything, but those other things can wait."

"No choice." Michael sighed, brus.h.i.+ng her lips over Sloan's.

"d.a.m.n-I'm sorry. I need to lie down." She mustered a smile. "Then I want you to tell me what you've been doing since last night."

Once they were settled in the bedroom, Michael curled against Sloan's side with her head on her lover's shoulder. While Sloan recounted the details of the meeting at Police Plaza, Michael listened without comment, her arm curved around Sloan's waist.

"So you agreed?" Michael asked when Sloan fell silent.

"More or less," Sloan said. "I agreed to submit a preliminary a.s.sessment of the status of their electronic retrieval and a.n.a.lysis capabilities, along with my recommendations for developing a state-of-the-art electronic surveillance unit. Probably once they see my bill, that will be the end of it."

Michael laughed gently. "Why did you agree? You don't need the work, and I can't imagine that they'll be able to pay your going rate."

Sloan shrugged but said nothing. Her continued silence triggered every one of Michael's alarms, but the persistent throbbing in her head made it hard for her to think clearly. She was aware only of a sense of unease, and her frustrating inability to process it made her headache even worse. She sighed.

"I can't gure this out on my own, love," Michael said quietly.

"Please tell me."

"Developing the ESU is a straightforward job. It'll be a little frustrating due to the antiquated equipment and bureaucratic roadblocks that are sure to exist, but all in all, it might be fun."

"And?"

Sloan pressed her lips to Michael's temple and rubbed her hand in gentle circles over the center of Michael's back. "And I'll have access to every computer in the system. Somewhere in there is the answer that we've all been looking for."

"You mean..." Michael began hesitantly. Frowning, she tried desperately to sort out the fragments of memory and shattered connections in her still-traumatized brain. "...who killed Rebecca's partner?"

Sloan nodded.

"And who...hurt me?"

* 35 *

RADCLY fFE "Yes."

"And then what will you do?"

Sloan knew the answer that Michael wanted. She knew the answer but hesitated, because she couldn't lie to her. "I don't know."

Michael raised her head, ignoring the surge of pain, to look into Sloan's eyes. "You promised me you would tell Rebecca. I remember that. You promised."

"I did," Sloan whispered. She closed her eyes and pressed her face into the soft fragrance of Michael's hair. Her voice barely registered a whisper. "It's just that...I want to hurt someone for hurting you."

"I know." Michael stroked Sloan's cheek, then threaded her ngers into Sloan's hair. She raised her mouth to Sloan's and kissed her gently.

"I won't ask you to keep your promise, because I know that you will."

Sloan let the comfort of Michael's kiss soothe her troubled soul, wondering if she would be able to keep her lover's trust.

* 36 *

Justice Served

CHAPTER FOUR.

Sloan jerked awake to the ringing of the bedside phone. Cursing silently, she tried to reach it without s.h.i.+fting Michael's head from her shoulder, hoping not to rouse her.

"I'll get it," Michael whispered, rolling carefully toward the side of the bed. She retrieved the portable handset and pa.s.sed it to Sloan before curling up against her lover's side again.

"Sloan," she said, her voice thick with the remnants of sleep. She couldn't believe she'd dropped off in the middle of the day. She rarely slept, day or night, when in the middle of a project. The investigation with Rebecca's team had been ongoing for several weeks, and her role in it had grown so steadily that she and Jason had put all their other contracts on hold. Now, when she was so close to a breakthrough-with nding Michael's a.s.sailant as the payoff-she could think of little else.

Only her concern for Michael's well-being took precedence. "Uh-huh.

Sure. That sounds ne."

"Problem?" Michael asked when Sloan hung up with a faint groan.

"No, just a meeting with Frye." Sloan kissed Michael's forehead and eased away. "But I'm going to have to go. I'm sorry. You should sleep a little longer."

Michael laughed. "Darling, all I do is sleep." She sat up slowly, then stood. "Let me walk you out."

Sloan took her hand as they left the bedroom. "You know, there's something I forgot to tell you. I invited Mitch.e.l.l to stay here for a few days-until she's getting around a little bit better."

"I think that's a good idea. When is she coming?"

"Today sometime. Her girlfriend Sandy too."

"Well, we've got room."

"You don't mind?" Sloan stopped in front of the loft doors and * 37 *

RADCLY fFE curved an arm around Michael's waist, drawing her near. "Because if it's too much-"

"I don't plan on cooking and cleaning for them, darling," Michael chided gently. "It'll be ne. The company will be nice." She kissed Sloan lingeringly, cleaving to her as she did. When she drew away, she sighed contentedly. "G.o.d, you feel so good."

"You too," Sloan replied, her voice husky and low.

"My headache's gone." Michael cupped her hand behind Sloan's neck and kissed her again.

"Oh, baby," Sloan gasped. "I have to go. Frye is going to be here any minute."

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