Ours(27)

After getting dressed, she went to work hoping she still had a job.

Sandy sat at her desk. She’d been there for four hours and started to relax as nothing had been said about Saturday night when her boss called her into his office. He sat behind his desk with an uncomfortable look on his face.

“Er, um, Sandy, well, you see, with the economy being the way it is at the moment, we are looking to do some downsizing.”

Sandy closed her eyes to stop the tears as he continued, “I’m really sorry to say this, but we have to let you go. You will get a redundancy package and a wonderful recommendation for your next job. We would like you to finish out the da—”

Taking a deep breath, she stood as her temper started to make itself known. She knew they weren’t laying her off because of the economic crisis. It was because of Saturday. Sandy didn’t know if it was because her men had manhandled his brother, or if it was because she was with two men. Right now she really didn’t care.

She cut him off. “What part about Saturday night is getting me fired? Is it because I’m seeing two men? Or is it because one of those men almost killed your brother?”

Her boss wiggled in his seat and looked anywhere but at her as he mumbled, “A little bit of both, but mostly that you embarrassed Richard in front of everyone. Look, you’re a nice woman, but we have a reputation, and I think it will be best after Saturday that you find another job, so it’s not uncomfortable around here.”

“Uncomfortable for who?”

Her boss cleared his throat several times.

Sandy had gotten angrier each time he spoke. She stood and walked to the door. “I will be out of here in ten minutes. Bye. Oh, and good luck finding someone as good as me.”

After storming to her desk, she dumped the contents of her drawers into a box with the rest of her things. She grabbed her bag, marched out of the office, got in her car, and drove to the police station to kill one big bear.

On the way to her destination, she stopped at the shops to buy some doughnuts as she was sure that’s what cops were supposed to eat.

Arriving at the police station, she parked as close as possible, picked up her box of doughnuts, and walked in and up to the reception. Sandy put her sweetest voice on. “Hello, I’m Jake Bear’s fiancée Sandy. I wanted to surprise him with some doughnuts. Any chance I can pop up and see him?”

The woman behind the desk smiled at her and Sandy opened the box. “Would you like one?”

“I had heard gossip that he was getting married soon. Congratulations. He’s quite the catch.” She eyed the doughnuts, grabbed one, and pointed. “He’s on the second floor to the right in the Homicide department. I can’t send you up alone, so I will call his partner and get him to meet you at the lift. It’s through the security door to your left. ”

Sandy nodded to her and walked to the entrance. “Well, at least I will be in the right department when I kill him,” she muttered.

****

Jake sat with his cousin Brock and his partner. David had disappeared a few minutes ago after the phone rang. Together they looked through the photos of the shifter killings again, trying to find some new clues. He was tired already and sick of finding nothing. “Let’s give it a rest for now. We’ve been going over these for the last three hours and haven’t found anything.”

Brock sighed loudly. “I hate to say it, but you’re right. I say we go and get something to eat.”

They all got up and headed towards the door when the smell of honey and strawberry assaulted him. He glanced around to see Sandy stalking toward him with a box of doughnuts and his partner trailing behind. Sandy’s eyes searched the room. When they meet his, her eyes narrowed, and she picked up her pace.

Brock slapped him on the back. “Looks like lunch is coming to you, Jake.”

When she got close enough, he noticed her face was pulled tight, and her jaw looked like she was grinding her teeth. What scared him the most was her eyes that blazed with anger.

Brock noticed her look too because he muttered, “You going to be all right, coz?”

He didn’t get to answer because his little redhead reached him and threw the doughnuts at him as she yelled, “You overbearing dickhead. Because of your jealous ways, I got fired.” Sandy bashed at his chest, and he winced when she hurt her hand.

He saw Brock and David shake their heads at the officers that came to help him. Sandy continued her tirade and he watched as her hair fell out of its bun, her suit skirt become uneven, and her shirt untucked. He became instantly hard at the sight of her and took deep breaths in of her scent.

Sandy squealed. “Argh. You’re not even listening to me, are you? You chauvinist pig. I tell you, I’m cursed with being surrounded by Neanderthals. I loved that job. But no, you had to go and scare the shit out of my boss’s brother, for Christ’s sake. I had it all figured out.” Jake reached for her and she snarled. “I swear if you or any man in here touches me, I will kill him.”