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George sighed as he walked past the yellow tape, he was less than a year into the job, but thanks to his parents pulling some strings and some natural talent on his part he had made detective in record time. The young fox couldn't stand it, he didn't even want the job, now he had climbed the ranks faster than any before him. The older officers disliked him for it and his fellow detectives disregarded him, or worse, took credit for his ideas. He made his way over to the scene of the crime, three dead bodies, two of which were armed. The kills were sudden, the vixen had her pistol halfway out of it's holster, whoever did this had amazing reflexes, and deadly aim. When he turned to investigate the third body he became irritated, some civilian was looking down at the corpse. "Hey lady, I need you to step away from the victim and get back on the other side of the tape please."

The naga reached into her pocket and pulled out her ID before the Fox could reach for his gun, fearing that she had been doing the same. "Sorry Monsieur, but I am supposed to be here. Are you?" Her credentials read 'Lisa Ramonde, PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR' in bold print, with the proper certification beneath. He had heard that name before, thanks to this naga many missing person cases had been solved. She had brought many a cold case justice, and saved lives, she was something of a hero, and that annoyed the fox even more.

"George Stephen, Detective, I've been assigned to the case. So I guess we're working together..." his words sounded cold, but polite. He may not like the job, and even abused his power here and there when it suited him, but there was no reason to be uncivil, especially with a hot French naga. "So I'm thinking professional hit. The grouping of the shots, two targets standing that far apart, the killer had to have had a silencer, and even then would still have had to take aim and fire at the vixen. This Vixen was obviously that rat's guard, so she either sucked at her job or someone better killed her, and since she got her pistol half-way out, I'd say it's the latter." The naga looked up at him for the first time ad smirked.

"My thoughts exactly, Mr. Stephen."

"Please, call me George, I'm far too young for this mister business. Anyway, this is too clean to be thugs or even other guards from a rival. This was a professional hit." He now stood over the last woman's corpse, looking at her face. "Considering who this is, She's far too cautious to let just anyone get close to her... she must have been double crossed, but something like that would have taken months of gaining her trust, or she was desperate and fell for a trick of a clever assassin... Maybe... maybe Waller killed her, she's worked with the victims' organization before...but to what end?"

George stepped out of the way of one of the CSIs before sighing and walking away. Lisa looked up as he walked away, mentally glaring at him. "It is rude not to say goodbye you know?" her accent made him pause, he found it sexy, and he had a thing for women with scales, he looked back at her over his shoulder.

"Well, you could always follow me back to my place, we can compare notes over an apologetic glass of wine." He said, openly eying her. He looked her in the eye to see her smiling at him with a cocked eyebrow.

"Lead the way, Monsieur." She said softly, hooking arms with the fox, lightly clinging to it before putting a cigarette to her lips. "Do you have a light?"

The two of them walked back to the street and shared a taxi, after a long drive over a short distance, ad some playful touches here and there, George was liking his chances with her, but they had work to do after all. He tapped away at his laptop as they shared a couple glasses of wine. He smirked as he nodded to her bags. "What's with the paper bag?"

"Ah, I had some lingerie to pick up from the drycleaners, it was on the way to the scene of the crime so I thought why not."

"Heh, pretty casual about the whole death thing aren't you?"

"When you've had as many cases as I have that lead to a corpse, or part of a corpse, sometimes nothing more than a finger, you don't take the concept of death nearly as serious as you once did." She smiled and put out her cigarette. "Now, how about I go freshen up, and we 'compare notes.'" She said with a seductive smile, taking her bags and slithering to his bathroom, shedding her skirt and shirt as she went, leaving them on the floor. George smirked and undid his shirt, before an email popped up on screen, lab results from the scene of the crime. Cigarette ash, some disturbed cement powder that indicated a smooth and thick tail, like that of a dragon or perhaps another reptile, and the results of the bullet comparisons. George stopped what he was doing and blinked, before bringing up the file on Lisa, notably, her fire arm certification. Her weapon of choice matched the bullets used... but that didn't mean a damn thing, it was a popular gun. Besides, it would have come up as a match if she had shot them. She was a naga, that trail could be her tail's as she slithered away from the scene of the crime! Or it could have been some long tailed lizard, or a dragon, hell, it could've been a Pangolin's tail. And cigarette ash? Who didn't smoke in this depressing town? He sighed and shut his laptop... she was still in the shower. He opened it back up and began looking up similar unsolved cases. All of the ones that matched the style of the kills nearly to a T Lisa had consulted on, to no avail. Why would someone with a reputation like hers leave so many cases unsolved? George sighed and shook his head, closing his laptop again as he looked at the clothes on the floor. "I'll run it by the chief tomorrow... no since in missing out on a good lay."

"Why would you miss out on a good lay, Detective." Lisa slithered out of the bathroom, wearing some seductive yet classy naga designed lingerie. She smirked at George's slack jawed look, playfully posing for him. "I take it you approve?"

"Um, yeah? I approve, 100%." He grinned before blushing as she slithered over to him and pushed her barely clad coils into his lap, grinding her hips on his.

"Then why are we not in bed?" She asked before kissing him firmly and pulling him up and out of the chair, he grinned and kissed her back, walking with her to his bed where she coiled around his lower half, grinding her crotch against his before reaching down to undo his pants. He blushed and pushed them down himself, letting his hard vulpine cock slap out against her lace clad pussy, lace which to his delight was easily move to the side, letting him slide up inside her. She wasn't wasting any time and he loved it, he grabbed her hips and began thrusting up into her, his hips slapped loudly against hers. Be was going hard. He hadn't had a good fuck in weeks, and her pussy felt so amazing! It was gripping and massaging along his rigid cock perfectly. He didn't slow down, be was going to cum in this naga, fill her to the brim. He wore a smirk as she broke the kiss, but it was replaced with a feeling of shock as she whispered into his ear, he stopped moving, but she just coiled tighter and began to ride him harder, moaning as she spoke.

"I know you know, I can tell by the way you're fucking me. You want to use me to get off, then you'll tell your boss in the morning. But if you do that, I'll have to tell them about all of your dirty little secrets too. You think a hitwoman doesn't keep tabs on a detective who climbs the ranks so quickly? You aren't even a little clean, and it only takes one kill to put someone behind bars, maybe they will let us visit one another..." She moaned over and over into his ear, riding him harder and harder before he resumed thrusting.

"Well, fuck, I guess turnabout is fair play, okay, I keep my mouth shut you keep yours shut, we fuck on weekends, sound good?" he chuckled and thrust ever harder, getting close, he felt his balls pulling up closer to his body, before he felt the sharp pain of the bullets. He cried out and felt his lover ride harder, pain and pleasure mixed in his mind as she rode his cock harder than any other woman ever had, she was getting off on this! He looked down and saw the gunshot wounds, he was bleeding all over the place and she was getting wetter, squeezing harder, moaning louder, louder and louder before she screamed out in pleasure, the silencer on her gun was still pouring smoke as she coated his dick in her juices, he shivered and moaned out loudly, cumming hard inside her soaking wet pussy. It was the best, and last orgasm of his life. She panted and held him close, cooing softly into his ear. "Sorry, but I can't have anyone knowing my secret, Amoureux." She smiled softly, and kissed his lips. "If only you weren't so damned smart, mon Amour, we would have made an excellent team." She cleaned her gun of finger prints and put it in his hand, taking the silencer off before hand. She left a suicide note about how he couldn't accept her rejection and made her exit. Once she was to her car she pulled out one of her spare guns from the trunk, this one had the serial number scratched out, just like her other one. She pulled a case closer to the edge of the trunk, opening it up to make sure the money was still there. She smiled before looking to the dead woman in her trunk. "Sorry Amanda, I had to kill your friends, but hey, at least you'll have company in the after life." She smiled as she remembered the kills, how the rat had mistaken her for the girl who was dead in her trunk, how she had coiled around the girl, how she had dispatched her guards before finishing the little rat off, spending the last moments with her in a sensual embrace. She loved the sensation of death, of taking life, and she mixed that thrill with sex for a cocktail of pleasure that she had yet to replicate, she never enjoyed sex more than when her partner was slipping away into the void. She shivered and groaned as she remembered the deaths of her latest victims, looking down she saw the faintest of dampness on her skirt, the night was still young, maybe she could find another plaything. She took the case out and climbed into her car, setting the case in the passenger seat, she drove off into the night, she looked about, surely there was one somewhere... there. On the corner, a scantly dressed mouse, clearly out for pleasure and money... he was such a cute little thing, too bad she would be his last customer.

Lisa clucked her tongue as she looked over the reports the next day. "I'm sorry chief, I cannot make heads or tails of this one... Oh, and I am so sorry to hear about Detective Stephen, he seemed nice, I did not intend to-"

"It's not your fault Lisa, when you're that good, sometimes you just can't handle rejection. It's a damn shame, he really was meant for this job."

Lisa smiled apologetically. "You have no idea."

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