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Jaws of Hell
Author: SavageWaters19
Rating: R and up
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of BtVS, they all belong to Joss Whedon and the Jaws theme is Peter Benchley’s.The Jaws setting is basically an island off California, and I took the chief of police idea and the marine biologist-those are all Jaws. Other then that, the story’s mine and such. Made up characters are mine as well.
Summary: When Chief Rosenberg finds herself caught in shark frenzy, she must call upon Dr. Maclay, marine biologists, to help. But what happens when the two are thrown into a whirlwind of fear and romance with Earth’s oldest predator.
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Author's Note: I’ve tried to keep the story my own by changing the deaths and the situations. I would also like to include a warning that the deaths can get pretty graphic, but not too graphic because I can’t handle that. However, if you have a problem with character’s dying a probably somewhat gruesome death, I’m sorry-there’s Willow/Tara happiness-that’s all that matters right?
Warning: Character Death!!!
Chapter One:
Daniel Osborne was having a marvelous time spending the weekend with his girlfriend, Veruca. Speeding on in his Seedoo, he glanced back at her to see where she was. However, when he glanced back at her, he only saw the rental JetSki bobbing upside down in the water.
“Must’ve spun her self off,” muttered Daniel, highly amused. He turned his vehicle around to go and give her hell about falling off. As he rode closer to the JetSki, he noticed for the first time that there was no sign of Veruca. Thinking she was hiding from him and knowing how well she swam, he leaned over the side of his Seedoo to check to see if she was on the other side of the machine.
Out of nowhere, Daniel found himself falling into the Pacific Ocean off Sol Island. His Seedoo had been tipped over by the shark that neither Daniel nor Veruca had noticed following them since they rode out of the public view.
Daniel floated back to the surface of the water, bobbing for a moment while he caught his breath. His mind raced at what the hell had just happened, unfortunately for Daniel “Oz” Osborne, leading Dingoes guitar player, his mind didn’t have time to register what the hell was going on.
A fierce grip yanked the little man down once by his leg, pulling the half drowning man under with a start. However, not having a firm grip on the man, the shark chose to bite down hard, eliciting a cry of pain from Oz, only it was droned out from the water. When the shark felt that it had wounded the prey good enough, it let go, regrouping to go in for the kill.
Oz resurfaced and screamed a raged cry for help, but it was no use. The couple had driven out too far from the public beach. They wanted alone time, some privacy from the growing summer crowd.
The shark made a quick circle underneath the shinning water. It swam lower and found a good angle. Like a shot bullet, the shark attacked the man at the waist, biting down hard, killing the man instantly from the crushed impact. The shark, unaware of this, shook the body for good measure before taking what it desired and swam off into the deep ocean.
“Hey Chief, we got two floaters out on Moon Bay, couple of JetSkis,” called Officer Harris. Alexander Harris was the best officer on Sol Island. He was young, no older than twenty-five, but he had experience and he was good at his job. He officer walked into the Chief’s office.
“Two floaters? In the middle of daylight? Could you find the owners?” inquired the Chief.
“No trace of ‘em ma’am, we looked. Seems Daniel Osborne and Veruca Jameson rented them for the morning, but never returned ‘em. That’s the only way we knew they were missing. The guy mentioned something about getting away from the crowd and up past the west end of the main beach. So we started from there and located the two deserted boats,” disclosed Officer Harris.
“Ok, so in short I have two missing vacationers. Do we have any reason to believe that they would just ditch the boats, or carelessly leave them untied somewhere and the boats floating off?”
“No ma’am. You see, the boats were tipped over, like they wiped out on a spin or something. So I went ahead and asked them to drag the sea bottom for bodies, in case they drowned,” finished Xander.
“Geeze Harris, trying to steal my job?” asked the Chief, a humorous glint in her eye.
“Why no Chief Rosenberg, I was just trying to save some time,” smiled Harris.
“Alright then, I’ve got to check out this problem of noise control in the apartment complex down the street, so I’ll be out for a while. You stick with this case and let me know if the bodies turn up, dead or alive,” ordered Chief Rosenberg.
With Officer Harris’s nod, she headed out into the day. She put on her sunglasses once outside and proceeded to get in the Sol Island Police truck. As she drove, she opened the window to smell the ocean breeze. Originally from inland California, Willow Rosenberg had grown accustomed to the new smell of Sol Island. She moved here last fall, and this was her first summer.
As Mayor Finn had explained to her, the summer season was Sol Island’s prime economic boost. Without the summer, Sol would have a hell of a winter. Willow would have responded enthusiastically, she really would have…if she hadn’t heard the speech a fifteen times before. Ever since she arrived at Sol Island, she kept hearing about how important the damn summer was. She leaned her arm out the window and pulled into the only apartment complex on the island.
Sol Island wasn’t very large. As a matter of fact, Willow didn’t even know it existed until her captain from Sunnydale Police Force informed her that they needed a new chief of police out on the island.
She almost declined the job offer, but she looked at her life and realized that she had no strings in Sunnydale, no real ties to keep her there. Her parents, God knows where they were now, traveled daily and Willow hardly ever talked to them anyway.
As the redhead hopped out of the truck, she gave a terse laugh, wondering if her parents had even realized she was gone. Willow ascended the steps to the correct apartment. It wasn’t too hard to find; it was the one whose music blared. Willow knocked loudly. After a few minutes of no response, she knocked loudly again, trying to use patience. When the knocking didn’t work, she banged on the door forcefully, hoping to get their attention. Fortunately for Willow’s hands, it did.
A young teen around seventeen opened the door and Willow flashed her badge. The teen motioned to turn off the music and smiled at the red head.
“What’s up officer?” asked the teen. By the smell of his breath, Willow could tell he was a little drunk.
“Alright, I’ll make this short and simple. I assume you are summer vacationers, and in doing such, I know you are here to relax, party, be with your friends. I understand, but there is a noise law here, and you are clearly breaking it. I’ve had numerous complaints from surrounding guests. So, turn down the music please, to a respectable level. If I get two more complaints concerning this problem, I will have to take the renter of the apartment to the station and the music will be taken away,” Willow explained as best she could to the dazed man. With a couple of nods, he turned to his buddies and they in return nodded.
Willow gave them a quick smile and spun around to go back to the truck. Just before she reached her vehicle though, her cell phone rang.
“Chief Rosenberg,” she answered.
“Hey Chief,” came Officer Harris’s reply, “We found, well we found the bodies or parts at least…” he trialed, somewhat distraught.
“Wait, what? Parts?” came Willow’s confused questions.
“Look Chief, just hurry back here alright? I think we got what the NYPD would call a situation.”
“Got it, I’ll be right there,” finished Willow. With that, she drove a little quicker back to the station, curious to see what they found.
Chapter Two:
Chief Rosenberg jogged into Sol Island’s Police Station, met half way by Officer Harris.
“What did you find?” questioned Willow as she set a quick pace into the station, Xander following in step right behind her.
“I think the question is lack there of,” quipped Xander. Seeing his chief was less than amused, he continued, “We found the torso of a female, but the lower abdomen is badly cut and torn, so bad we almost couldn’t tell if it was a female or not.”
Willow frowned in thought. She gave Officer Harris a look of confusion. Picking up on the hint, he decided to explain further.
“A male’s arm was found about half a mile towards the west after we discovered the female’s body. To be honest Chief, I don’t think they drowned,” commented Xander.
“Let me look at the remains. I mean, there could be a chance that they were tangled in a boat propeller,” Willow added, not convincingly. Officer Harris gave her a look of warning and almost said that she shouldn’t, but Chief Rosenberg pushed past him before he could get out a syllable.
The smell when Willow first entered the observation room was foul. She had to take a step back out of instinct when she first smelled it. A biologist stood over a tub of something that Willow couldn’t make out. The doctor was making notes and briefly looked up to acknowledge her presence. Willow walked over to see the contents of the tub. When she looked over, her breath caught in her throat.
What little remains she saw obscured in the container were shredded, torn, and bruised. Willow turned away momentarily to collect herself. Officer Harris joined her side and continued with the ghastly discloser.
“As you can see Chief, and forgive me for being blunt ma’am, but there is no way in hell that a boat propeller did this,” he summarized.
Willow nodded slowly and turned to the examiner.
“Is there anyway you can tell what species of shark caused this?” she asked, motioning to the remains when she said the word ‘this’ to emphasize her point.
The man looked at her with a slightly shocked look, but it disappeared when he saw how serious Willow was.
“Well Chief Rosenberg, I would if I could, but I can’t. Not my specialty, unfortunately for you. What you need is a marine biologist that specializes in ichthyology, more specifically sharks,” he states matter-of-factly. Satisfied with his answer he wrapped up his conclusions and covered the container. He finished with a last look at Willow by saying, “Whatever did this though was a big one.”
“Oh really, I thought it was small one,” muttered Willow under her breath sarcastically.
Chapter 3:
Author’s Note: The Steinhart Aquarium is a real aquarium in California. I am in no way associated with the Aquarium or any of its staff and such. So no, I don’t own it either. All shark facts presented in the story are actual facts. I double checked my facts before writing.
Willow sighed and sat down at her desk. Awaking her computer, she glanced over the injury sheet the examiner had left her. The details were quite horrific. Seeing her computer screen appear, she devoted her attention to it, thankful for the diversion.
Willow browsed the internet for the information she was looking for. The website for the Steinhart Aquarium engulfed her screen. She scrolled, absorbing the new information she was receiving from the website. After reading some basic facts on sharks, Willow sought for the main reason for clicking the website. She copied the California Academy of Sciences number down and quickly called, wanting to reach them by closing hours.
“Hello, California Academy of Sciences, this is Amanda, how may I help you?” rang the secretary’s voice.
“Uh, yes, can you please connect me to the director of the Steinhart Aquarium,” asked Willow.
“Sure can, hold on for one second please.”
A short time afterward a female’s voice picked up. “Hello, Faith Lethane speaking.”
“Hello Ms. Lethane, I’m Chief Rosenberg. I’m the head of the sol Island Police Department and I need a marine biologist to come out to the island to help us with a shark problem.” There was no use in sugar coating it. There just wasn’t.
Faith thought a moment before answering. “You have a shark problem, eh? Well, I have two very skilled marine biologists who specialize in sharks, I think we can send one over…,” she trialed. Willow heard papers rustling in the background. Faith continued, “Alright Chief Rosenberg, I going to send out Tara Maclay, one of the best damn marine biologist I have. She’s been with us for four years, so she knows her area. I can have her down in three days to a week, depending on how soon I can get her cleared on temp leave. Other then that, I see no problem.”
Willow perked up and released the breath she was holding.
“Thank you, it will be much appreciated. If you could please tell Ms. Maclay that when she arrives, to just drop by the police station, it’s right near the boat drop off. Tell her to ask for Chief Rosenberg, yeah?” she explained.
“Sure thing Chief, give us a call if you have anymore questions or problems,” chuckled the brunette.
“Thanks again, bye,” ended Willow as she hung up.
Shortly after Faith hung the phone up, she walked out to the dolphin tank. The muscular woman, toned from all the swimming she managed, found Tara Maclay in a dive suit feeding Daisy, the aquarium’s most hyper dolphin. Tara barely noticed Faith at the edge of the top of the tank.
“Hey Blondie, I got a job for ya.”
Tara spun around in the water quickly. Daisy, assuming it was playtime, spun around as well, bouncing slightly when she had completed her task. Tara smiled and tossed her a fish.
“Job? Did I get fired and not get the notice?” joked the blonde, her hair in a wet ponytail.
“Nah, you’re still ours, but they got a shark situation down on Sol Island, not too far from here. They needed an expert and well T, you’re pretty much the best we got,” winked the voluptuous brunette.
“Shark problem? Like attacks, you mean,” clarified the blonde.
“That’s my guess, but anyway, let’s try and get you out there day after tomorrow. The police chief over there, uh, Rosenberg, said for you to stop by the station and meet with her then, so she’s knows you arrived and all.”
Tara nodded her head in acknowledgement and turned her attention back to Daisy who was nudging her shoulder. She gently petted the dolphin’s head. Faith turned to go, but hesitated and turned back to her old college friend. The two had gone to school together, learned together, even roomed together now.
“Hey T, you a’ight? I mean, I know Glory and you didn’t work out, but honestly, she wasn’t that great. Definitely not good enough for you,” Faith consoled.
“If I was too good for her, then why did she break up with me?” questioned Tara softly. Tara knew Faith was right, and frankly, Tara didn’t give a damn about Glory any more. It was being alone that Tara loathed.
“Tara, I know you’re not pinning for her. That’s not your style and I know it. Just remember, if you ever need to talk or someone to just be with, heh, well, you know where I live,” Faith chuckled. She looked around and spotted a fish bucket with some fish in it. Faith picked up one fish and threw it towards Daisy who jumped over Tara’s head to catch it. Tara turned to give Faith a nasty look, but giggled when Faith walked off, sticking her tongue out at her.
Once Faith was out of ear shot, Tara focused on Daisy.
“Daisy, come here,” she called, tapping the water lightly. Daisy swam up slowly from the depths of the tank and bounced slightly, caused Tara to smile. She patted the mammal.
“Daisy, I’m twenty-eight and have more failed relationships than shark have teeth. And that’s a lot!” she laughed in spite of herself. “I’m really beginning to lose it. I’m twenty-eight, not sixty-three. I got time, right? I mean, I can live lonely without someone to hold me, yeah sure, I can do that,” she sighed and fed Daisy one last fish. “It’s getting late Daisy, I gotta head home and pack, “she said ruefully. “Gotta handle this shark issue before it bites them in the ass-literally.” She laughed at her own joke. “I’ll be back though, alright, and we’ll have a play date, promise.” She kissed the top of the dolphin’s head and swam to the side, pulling herself out of the aquarium tank. Doing one last sweep to the Sand Tiger shark tank, she checked to make sure Angel, the other marine biologist specializing in sharks, had fed them.
Retrieving her bag of dry clothes, she told Fred goodnight and walked to her car. As she drove home, her thoughts began to wander to the shark situation and why in the hell they needed her. Oh well, she loved sharks-ever since she saw the movie White Death, she fell in love. And it was the only thing to fall in love with her thus far.
As it turns out, she beat Faith home. She cooked herself some easy Mac and Cheese and packed herself up. She had some paper work to fill out the next day before she headed out to Sol Island.
God I hope Chief Rosenberg isn’t a bitch…
Chapter 4:
The night was clam, the waves were still and the shark roamed freely among the tiny fish that fluttered about whenever it glided near. A sudden movement to the north caught the shark’s attention, consequently changing its course. About a hundred yards north from the shark’s location was a mild under current of splashing and kicking.
Dawn Summers was enjoying her summer break so far. The first year of college was a bitch; there was no covering about that. However, now she could relax with her boyfriend, Carlos and best friend Kit. They swam nude, mainly because Dawn and Carlos where hoping to secretively fool around under the water, but also because of the free and almost naughty feeling it gave them.
As Dawn and Kit continued talking, Dawn felt something tug on her leg. She screamed loudly and a laughing Carlos surfaced the dark waters.
“Carlos, you asshole, I can’t believe you! That’s fuckin’ scary and you know that!” yelled Dawn, half upset but also wanting sympathy.
“Aww baby, I’m sorry, I was having some fun, come ‘ere,” he cooed.
Dawn happily swam over to him, feeling his manly hood rub against her. At Kit’s exasperated sigh, Dawn turned to face her best friend and continued their conversation. Meanwhile, Carlos entered her with a finger and gently massaged her with his hand. Feeling caught in a trap, Dawn stroked him, knowing they couldn’t go further without Kit knowing.
The teasing continued on for ten more minutes before Dawn became annoyed.
“God damnit Carlos, will you stop that!” she shrieked.
Carlos was stunned. He thought she was enjoying it, he certainly was.
“Sorry, I just assumed because you were responding with the stroking that it was alright for me to-” but Dawn cut him off.
“Not that! You know what I’m talking about. The bumping up against my leg with your think legs and feet. It’s creepy and your skin is so rough,” Dawn commented.
Carlos was frozen for a moment before he was jerked under the water. He came back up and choked on some water. “What the fuck?” he coughed just before the force pulled him under again.
“CARLOS!” screamed Dawn, searching for him under the dimly lit moonlight.
Kit and a reluctant Dawn began swimming toward shore, but Carlos resurfaced once more. Dawn reached to grab a still conscious man. She kicked wildly, her destination the shore. Kit, who was about three yards ahead of them suddenly screamed as a force hit her from the side, knocking her under.
Dawn froze mid kick, but Carlos spoke, “No, we n-need to g-get a-ashore n-now. W-we h-have to k-keep g-going.” With that, Dawn swam rapidly, covering as much ground as possible. The only thought that registered with Dawn was when her feet hit land, but even then she kept going until she collapsed on the sand of Sol Island’s main public beach.
Carlos was gasping and wincing at the sheering pain he received. Dawn rushed over to their clothes and pulled out her cell phone.
“Hello, 911? I need an ambulance out here ASAP. We’re on Main Beach, yeah, and there’s something out there,” her tears spilled from her eyes as she wrapped her T-shirt around the nub that used to be Carlos’s left leg. Dawn Summers looked out into the now still waters for a sign of her best friend. Finding none, she tore her eyes away from the scene and focused back on Carlos. The distant siren of the ambulance was just background noise in her mind, even when they arrived and carried away her boyfriend. The questions they asked, the comments they made-she never heard. Her eyes, like glass, stared out into the abyss of the ocean where her friend was. Her first friend in high school and her college roommate. One man wrapped a coat around the still nude woman, but she hardly cared about her presence. Her mind just focused on the water, hoping-praying, that Kit would resurface and yell ‘It was all a joke!’ Even that would be better then the pain she felt shooting through her veins.
She tore her eyes away from the water and looked down the beach. A form, washed upon the shore, was lying there, unattended. Dawn sprinted down to the mass, a young med chasing after her.
“Kit!” Dawn screamed as she arrived at the mangled body of her deceased best friend.
“Miss don’t, she’s not alive!” screamed the man who almost caught her before she turned over the body. Dawn shuddered and screamed at the horrific sight before her eyes.
Chapter 5:
“Jesus fucking Christ!” muttered Willow as her house phone rang in her bedroom. She grunted a hello as she picked up the phone and heard Officer Harris’s voice.
“Officer Harris, why am I not surprised to hear from you?” questioned Willow, slightly out of it from the recent state of sleep.
“Hey Will, we need you down here on Main Beach,” Xander answered.
Xander only referred to Willow by Will or Willow outside of the workplace, when the two talked one on one. Also, this was a big indicator to Willow that he was scared.
“Xander, what’s wrong?” asked Willow, now completely concerned for her best friend, if not only friend on the island.
“There’s been another attack,” he stated simply. Willow’s eyes grew big and she threw on the closes items that resembled clothes and drove quickly to Main Beach.
Practically jumping out of the truck, Willow rushed over to see a frenzy of people, crime scene tape and an ambulance. It the mix, she spotted Xander.
“Officer Harris,” she called. The young man looked up, grief stricken all over his face. She moved over right beside him and said, “What the hell happened?” In a much lower voice, Willow whispered to Xander, “Come on Xander, pull it together, it’s alright.”
Xander nodded and motioned for her to follow him. They walked briskly on the beach for a while before encountering a young female with hazel hair.
“Chief Rosenberg, this is Dawn Summers, a witness to what happened tonight,” introduced Xander. Willow eyed the girl. Taking in her appearance and the small behavior she could, she deduced that the young woman was in shock.
Dawn clung to the med intern as if he were oxygen. She shook slightly, but from shock or cold, Willow didn’t know. Her eyes, as Willow guessed, were swollen from crying. Dawn looked like, for lack of a better word, shit.
“What exactly did she witness?” Willow questioned, fearing she already knew the answer.
Xander nodded his head toward a lump of mass laying on the sand a couple of feet from the two cops. “That,” he simply said.
Willow inched closer, not from fear or smell, but by instinct.
A young woman’s body lay shredded, resembling the remains of the other two victims. Her right arm was completely gone, as was her right leg, but the sight that most caught Willow off guard was the missing chunk of flesh in the woman’s right side. The face was so damaged that the only way you could tell which side was up right was the fact that the head was still half connected to the body.
Willow thought out loud, “The shark attacked from the right side, straight shot, so it was surfaced-well as much as it could be surfaced-when it attacked,” concluded Willow.
“That isn’t the only victim,” butted in Xander, “there was another boy, Ms. Summers boyfriend. His leg was extracted by the attacker and they rushed him to the hospital. He’ll be fine though.”
“Alright well, we need to, unfortunately, preserve this girl’s body for Ms. Maclay to examine it. She should be out here tomorrow sometime. Until then, we need to get the kid’s stories. Just to confirm the inevitable. With their statements, we can issue for a warrant to close the beaches,” she concluded.
“Finn won’t like that,” state Xander, almost to himself.
“This isn’t Finn’s job,” responded Willow, almost to herself. She sighed as she walked with Xander to the station to do the paper work on the case.
Back at the station, Willow and Xander filled out all the required documents and aimlessly talked about their “plans” for the weekend. Willow didn’t have much to talk about. She only had a few minor complaints; and of course, the 4th of July celebration to prepare. It was only June 24, but Finn had her on the assignment at the end of May. The redhead had to set up security and make sure everything ran smoothly for Mayor Finn.
“So who’s this Maclay you mentioned?” Xander asked, interrupting Willow’s thoughts.
Without looking up from her paperwork, Willow answered him, “The marine biologist that Steinhart Aquarium is sending over.”
“Yeah, but I know you pretty well, and you love that computer. In fact, you love the computer so much, that you do background checks on almost everyone before you meet them,” Xander noted. Willow’s looked up from her work and smiled guiltily at him.
“Alright, so I did a background check, but it hardly said anything. She went to UCLA and majored in marine biology. She worked as a dolphin trainer for Sea World during her college summers to pay for school. Then, fresh out of college, she continued working at Sea World in the shark department until Steinhart recruited her,” Willow revealed.
Xander smiled, knowing that Willow always researched help for the force. Xander didn’t know why though. He used to think she was just paranoid, but after learning more about Willow, he knew she wasn’t paranoid. But what other reason could there be? The brown haired man finally decided it really didn’t matter.
Willow finally set down her pen and sighed. “Bring her in.”
Xander stood and composed himself. He stuck his head out the door and called for Dawn, who slowly walked into the office.
“Why don’t you give us some time Officer Harris,” Willow stated.
With Xander’s nod, she glanced at the young woman who kept her eyes on the floor. Willow frowned in sadness.
“Dawn, right? I’m Chief Rosenberg, but you can call me Willow, alright?” The young girl looked up and nodded once at Willow and the red head continued. “Ok, so as hard as I’m sure it might be to recall this incident, could you please explain to me what happened out there?” inquired Willow.
The brunette gazed out the window to the ocean shore. Just as Willow began to repeat the question, the girl spoke.
“We were swimming. It was a spur of the moment thing. We had a couple of drinks, thought it would be fun to skinny dip for an hour or so. Carlos, my boyfriend, was joking around with attacking my leg and stuff. He scared the shit out of me and Kit. When I felt something bump my leg again, I figured it was, um, Carlos…again…”her eyes watered up, but she breathed in deep and continued, “I told him to stop messing around and he looked at me like I was crazy…then he was pulled under.” She paused a moment. “He resurfaced once and then was yanked under again, but me and Kit were heading for shore. Then, he came up again and I reached for him. We began swimming in. Kit was in front of us. All of a sudden, that thing hit in from the side. Drove her out of the way. I almost stopped, but Carlos told me to keep going. And I did. Didn’t even turn back once to see if I could help her. Of course I saved Carlos, but in Kit’s time of need, I just let her go. The one person who was with me time and time again…” she began crying uncontrollably. She shook violently and Willow moved around her desk to comfort her. Dawn balled for fifteen minutes, constantly blaming herself, before controlling herself.
“So, you are positive it was a shark then?” questioned Willow, not really needing to. With Dawn’s nod, Willow squatted on her knees in front of the girl.
“Then I need you to fill out this complaint form. It’s the only way that Mayor Finn will allow is to close the beaches. Carlos will need to do the same. Your statement could prevent further attacks on swimmers,” Willow tried to emphasize her statement as much as possible. She knew far too well how much effort Finn would put into fighting Willow on this. With these statements, there was no way he could argue and win.
Dawn nodded numbly and filled out the necessary questions and lines, jumping through every hoop Willow placed in front of her. Willow felt the girl was distant, basically going through the motions. Her heart went out to the girl.
When everything was done, Willow told the girl to go home and sleep as best she could. With the girl gone, Xander began to walk back into Willow’s office, but she shooed him away.
“Go home. Get rest. Be back early tomorrow,” she commanded.
“I assume you’re going to stay here all night and there’s nothing I can do about it,” he stated, not so much as a question but more of an observation.
“Your intuitive side scares me sometimes Harris. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, returning to her desk and opening up the first of a pile of books she had picked up from the local library.
Willow flipped through the pages, looking at pictures and facts. Statistics and attack maps.
But they just all faded into the same damn thing.
Chapter 6:
Tara knew she was early. To be honest with herself, the blonde was anxious to learn what the shark situation was. So she hurriedly finished her work and jumped the first barge over to the island. The boat ride lasted a little bit longer than two hours.
When she arrived at the island three hours ahead of the planned time, she glanced over the new scenery. She was on a dock that lasted about a half-mile until you reached the shore. Tara picked up a bag that she could place over her shoulder and rolled her suitcase off the boat.
The blonde began walking, glad that she had pulled her hair back this morning. Although the sun shone brightly, the problem was the wind. It whipped Tara’s hair with no avail.
When she reached the end of the pier, Tara spotted the police station and decided best to introduce herself first. She wheeled her luggage around to the station and walked in with confidence.
A young woman in uniform spotted her and made her way over.
“Excuse me Miss, can I help you?” asked the young cop, openly letting her eyes roam over the blonde’s body.
Feeling like she was being put under a microscope, the blonde lost her confidence, “Er, well, I-I’m T-Tara M-M-”.
“MaClay,” finished Xander, moving his way to block Amy Madison’s assault on the blonde, “Hi there Miss Maclay, I’m Officer Harris, second in command to the chief, if you will,” he smiled politely, extending his hand.
“N-Nice to meet you,” she greeted, thankful for the intrusion.
“If you follow me, I’ll take you to Chief Rosenberg’s office. She’s on the phone right now, but I’m sure it won’t last…” he said as he opened the door to Willow’s office. The redhead was pacing on the phone, very adamant about the conversation she was in.
“…no, I can’t just make this go away sir! The girl found her friend’s body on the beach mangled and shredded. Do you have any idea how disturbing that is? What kind of psychological damage that does?! Sir, if the beaches remain open, another incident is bound to occur...no…what do you mean anything but that! The people are gonna blame me for the attacks! …fine sir! Just fine!” she yelled as she hung up the phone, obviously disgusted. Tara, oddly enough, didn’t feel awkward, but entranced by the vibrant red hair of the chief’s head.
Willow finally looked up from her intent gaze on the phone and found herself drowning in the most sapphire and soulful eyes she had ever seen. Tara was in a similar state when she settled on the emerald gems of Willow’s eyes. Both stood, gazing intently at each other, until Willow finally spoke.
“Uh, hi, I’m Chief Rosenberg, but seeing as you’re not a cop, you can call me Willow. You must be Miss Maclay then?” she asked, extending her hand in welcoming.
“Yes, um please call me Tara,” she said taking the offered hand, but never breaking eye contact. Willow, reluctantly, shifted her eyes on Xander.
“Officer Harris, will you please retrieve the remains for Miss Maclay…I mean Tara, to observe?” she asked. Xander nodded and made his way to the observation room. Willow looked at Tara again and smiled warmly. “Please have a seat and I’ll fill you in on exactly what is going on, or at least, what I know is going on,” she explained, sitting down herself.
Tara did the same and smiled back at Willow. She placed her bags down beside her and looked up at Willow when she was finally settled. Tara thought she could look at Willow forever.
“Well, as you probably assumed the shark problem is of course attacks. We first realized we had a problem when two vacationers disappeared and then later turned up, dismembered on the ocean floor. Then, last night, a college visitor was attacked and killed and another young man was attacked on the leg. He’s in hospital care at the moment, receiving a replica leg. We don’t know what kind of shark is doing this, why it’s even in these waters, or what to do to solve this problem. I’m kinda hoping you do,” she said the last part very meekly. Tara half smiled at the cuteness of Willow’s voice.
“Well, that’s something I can defiantly help with. I suggest that I go get settled into a hotel and then return to look at the remains. I have to do some mild preparations that require equipment in my bags,” she explained.
Willow’s face brightened up when Tara told her she could help. Willow was set in keeping Tara around. For some reason, Willow felt a sense of security around her. However, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Tara seeing this asked her what was wrong.
“You haven’t made any reservations at any hotel yet?” she questioned. At Tara’s shake of her head signaling ‘no’, Willow picked up the phone and dialed a number. Tara heard a muffled noise on the other end. Willow, feeling she was being rude, explained the sudden call.
“Anya knows if there’s any hotel rooms left. Knowing what’s the what is her business. She’s sorta like the town’s vacationer-go-to-gal…hey Anya, any hotel rooms left. I got a special girl, needs taken care of,” Willow said, winking jokingly at Tara, who blushed. “…you sure? That’s what I was afraid of. Yeah, thanks anyway,” she said, ending her conversation. She looked at Tara.
“I’m really sorry about this, but all the rooms are booked, with the summer crowd and all. Now, I could set you up in my office, it’s the most spacious one here, or you could share my apartment, which gives you a room all to yourself. But I understand if you want to be alone, ya know, have your own space, because space is good,” she babbled, somewhat nervously. Gosh, haven’t babbled since I moved out here. Then again, no one to babble to and nothing to babble about, so why babble when there shouldn’t be needless babbling…
“If it’s not too much trouble, I’d rather stay at your place,” asked Tara. A blush crept up her face and into her ears.
“No! No trouble at all! Nope, all fine, Finey McFine. Here, I’ll give you a ride,” the red head offered as she stood up. “Need help with your bags?” she asked. Tara told her ‘no, but thanks for asking’ and the two hopped into the truck. Even though there was some minor awkward silence, they mostly spoke about random things. About what Tara does at the aquarium and more details on the shark attacks. The two women kept the conversation going, as much for the talk and so they could sneak glances at each other.
Chapter 7:
Willow’s apartment wasn’t too far from the station; then again, nothing on Sol Island was far from anything else. Willow picked up Tara’s suitcase, despite the small protest from her. Tara allowed Willow to, thankful for the help, although she rarely admitted she needed it. Willow unlocked the door and pushed it open. She flipped on the light switch.
Tara stepped in and Willow went into full babble mode, “I’m sorry about the state of the house, I mean I had no idea I’d have visitors, ya know, and even then, I clean up every now and then, but with last night and all I just didn’t have a chance to clean up,” she squeaked out.
Tara couldn’t help but giggle. Willow blushed furiously under Tara’s laugh.
“Your babble is quite amusing. I like it,” commented Tara as her giggling lowered.
Willow gave her a small smile and moved through the living room which they were in now.
“Alright, well, here’s the living room and to the right in the kitchen. I hope it’s not too messy for you. Down the hall are the two bedrooms. Mine is the one on the right. Yours, well, obviously, on the left. It has its own bathroom and everything, so I hope you like it. She finished as she set Tara’s suitcase down in her room.
Tara searched the house, taking in her surroundings. The apartment was great really. The room was nice and comforting. It reminded her of her mother’s house.
“It’s lovely, Willow, really,” she said, trying her best to reassure the redhead. The chief told Tara to get comfortable and ready, ending the conversation with, “I’ll meet you in the living room when you’re done, take your time.”
Willow settled herself on her couch and scooped up her kitten. The only pet store on the island just had a sale on a new litter of kittens, and Willow just gave into the little runt of the litter. A cute black and white kitty. The redhead was a sucker for those things-cute things.
“Hey Miss Kitty,” she whispered as she petted the attention- needing kitten. Willow pulled out a fake mouse on a string and dangled it above the kitty.
Boy this sure is fun! thought the Miss Kitty as she jumped for the mysterious object.
“Aren’t you just the cutest little thing ever,” Willow said in a baby voice. “You would never yell at me over the phone, would you? Nope, because you’re too sweet to ever yell at me,” she told the kitty, who still was completely concentrated on her object.
Tara, who had gathered her things for the examination, had traveled down the hall only to stop at hearing the red head’s voice. She smiled to herself hearing the chief baby talking a…kitty? Tara found the red head quite entertaining and also extremely adorable. But Tara couldn’t think of such matters now. Not when there was a job to do. And certainly not when the adorable one was her boss.
Tara backed up a few steps and made a show of coming out into the living room. Willow, hearing the blonde coming down the hall, stood up, gave the kitty one last pat and moved over to take the keys.
“Ready to go?” she asked. With Tara’s nod, the red head glanced back at her pet, longing to go back to her childish state and just forget about the town’s problems. But she couldn’t do that, not with this really big problem in her hands.
“I hope you’re not allergic to cats,” stated Willow, half smiling.
“No, not at all, I love them. I would have one, but Faith is allergic to them. Something about the hair,” she said as the two women walked to the truck, “Personally, I think it’s all a damn lie, just so she doesn’t have to do any work for the animal,” she finished as they hopped into the truck.
Willow slightly laughed. Something about what the blonde said bugged her. Faith? She lives with her boss? Are they involved? Well of course she must be involved! A girl lookin’ like that is gonna be involved with someone! I mean look at her!
“Willow?” Tara asked, seeing the cop zoned out.
“Huh? Oh yeah, well, I was just thinking, about…uh…well, it’s just…you live with your boss?” she finally sputtered out.
Tara eyed the red head curiously. Having been aware of her sexuality long before anyone her age was, she had seen all the signs from other girls who bloomed into their own sexuality. She knew what too look for, especially when she was courting the suspect herself. But Willow, she couldn’t figure out. The red head guarded herself, but from what, Tara didn’t know. The blonde brushed off the question about her living style as pure curiosity.
“Well, yes, but I was living with her long before she was my boss. We went to school together and were first year room mates. After that year, with all we had in common, we became best friends. Lucky for her, she got the head position at the aquarium, mainly because she got her minor in business and I got mine in teaching. We decided that it wouldn’t matter if we continued living together. It’s natural for us, so, it works,” she summarized.
Willow nodded her head. She pulled the truck into the station’s parking lot. Walking around the front of the vehicle, she fell in step with Tara.
Tara wore a white coat, a headset of some sort and surgical gloves. The pair walked into the observation room, where they met a sleeping Xander.
“I have the sudden urge to tickle him with a feather,” said Willow, out loud, although she hadn’t meant to. Tara smirked in response. “Watch this,” said Willow.
“OFFICER HARRIS, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!” yelled Willow, startling the man until he fell on the floor. Scrambling to his feet, he finally saw who had yelled at him and scowled.
“Oh sure, wake the man when he’s making up the sleep he lost last night!” he said, embarrassed that he had been caught sleeping on duty.
“Oh Harris, calm down! Get the remains for Ms. Maclay, would ya?” she asked. She rolled her eyes playfully.
Tara leaned over, close to Willow’s ear. Willow’s breath caught for a moment when she felt the warm breath on her sensitive ear lobe.
“It’s Tara, remember?” Tara whispered, low enough so Xander wouldn’t hear. Tara wanted to test Willow. Wanted to know how far she could push the red head. A blush the color of Willow’s hair formed on her ears. The blonde leaned back and watched Xander bring a container over to the table. She smiled to herself, pleased with what she had done.
Willow stood dumbfounded. She recognized the beautiful woman from the moment she saw her, but she couldn’t get involved with her. Jesus Christ, you have a job to do, a problem to fix, and then she’s gone. Why put yourself in that sort of mess and pain? What’s the point? She’s here until the shark is gone. Then she will be gone too. Leaving you alone.
Willow’s thoughts were interrupted by Tara looking at her expectantly. Willow lightly shook her head.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“Well, it’s just, um, you’re really pale. Sick pale and I wondered if you were alright?” she asked.
“Oh, no, I’m fine, just peachy keen. I just, the thought of the remains and the overload of shit I have to do…makes me feel all queasy, but I’m better now. Yeah, I’m fine,” Willow explained, not so reassuringly. Willow threw in a quick smile to Tara. Tara gave her a half-smile back and walked over to the table. She reached for the clipboard and took out a pen.
Willow noted that the headset was a hands-free recorder for her to verbally record what she saw.
“Alright, the victim could quite possibly come from the family Lamnidae or Carcharhinidae, but that can only be determined by the attack wounds and sightings of the attacker. The first remains I’ll be looking at are the remains of Veruca Jameson…” Tara recorded as she unveiled the cloth off the container. Tara held her breath, partly because of the smell, but mostly because of the sight. She quickly collected herself and continued on with her recording.
Willow oddly felt a need to go over and comfort the blonde. Protect her from the ghastly sight. Take her into her arms and make it all better. But Willow couldn’t do that. She wrapped her arms around herself and sat quietly in the corner, watching the blonde intently.
“There are no major organs intact. In fact, there is no upper body. The remains begin at the torso. One leg is cut off about two inches above the knee, while the other leg is still attached all the way to the foot. However, the intact leg has three major bites taken out of it. One on the thigh, another on the knee cap, and the last bite is on the front of the foot. These three bites will help determine the bite radius and the bite size of the shark that did this,” Tara informed, looking up at Xander and then Willow. Tara felt Willow’s gaze on her, even when she began examining the remains of the man.
“Alright, victim Daniel Osbourne, only parts found on him. No major organs, no attached limbs. All we have is one arm, the foot and shoulder of him,” she recorded. Then she looked up at Willow and said, “There’s really no point in doing a thorough examination of him. Nothing found on him will give me any more details than that of Ms. Jameson.”
“Al-” Willow began to say ‘alright’, but her mouth was so dry, she had to cough, “Alright, do you still need to examine the girl from last night?”
“Is there much to tell from?” she asked.
Xander perked up. “Not really. Her state is pretty much the state of the first victim,” he said. Willow nodded in confirmation.
“Alright, then I just need to measure some of the inflicted wounds and then-”she stopped when a tall, muscular man in a suit barged into the office.
“Rosenberg, what the hell is this?” Riley Finn, the mayor of Sol Island asked, throwing down a newspaper on the table beside her.
Willow gave him a look, but averted her attention to the paper in front of her when she picked it up.
The headline read “Shark Attacks Sol Island!” and the rest were just gruesome details. Willow’s jade eyes roamed over the annoying headline and story. Not only did it mention the first two attacks, but it also replayed last night’s events. Willow checked to see the source and sure enough, it was Dawn.
“Anya!” she muttered, tossing the paper aside in disgust. The blonde was the head of the Sol Paradise, the island’s paper. She knew how to get everything: facts, pictures, interviews, VIP’s to impossible events. Aside from Xander, Anya Jenkins was the only other person on the island she was close with. I mean, sure, Willow hung out with people on the staff, chatted with the occasional visitor, but because Anya ran the Sol Paradise, Willow frequently came in contact with her. So naturally, the two turned to one another for girl’s nights out.
“Rosenberg, we need to clean this up. I’ve called a board meeting Saturday at one and you will explain to the public what exactly is going on, alright?” Mayor Finn stated, not even bothering to ask the question.
“Riley, I can’t help that the girl went to the press. Or that the press went to the girl and you know that! Plus, I can’t tell them what exactly is going on because, oh hey shocker- I don’t know. You won’t listen to my pleas long enough for us to work something out,” Willow spoke with a slightly agitated tone.
Riley look around the room, nodding to Xander and smiling at Tara, giving her the once over. He then looked at Willow again and said, “Look, I don’t care what you do. I really don’t. But the beaches will stay open. Tomorrow is Friday, supposedly going to be the hottest day of the summer and the people will swarm the beaches. Keep the beaches safe. Keep the beaches fun. But most importantly, keep the beaches OPEN!” he finished as he walked out of the room.
Willow dropped her head in defeat. Tara wanted to rush over and kick Finn where the sun don’t shine. But that wasn’t a possibility.
Xander hesitantly trudged over to Willow. He wrapped an arm around his best friend. Tara felt something she hadn’t felt since, well since, ever: jealousy. However, when the conversation between them started, and she realized he was a platonic friend, the feeling vanished.
“Willow…Will ‘ole buddy! It’s alright! I’ll put Jamie on getting back-up down here ASAP and tomorrow will go smoothly. I already got Jason to order us a shark net. However, it only stretches 750 meters. That’s three fourths our beach length, so we’re gonna have to close off some of the beach. Maybe make it sunbathers only?” he asked, trying his best to comfort the distressed woman.
“That’s what we’ll have to do. God damnit, he makes my life so hard sometimes!” she muttered. Finally, like a light switch in her mind, she remembered that Tara was still in the room. “Uh, I’m sorry for the uh, well, ya know…grrr,” she apologized, blushing slightly.
Tara shook her head and spoke, “No, trust me, I would be doing the same thing,” she said smirking.
“Right, well, what were you saying? Measuring the bites?” she asked, focusing on the issue at hand: pinning the shark responsible for this.
“Yeah, I need to measure them. As quickly as possible too, because well, the flesh could get damaged, giving me an inaccurate measure,” she commented, getting back into the work zone.
Tara pulled out what looked like a measuring device and hurriedly went to work. While taking her data, she looked at the two cops. “You really don’t have to stay for this. I’ll inform you as soon as I know which shark it is,” she said, hoping she wasn’t taking up the two’s time.
Xander smiled and told Tara ‘thanks for being here’ and left. Willow hung back, keeping a close eye on Tara. Her cat like eyes penetrated the blonde in a way that no one had.
The blonde had engrossed herself in her work already, but she felt the narrow gaze at her. It made her jittery. Her breathing increased just a little bit, but it was enough for Willow to notice. Willow smirked and strode over to the doorway. With her back towards Tara, she spoke louder with a newfound confidence, “I’ll be in my office for most of the day. Come get me when you’re finished and we’ll head back to the apartment…” she turned around and winked, “You must be tired.”
Chapter 8:
Tara just didn’t get it. She really didn’t.
“This is freakin’ impossible,” she said as she slammed her head onto the book she was reading. Willow popped her head in the room. Seeing the blonde’s head thrown down, she knocked on the door quietly, acquiring the blonde’s attention.
“Looks like you could use mocha, so I thought ‘Hey! Sugary goodness-never fails!’ and so, well, I always need one. Anyway, here,” she said, placing one of the two drinks in her hands on the desk Tara was sitting at.
Tara smiled weakly at her. The blonde took a sip of the warm liquid and melted. She rubbed her eyes wearily.
“Something wrong?” probed Willow. She sat across from the blonde and looked at her with worried eyes.
“Willow, the only shark alive that could be responsible for this is the Great White, but something’s not adding up! The bite size suggests the shark is thirty-five feet long. That’s over five feet longer than any great white recorded in the past fifty years. Can there really be a great white in existence that is that huge? I mean, the teeth would have to be over five inches long. That’s just not right!” she yelled, banging her hand on the desk. She pulled back, startled by her own actions. Her head lowered and her hair, which she had let down over an hour ago, covered her face.
“I’m s-sorry, I sh-shouldn’t have-” she began, but Willow cut her off.
“Don’t. I know how it feels to be frustrated. Believe me, I know. It’s alright to let your emotions out, and I don’t mind being there when you do,” she soothed. Tara looked up and gave her a half-smile.
“If you say so,” she said, smiling now, her stutter gone with her embarrassment. She suddenly fell silent, concentrating on something. “Would you mind if I brought an old college professor of mine out here? I need his opinion on this. He won’t stay over night. But I just, whenever I’m in a bind, he seems to know the answer. Or at least, he helps me find the answer,” she asked, skimming her books one more time.
Willow eyed her, amazed at the beauty in front of her. She cleared her throat from the dryness. “Um, sure, that would be fine.”
Willow involuntarily glanced at her watch and noticed it was just after midnight. Tara saw the look and faked a yawn.
“Are you ready to go? I mean, well, if you are finished with all your work and well, all,” she uttered. Willow looked at Tara with piercing eyes, but the intensity wasn’t discomforting. It was the exact opposite. Tara felt like Willow could gaze into her soul when she delved into her eyes; the feeling was security, not discomfort.
“I know you’re not tired. I can tell. You’re like me, you want to complete the task at the time instead of letting it sit. I can wait. I didn’t get chocolate for nothing,” she said, never breaking her eye contact with Tara. She finally gave Tara a small smile, but not a nervous smile. Willow gave Tara the sexiest ‘don’t look out for me, I’m a big girl’ smile that Tara had ever seen.
Despite her attempt to test the red head, she really did want to stop her work for the evening. She left early yesterday morning and she knew tomorrow would be tough. The beaches were open tomorrow. And that meant trouble. Tara felt it.
“Look Chief Rosenberg, we may be alike, but my immature side wants sleep. And unfortunately for my workaholic side, the immature side is winning,” Tara informed, leaning over the desk, closer to Willow.
Willow leaned in across the desk as well, bridging the gap between them. With only mere centimeters between the two women’s lips, Willow hotly breathed, “It’s Willow, remember?” Seeing the involuntary shiver go through Tara, Willow stood up and walked to the door. “Meet you outside in five minutes,” she affirmed.
It took the five minutes for Tara to regain her composer before walking out to the truck. She found Willow already sitting in the car, smiling at the blonde as she walked. The red head leaned across the seat of the car to open the door for Tara.
“Glad you could join me,” she commented.
“Yeah, I bet you are,” bantered Tara playfully.
Willow grinned and pulled out of the station’s parking lot. She asked Tara if she was hungry. Hearing an eager yes, Willow drove to the only dinner that stayed open all night, Railroad Spikes. The two walked into the dinner and found an empty booth, which wasn’t hard considering the place was deserted.
“Hey Red, you sitting all the way over there because you wanna make me work harder?” yelled a bleached blonde man. Willow chuckled at the man.
“Will, you don’t work hard at all. This is my way of keeping you in line. I am the chief of police after all,” called back.
As the blonde man walked over, he pointed at Willow, “Oy, Don’t call me Will…Will! It’s Spike, alright? I hate my real name and you bloody well know it,” Spike told her, fully bringing out his British accent. The red head had to look down in order to stifle her giggle.
Although Spike and she knew each other well, he lived on the other side of the island and he rarely went to the beach. Something about skin trouble. But the criminal activity on the island was zilch to nothing. So, Willow hardly ever came out this way. Only when it was incredibly late and Willow was too lazy to fix anything at home. Like the present moment, no one was ever in the joint at the hours Willow stopped by, which gave Willow and Spike the opportunity to get to know each other. Add in the fact that he was gay, and you had a rainbow lovin’ pair!
“Alright, luv, what’ll it be?” he asked, squatting down in front of the table. He gave Tara a nice smile and winked, but unlike Willow’s wink, it was friendly, not sexy.
Tara looked over her menu. “I’ll just have a ham and turkey sub with fries and sweet tea to drink,” she told the man. He mentioned that it was a good choice, causing Willow to roll her eyes.
“Working the customer, nice,” she joked, “I’ll have the hotdog and fries please. Umm how bout coke to drink too.”
“Coming right up ladies,” he said, standing up right and moving around to the back of the counter to prepare their orders.
“He seems nice,” Tara commented. Willow nodded vigorously.
“He’s a sweetheart really. Me and him clicked right away; we have a lot in common,” replied Willow, thanking Spike as he handed the ladies their drinks.
“Such as?” Tara probed, hoping to learn more information on the redhead.
“Well, we love to read, we even have the same favorite, To Kill a Mockingbird. Music wise, we both enjoy the rock beat, so…” she trailed. Should I tell her? She has been flirting with me…at least, I think she has. Might as well, I can’t do anything about it anyway. “…and we’re both gay, so we can connect through that,” she finally sputtered out. Normally, she didn’t give a damn whether people knew or not. Most people on the island didn’t know she existed until they had a problem to solve. After Willow handled it, they went on with their lives, choosing to block her from memory until she was needed again. People were so busy with their lives on the island; no one even cared if she was. That is, if they even knew about it.
But with Tara, Willow felt a stronger connection. She at least wanted a friendship outta this fiasco. The red head could only hope Tara wasn’t a bigot.
Tara looked up at Spike as he set the food on the table. With the silent atmosphere, he could hear their conversation, and decided he should join in and tease his redheaded friend. “She’s a wildcat, this one. Never seen a gayer one,” he told Tara with a straight face. The blonde’s sapphire eyes bulged out of her head at the man’s bluntness. Willow nearly choked on her fries as he said that. The red head’s face turned pink.
“Cool it you two; I was only kiddin’,” he said with a small smile as he turned to go back to his job. Willow sent daggers his way and Tara began to laugh full heartedly.
The chief looked at her, questioning the blonde’s sanity. With a raise of Willow’s eyebrow, Tara began to explain. “The look on your face was priceless, I swear. I wish I had my camera!”
Willow decided the mature thing to do was to not retaliate. She simply stuck out her tongue to the blonde.
The two ate in relative silence for the rest of the meal. Willow picked up the check, insisting that she was merely thanking the blonde for her work. After Tara retorted that she was being paid for her hard work, Willow stuck her tongue out again.
When they returned to Willow’s apartment, they headed off to their separate rooms. Willow put Miss Kitty in her room. Willow turned to say goodnight to the blonde, but stopped short when she saw Tara deep in thought.
“Uh, Tara? You need something?” she asked, not really wanting to disturb the blue eyed beauty in her thought process.
Tara looked at her all of a sudden, a look of curiosity plastered across her face. Then very innocently, she replied to Willow. “No, I’m just trying to determine if you really are a wildcat.” She smirked and walked up to Willow. She lightly flicked the patch on Willow’s uniform that said “Sol Island Police”. Tara half smirked at Willow and said, “G’night Chief.”
With that, the blonde sauntered into the bedroom, leaving a very aroused redhead in the hall way.
Damn she’s good at that!
After Willow recovered, she turned to go into her own bedroom, pictures of Tara dancing through her mind.