Have you been enjoying the series so far? Well here's the final story in the Foreseen novella collection, David and Felicite'

Enjoy!

Felicite' always thought a police station was like a bee hive. The police and detectives, the criminals in handcuffs danced around in a circle of truth and lies, like little worker bees. The constant ringing of telephones, the rustling of paperwork and curses flying were the music being played by and for the worst and best of humankind. It was a colony of the downtrodden and the fallen, the hopeful and its protectors, forced together and congealed and thick like raw honey. And she was one of them. This time as a perp.

She gripped the bars of her jail cell and wondered for the thousandth time how she ended up in here. Oh she knew the events that led her here. It started when her friend Bea asked for help to save her neighborhood. She was glad to do a token reading for her. If you couldn't use your psychic abilities to help your friends then when can you?

Besides she hadn't been called in for consulting services so she had nothing to do. The plus side was at least she didn't have to see just how sick and depraved a human can be to their fellow man.

Worse somehow for reasons she couldn't understand was who threw her in here in the first place. Warmth flooded her stomach as Felicite' went over again her meeting with the arresting officer. Though he was only two years ahead of her she'd never forget David Johnson of the Northern Virginia Johnsons. The god of their high school, BMOC and star quarterback and captain who led their high school to state nationals every year he was on the football team. He had the admiration of half the guys and their jealousy. Their respect too. He had all the girls salivating over him and wanting to do things with him only seen in porn films. Her included.

Two days earlier he also had her in a pair of handcuffs and in the back of his squad car. At least she had one of her high school fantasies come true. Felicite' shivered at the thought then chastised herself. Now wasn't the time. She was in serious trouble. Indulging in past sexual fantasies of old high school crushes wasn't going to do a damn thing to help her clear her name.

And according to what David, Detective Johnson let slip, the fact that they have her on tape meant she was going to need all the help she could get.

"Felicite'" said the smooth, pussy wetting voice of the very detective temporarily jarring her out of her troubles. "You're free to go. Your friends posted your bail."

"What?"

Felicite' was stunned. When the judge set her bail she nearly fainted in alarm earlier this morning. Even with what she had in her checking and savings account combined she'd still be short.

The bars slid open with a clang startling her. She remained rooted until David reached his hand out for hers with a concerned look on his face.

"Felicite'," he called her in a gentle voice as if she was a frightened animal he didn't want to startle. She found it almost funny considering the hand reaching out to her, if her intuition was to be trusted, belonged to the most dangerous thing to her. "Come on. You're friends are here."

Her friends? Right. They paid her bail. Erring on the side of caution she rushed passed his outstretched arm and ignored the shivers running down her back as she brushed against his six foot three hulking frame.

She heard him behind her and was slightly relieved that he hadn't he used his long, powerful strides to walk beside her. The man took up way too much space as it is. Thankfully with him behind her it made the already grey, stark walls less closing in on her. Unfortunately she also felt his piercing blue eyes at her back, making her chest squeeze that she was afraid she might faint.

Finally she made it out into open air and made it into the arms of the only bees she'd gladly be stung by.

"You guys," she cried as Layla, Bea and Jenna wrapped their arms around her in a fierce huddle. "What did you do?"

"You idiot." Bea smacked her outside her head. "Do you even have to ask?"

"It was nothing," added Layla. "There's no way we were going to leave you in there."

"Besides you're innocent," Jenna said weepily. "You don't belong here surrounded by all these emotional dregs."

"You guys," Felicite' blubbered. The stress of everything caused her to release all of her fears and frustration of the past twenty four hours. Her limbs relaxed, even her eye ducts so that tears were running down her face as she absorbed the warmth and love from her three best friends.

As they hugged each other in the middle of a police station Felicite' felt as everything would be fine now.

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David watched as Felicite' rushed ahead of him as if he had the plague. She probably didn't think he noticed her shudder when he let her out of the cell but he did. And for some reason he just couldn't let it go. It pissed him off that she was so wary of him he wanted to hit something. But he also wanted to reach out to her and console her.

Fat chance that'll happen considering he was the arresting officer. Now all he had for his efforts was admiring the way her lush ass looked fantastic in her jeans. While the distance between grew larger than he can close. To think that the time finally came to make his move and be near her and work up his nerve to ask her out he had to snap her in handcuffs. And when there was no headboard in sight.

David sighed. Then continued to follow after. She burst out into the middle of the station and straight into the arms of her friends. He watched as they enveloped her in their embrace and smiled. She had some good friends.

Too bad she also had an enemy.

Not for a second did he think she committed the crime she was accused of. But they had video evidence and charges was brought up. As far as everyone else was concerned the case was easy and airtight. It especially didn't look good all those large deposits into her banking account. The background check they ran said she was a consulting but it didn't say of what. The secrecy and the money compounded her supposed guilt. HIs hands were tied and he had to arrest her. But something told him the case wasn't as clear cut as it seemed. And he knew Felicite' since she a little girl. She liked to find lost items and return them to their owners. She liked rescuing strays. She was good and warm and soft hearted. She was no hard hearted thief. Proof of that was several feet from him.

He stepped forward and cleared his throat. His eyes drifted down to her lovely ass again and then back up to eight pairs of eyes watching him.

"Whoa. Who is this," demanded the woman with captivating caramel eyes and locks. She looked him up and down like a piece of meat. He shifted his feet and ignored the smirk she threw Felicite' when she said, "Maybe we shouldn't been so quick to bail you out. Could've had some jailhouse fun."

Despite himself the image of Felicite' in a curve hugging orange jumpsuit the zipper down her chest and her full breasts about to pop out of them as she was on her knees sucking his cock for favors popped into his head. He saw it much too clearly. He'd be the security guard teaching her just how he'd like it. His hands would slide into her hair and hold on tight as she shoved his cock into the back of her throat. Then watch her suck every damn drop as he came in her mouth.

His groin hardened and he mentally shook his head. Getting a hard on while thinking about roleplaying inmate and the security guard wasn't what he came over for.

"Bea hush," said Felicite' as the other two ladies tried unsuccessfully to stifle their giggles. "Yes Detective Johnson?"

She looked up at him with her big doe eyes and he lost his train of thought. She always did that to him. Since high school. For much longer than that if he remembered. When he was a young teen he chalked it up to being shy around girls. But even then he only noticed he had the particular problem of being a total idiot standing there with his mouth open only when it came to her. By the time he became a senior high school and the guys claimed her as the hottest girl in the freshman and sophomore class he had his answer. He liked her. He wanted her.

Too bad by the time he realized it she'd chosen his douche cousin. He was a step behind then. And now standing here, with her friends siding with her as if he was the bad guy, made him realize he was a step behind again. Which meant he'd have to suffer the erotic dreams of him tasting every delectable inch of her and waking up with her taste fading on his tongue and wondering if she tasted like sweet cream or cool chocolate forever how long before he can convince her to go out with him.

"Detective," repeated Felicite' warily. "You alright?"

"Ah yes," he winced at the huskiness of his voice and hoped it wasn't obvious where his mind went then blurted, "Just haven't been getting enough sleep...wait that's not what I meant to tell you."

Why was he blathering like a horny teenager talking to his crush for the first time?

Maybe because you are.

He took a deep breath and decided to go for the truth. Well at least half of it. "I'm sorry about what you had to go through."

Her brow arched and he couldn't help but think even that flex was lovely.

"You were the arresting officer," she said blandly.

Yeah and it was better him than his new partner. He caught the leery look on his face when he produced the warrant to search her place. And the lustful gleam in his eyes when they found what they were looking for actually sickened him. There was no way he was going to let Connery touch any part of her.

David nodded and admitted, "Yeah, I was. That doesn't mean I believe you did it."

Her lips trembled. Watery eyes looked up at him in relief before she wiped any semblance of emotion from her face. Then she was looking at him with a bland expression again her arms crossed over her chest. As if she didn't wish to give him anything for him to use against her.

She didn't trust him. That fact felt as if he was hit by a wrecking ball in the stomach. Guess he had no one to blame but himself for her distrust. Sometimes you can never get away from the mistakes you made in high school.

"Thanks for your beliefs then."

He heard the dismissal in her tone but he didn't give up. David reached into his back pocket for his wallet and removed his business card to give to her. She didn't take it. Her outspoken, feisty friend stepped forward and took it. And earned a hiss from Felicite' which she ignored.

He felt cheated. He was hoping he'd get to touch her soft skin again. It'd have to do until he can finally place his hands on her and learn the grace of her curves.

"Thank you detective," said Bea with a bright smile on her face. Then elbowed Felicite' and mutter under he breath, the smile still plastered on her face, "say thank you to the nice detective."

She rolled her eyes and shifted her feet but still said "Thank you, detective Johnson."

"David," he implored.

"David," she whispered. And damn hearing his name from her lips did things to his cock. He had to get out of there quick before he embarrassed himself and give his cock some relief.

"I do want to help you." He nodded towards Bea. "Please call me if you can think of anything that can help me get to the bottom of this. Okay."

He wanted to reach out and squeeze her hand in support but there was a distance between much further away than the two feet they stood apart.

Instead he said, "Good night Felicite'. Ladies." Then he walked away to his desk, away from her and gathered his things.

The women were behind him as he left them to help Felicite' collect her belongings. He was out the door, the cool air, cooling his heated skin, but not before he heard Bea loudly whispering, "Damn. If I knew they white boys can have tight asses like that I'd reassess my dating stance a long time ago."

"Bea you're being too loud," hissed Felicite'.

On his way down the steps and around the back of the precinct to his car David wondered if Felicite' felt the same way as her friend.

He hoped so.