Tatiana POV
Well well well if it isn't the jackass himself Michael Jackson. I snap at Michael, ooh I love it when you say my name baby. Fuck off Jackson and DONT call me baby fucktard. Ooh fiesty I like em like that. Leave me the hell alone for I hand you your balls on a silver platter, I say giving him a deadly look. I see him wince a little when I say that. Good maybe he won't cross the line again. I start walking away from him and to my desk, Thumbtzen, Jackson in my office now. Our boss Lieutenant Houston called to us and by the tone of her voice I knew this had to be serious. We both step in her office and stand silently, see the thing about Lieutenant Houston is that she demands respect just like she gives it so if you walk in her office you stand until she tells you to sit down and let me tell ya nobody ever disrespected her wishes not even the ass Michael. I'm putting you and Michael on a very serious case, there is this huge king pin by the name of Omar Epps he is one of the most hardest men to get to. Now we've known about his wearbouts for sometime now and I need you two to put all that hate you have for each other aside and help us bust this Criminal, he has killed innocent kids just to show he can get away with it. But he cant and will not get away with this. She says breaking me out of my train of thoughts.That sick bastard I mumble under my breath. You can say that again Thumbtzen, Michael says agreeing with me. Wait. Hold. Up. Did we just agree on something. Oh shit we both say at the same time, What, Lieutenant says looking confused . We Just Agreed On Something, we say at the same time. Good now get out of my office, oh and I want y'all to start on that case today. Yes Lieutenant, I say walking back to my desk. Ugh this is gonna be a long case when dealing with fuck ass Jackson. I walk to my desk to start my research on this sick bastard. Minutes later I'm so into my work that I don't realize Michael is standing by my desk, I finally look up from my computer. Yes can I help you Jackson, actually you can, he says all jokes aside, and how can I do that Jackson, I say leaning back in my chair crossing my arms, curious to what he has to say. Well Thumbzen you can help me by telling me how far you got in this case. Wow no snappy remark, I like new MJ better. Well I got nothing but exactly what Lieutenant told us, I say resting my legs up on my desk. This is so fucking frustrating and we just started. Well I got a little something, uh hu I'm listening, Omar Epps has his girlfriend do some of his dirty work so he doesn't get caught, her name is Treyana Jones and she works at a beauty salon not far from here probably like ten minutes away. Good job Jackson, I say smirking because he looks surprise, Well time for me to go. By by jack ass, I say walking out of the building, laughing because he honestly thought I would be nice to him just because we are working together. I hop in my 1969 Chevy Camero and pull off fast. See people wouldn't think I'm that type of girl who enjoys having this type of car, but I do though. I even had it custom made black with red mixed with a little orange fire on the sides that says my name in Spanish on the sides also. Finally after thirty minutes I pull up to my two story house. Getting out my car I hear, Thumbzen, turning around I see Michael getting out of his car, he jogs up to me, but I go to walk away when he grabs my wrist. What Jackson, and did you just follow me home? Yes I did and I forgot one more thing to tell you about the case, Omar abuses his girlfriend to get her to do what he wants. That couldnt have waited until tomorrow, I say rolling my eyes. Actually...... all of a sudden he just stops what he was about to say, what Jackson..... I stop in mid sentence and notice that my sleeve lifted up a little and he is looking at my tattoo, ummmm I. I. I gotta go. I say running to my house and unlocking it so I can go in. I can't believe he just saw it it's gonna be hell now