Embracing His Syn by A.E. Via

Day pointed at him. “Detective Johnson. This
is Sergeant Corbin Sydney. He just came on last week. Damn good
Detective. Syn. This is Detective Johnson, our ballistics expert.
You and he should get acquainted, you’ll be working with him
whenever we need weapons forensics. He’s not officially on our
team. Instead he chooses to spread his wisdom around to multiple
precincts,” Day informed him.
    Syn stood up to shake the man’s hand.
Johnson gave Day a playful shove before he turned a warm, genuine
smile on Syn and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you Sydney. Ro has
told me some interesting things about you already. Anyone that will
head-butt the fuck out of Godfrey, I like.”
    God looked up from his file just long
enough to flip Johnson off, then went back to reading.
    Syn liked this Johnson already. He
didn’t know Ronowski was going around singing his praises though.
“Nice to meet you too,” Syn answered.
    After pleasantries, Johnson got right
down to business. “Ballistics matched the slug that was pulled out
of your vic's body with the 9mm we recovered from your suspect last
night. It has a fifteen round chamber and three rounds were still
in the clip. Bad news is the slugs pulled from the previous three
bodies didn’t come from this weapon.”
    “ Damn. Of course it
wouldn’t be that easy,” God grumbled.
    “ She may have more than
one weapon, we'll see what turns up during the search of her
residence. Have you questioned her yet?” Johnson asked.
    “ No. We’re letting her
stew,” Day said.
    Johnson went over a few more details
before gathering up his evidence and heading to the door. Ronowski
met him there. Syn watched but didn’t watch.
    “ You coming home late?”
Johnson asked Ronowski.
    “ I hope not, we’ll
see.”
    He’d be damn if Johnson didn't bend
down right there in front of twenty men and kiss Ronowski’s lips.
“I’ll see you when you get there.” Johnson’s deep voice even made
Syn tingle as he saw a loving look flash across Ro's face before he
turned back to them.
    I’ll be damned. That big,
motherfucker is gay too ... and fucking Ronowski to
boot.
    The interesting part about that whole
scene; no one batted an eye. This team really was a team. There was
no judgment or bigotry between them. Syn believed that it was no
accident of fate. No one had time for that petty bullshit anyway.
These men kept things in perspective. There were innocent people in
their city being killed by tainted drugs; no one had time or energy
to waste being judgmental about who made love to whom.
    The meeting concluded three hours
later with Syn giving the men their assignments for the day. Some
were going back to the crime scene. A couple Detectives were
researching the fucked up drug. Others were going over evidence
secured from the search warrant of their suspect’s home, and some
were going out to pick up the first round of adult entertainers
from Illustra to be questioned. After answering the men’s
questions, Syn headed downstairs.
     

 
     
     

     
‘ See, I Told You That Bitch Crazy’
     
     
    Syn met Day and God at the
interrogation rooms. Their suspect was sitting ramrod straight in
the small metal chair. Syn knew her posture was meant to be a
statement that even though fatigued; she refused to give them the
satisfaction of showing it. Her hands were cuffed, her fingers
laced together and resting on top of the table.
    They watched her through the one-way
window. She raised her head and glared at the mirrored glass,
smirking as if she knew they were there.
    “ Cocky little thing, ain’t
she?” Syn mumbled.
    “ I like her.” Day
grinned.
    “ You would,” God huffed.
“Let’s not forget she likes to kill pretty men.”
    “ Ahh. Touché.” Day took
the file from God’s hands and handed it over to Syn. Syn nodded to
the officer to unlock the door.
    The three of them walked in, faces
impassive. God took up his post in the corner at the suspect’s
back. It was a tactic to make