Barbi let herself into Derrick's apartment with the spare key he hid above the door. She wondered how many times he had been robbed because of that key.
"Derrick, you decent?" She threw her purse down on the couch. "Are you ever?" She mubled that last part under her breath.
As if to respond a half naked woman, one of her models, stepped out of Derrick's bedroom.
Annabelle Reeves, the newest addition to Dollhouse's line-up, stood before her in a cute, pink bra and pantie set. The get up didn't surprise Barbi in the least. Annabelle was a small country girl with big city looks. She was the type of girl who still retained that small town sweetness, and if she didn't loose it fast, the real world would eat her up inside.
"Miss Starr! I... um..." The poor girl's face had turned so red it looked as if her head might pop.
"Helping Derrick grieve?" Barbi couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry about it sweetheart. You aren't the first, and you won't be the last."
With a hurt look and a nod, Annabelle slipped back into the bedroom as Derrick slid past her.
"Barbi, behave." He said those words with a half smile.
Derrick was wearing only a pair of jeans, unbuttoned of course. His hair and body were still damp from a recent shower. One would have to wonder, seeing him in that state, what he was doing behind the camera, not in front of it.
If the moment wasn't so inappropriate Barbi probably would have jumped him right then and there, but with the death and all it didn't seem right.
"So, what do I owe the pleasure of your company." He spoke with a slight British accent. It made most girls, and a few guys, swoon at the sound of his voice. He could be telling them to go to hell, and most people would just stare and smile.
"Breaking her in before her first shoot?" She turned, looking out the window at the skyline. "I need the pictures from Eve's last shoot."
"The aren't developed yet." He walked behind her, getting just close enough where she could feel the heat of his body. "I'll drop them off at your office tomorrow."
He pressed against her, his arms wrapping around her waist. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. A shiver went down her spine.
Derrick was scum, yes, but he knew how to make you forget that very quickly.
He kissed her neck. Her eyes closed, and she could feel his fingers making small circles on her belly.
The sound of Barbi's cell going off broke the move, and right in the nick of time.
She broke the embrace and walked over to the couch to grab her purse. Her legs were still shaking.
She checked the screen. It was Rick. That wasn't a good sign.
"What's up?" She pressed the phone between her head and her shoulder blade, using both hands to fish through her purse.
"If you're going to lie about your alibi don't leave evidence on the victim's cell phone." Rick was pissed.
"What are you talking about?" She was honestly confused.
"Come down to the station. Now." He hung up.
Barbi didn't even say goodbye. She just grabbed her things and rushed out of the apartment. She was suddenly driven by a very unfamiliar force. Fear.
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