Rick sat at his desk, his eyes closed. He hadn't slept for the past three nights. The case was going nowhere, and fast, and the higher ups in the city were riding his ass to get a suspect. One that would actually stick this time.
Everyone had been so sure it was Barbi, but then Kurt got attacked while Barbi was locked up, and they all found themselves back at square one. Who was taking the blame for this? Rick was, of course. The precinct was starting to treat him like he was the one who had driven the knife into his brother's back.
At least Kurt had lived. That was the only peace of mind Rick had at this moment in time. Yes, his brother had been attacked, but he was still alive.
His office door slammed open. Rick's eyes popped open, his chair tipping back, and before he knew it he was lying flat on his back, looking up into the face of what could have been Barbi's young twin.
Layla looked down at him, her eyes wide with anger, he mouth twisted with rage.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Rick stood up, the anger finally spilling out in the tone of his voice.
"What's wrong with me?" The girl was foaming at the mouth. "Go to the Hot Spot."
"The what?" He found Layla pushing past him, to his computer.
A web page came up on the screen. The Hot Spot. It was one of those gossip sites that he had heard about. He never really went to them though. Sometimes to make sure Kurt was behaving himself, but normally he stuck with the Tribune and ESPN when it came to his browser history.
"Look at that!" Layla was screaming.
Her finger was pointing at a grainy video playing on the front page of the website. Rick looked closely, and his mouth dropped open. There, for the world to see, was Layla and another young woman in the throws of passion on an office desk.
"What are you going to do about this Rick?" The finger that was pointed at the screen swung towards him, and began to tap his chest quickly. "You better find out who did this, or I swear to God, heads are going ot roll."
Rick clicked off the video, and looked Layla dead in the eyes. He was not going to be bullied by some twenty something model with a bad haircut.
"File a complaint Layla." His voice was harsh, clipped. "I don't handle this stuff."
Layla looked at him, her stare so intense he was pretty sure that she was trying to burn a hole through him.
"You worthless piece of..." She didn't get a chance to finish.
Rick grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the office.
"Listen here, I've got a killer to worry about, and a brother in the hospital. I don't have time to deal with your issues. File a report, and someone from our tech division can help you." He walked back into his office, but turned before closing the door. "And Layla."
"What?" She was half in tears, half ready to chuck a file cabinat at his head.
"Knock next time." Then he closed the door.
As Rick set his chair upright and sat down he could hear Layla release one loud, scream, followed by her stomping off.
He was now starting to understand why Kurt had started sleeping with another man. The Starr women were crazy enough to turn anyone off women for the rest of their lives.
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