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Complexity

Diane had to rush over to her apartment to get clothes. She brought Denby with her, figuring that since they were partners that it wouldn't matter and they should save gas by taking only one car.

She invited him in, and there she showed him her bedroom. No man had been in it besides Bobby and it made them both a bit nervous, but Diane quickly fizzed that by opening her 3rd dresser drawer and pulling out the most naughty thing Harry had seen in his whole life.

After stripping slowly for his enjoyment, she put it on. The red silk and lace cups pushed her cleavage up and out, where the red undies and garter belt that connected with the soft red nylons made the creamy white of her skin stand out.

After letting him admire her for a moment, she put on a daringly low cut black 3 quarter sleeve sweater and tight black slacks. When Harry tired to speak it came out rough and strained.

"You're...you're wearing this for me?"

She gave him an sarcastic but light look.

"No, I'm wearing this for John. I thought a little tits would maybe change him."

He smiled and grabbed her coat off the coat rack. But before he let her out the door, he lowered his head down to her ear and pressed his erection against her hip.

"The desired affect has been achieved."

She turned to him with mock surprise on her dainty face.

"Why Mr. Denby, is that your belt or are you just happy to see me?" She put her hand to her throat and her other to her hip.

Harry grinned at her and walked through the door. She smiled to herself and locked up, prepared for another day of Denby bashing from the precinct.

When Denby and Russell made their appearances the whole of the 15th went silent. Minds were whirling, whispers were about to escape from excited tongue's, and stares went from blank to knowing: they had come in the same car, and they didn't live that close together.

Andy looked the most pissed; his eyes bulging out and face red. John had merely winked again, and Danny was the only other person who acknowledged their presence with a wave. Harry just put on a forced smile and tired to play it cool.

Leaning over to him, Diane spoke:

"I guess using the same car wasn't such a good idea after all, was it?"

Denby let out a small chuckle and squeezed her hand but it was more for his sake then for hers. Andy's voice cut into whatever he was going to say.

"Okay enough hanky panky," he growled, and the pair looked at him incredulously. "You two have to get on the job. There's a victim just a couple blocks from here got called in right as you got here. White male, 22 years old, got busted inside his apartment with a shotgun. Nothing stolen, girlfriend heard the shots as she was coming in. You two get on it. I got another to handle."

They nodded and made their way out of the room. After they left Andy shook his head.

"What? What is it?" John's ever-annoying voice filled Andy's ears.

"I just don't want to see that ass hole filling Bobby's shoes. And from the looks of things that's exactly what he's doing. The man's too good looking for his own good, too smooth, too charming, and to fast moving for Diane."

"Well," John's voice was drawn out, almost to the point of exaggeration, "it seems to me that there is only one solution."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"Put her in a chastity belt."

Denby got out of the car with Diane at his side. Two girls, 20 or so, sat together, heads huddled comforting each other in their grief. They were exact opposites in appearance; one being blonde and one a brunette, one well endowed and the other flat.

Diane reached them first and got the blonde one to tip her head up to talk. Denby felt a measure of surprise reach him. Amanda. What was Amanda doing here? He didn't say anything, just stayed back and wondered what would happen.

Diane was taken aback when the blonde girl tipped her head up. She was really very pretty. Big round blue eyes and peaches and skin cream. Even though it was raining now, and tears were in her eyes, it did nothing to mar her face.

She asked her name: Amanda and how old she was: 26. Older than she looked. The girls' eyes roamed restlessly for a moment but settled on Harry's face. Something jumped in her eyes and she shot up, shouting out his name.

He went over to her and hugged her, and Diane felt a stab of jealousy work at her heart. The woman was obviously an ex-lover, with the familiar way she wrapped her arms around him and ran her fingers through his hair. Harry was known as somewhat of a playboy, she had recently learned. The closest she'd ever been to a womanizer firsthand was her ex Simeon.

They broke apart, Harry smiling at her a little. Then, realizing again that Diane existed, he walked over to her, holding Amanda's hand.

"Diane, this is hardly the time and place, but I'd like you to meet my very best friend and psychiatrist, Amanda Cohen."

Diane blinked. This girl was his shrink? And his friend? What the hell was all this? And where did the other girl fit in? What was she-his personal trainer? Harry was looking at her with questioning eyes; she hadn't said anything. Shaking herself out of her reverie, she spoke.

"She's your psychiatrist?"

"Yep. Well, ex-psychiatrist. I haven't seen her for 2 years."

"Harry and I met when he was just a street cop and I had just gotten my doctorate in psyche. We met and I started to council him after his wife left him. Then we became friends."

Diane still couldn't believe it. Harry with a psychiatrist? Of his own will? Pretty big fucking deal, considering he was the type to look down on anyone who tried to dissect the 'inner workings' of his mind. Or, shortly put, drunken babble. Diane turned to Amanda.

"You put up with him?"

Amanda started to erupt in giggles. She clutched the inside of her coat and bent over, laughing.

"I...see where you're coming from on that one." She paused, wiping tears from her eyes. "I just barely managed to survive 4 years of counseling Mr. Chatty over here. Everyday it was a new lecture. From him!" She gestured at Harry. "He's really hooked with deflecting moral values and organized religion. That and sex. I had never heard the term 'shooting blanks' before I met him."

Harry chose the moment to study his shoes. Diane thought she detected a faint tinge of red on his pale, stubble covered cheeks. She turned back to Amanda again.

"Did he pull pri-"

"'An exchange of consideration. A priori.' Sadly, I am the victim of a Jesuit education."

Diane laughed. So Harry was always like this, and someone had managed to see through all of the verbal play. She was genuinely impressed with Amanda. No one she knew could even begin to make sense of the puzzle that was Harry Denby. No one besides her.

"Well, what do you say we step out of 'let's-taunt-Harry-with-how-stupid-he-sounds-land, and go work on this crime scene, okay?"

Harry walked away from them, obviously embarrassed. Amanda and Diane just chuckled and followed.

Amanda, Harry, Diane and the brunette, Desiree, were back at the precinct. Diane had learned that Amanda had gotten a call from Desiree right after Desiree had heard shots from her boyfriend Rich's apartment. Amanda had gotten there, found the Rich's body because Desiree was too afraid to look, and called the cops.

Rich was a DOA. Nothing anyone could do except find out what the hell had happened. Amanda had found out that Rich was 'involved' with a prestigious drug runner, Albert Mefisto. Desiree refused to disclose anything about it, and only denied that her precious Rich would have any enemies.

"He was a fucking saint, you know? He never did anything bad to no one."

Harry was fed up with this holy man routine that Desiree was feeding him, and got impatient as hell.

"Oh, I see. Was he a saint between visits with Mefisto, or was it all just one unfortunate coincidence?"

Desiree's eyes filled up with tears and Diane touched Harry's sleeve.

"Look, I told you he didn't have nothin' to do with that creep knowingly!"

Harry was still pissed. This girl may have lost her wonderful boyfriend but lying about him wasn't doing his corpse any good.

"Oh, oh, yeah. I get it now; Richie Rich just met him on the street, said hello and gave him his wallet that had fallen out of his back pocket like the good Samaritan he was, huh?"

"Harry," Diane whispered quietly in his ear. "The girls been through a lot, just maybe you should give her a break, hmmm?"

Denby cooled a little at that. Challenging the woman would have little affect; about as much as doubting Rich's godliness. He walked over to where she sat in her chair, and crouched beside her.

"Look, I know you've been through a lot today, and the world has spun round more than once, but if know anything, anything at all, maybe we can bring the bastard who did this in and get Rich some justice?"

Desiree, bent her head down and Harry touched her shoulder. He could hear the quiet sobbing from the girls' throat and he leaned in closer.

"Desiree, do you need some time?"

"No, no, I'm...okay. I don't really know, ya know? Maybe...maybe Rich had some enemies, but he always acted cool about things. But I know that he didn't have anything to do with no drug runner! And even if he did, he wouldn't have no time to piss anybody off. He was always with me."

"Okay. Thank you so much. I'm gonna turn you over to Detective Sorenson and he'll ask you a few more questions."

"Okay, alright, sure."

Harry nodded. He gave Diane a look that said 'meet me outside' and she nodded in turn. He stood up and guided Desiree to the hallway where Danny and Amanda were.

"Diane and I are going...away for the day to review the crime scene. Tell Fancy we'll have the report in the morning, 7:00 sharp."

"Will do Denby. And uh," he grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him to a corner. "Be careful with Diane okay? She's still hurting cause of Bobby and if you pull things the wrong way you'll break her heart."

"Danny, thank you for caring about Diane. Rest assured I will do no harm to her, but your concern is touching, and I'll be extra careful."

Danny nodded slowly, not sure if Harry was being sarcastic or not. So Harry just smiled at him and left with Diane behind him.