Chapter 10 The Visit

I got back to the station and skipped to my desk. Denton had taken Melissa to Booking while I got ready to do paperwork. Jones was already at his desk on his computer.

"Guess who caught the killer!" I asked in a sing-song tone.

"Really?" Jones asked. "Who was it?"

"The woman who discovered the body, turns out she killed the guy the night before," I said as I sat in my chair. "I put a little bit of pressure on her and she cracked. You should have come with me."

"And you should have gone to see RM," Jones snapped.

"What?"

"He was angry that ya weren't there. The first thing he asked was where you were," Jones said beginning to lean towards me. "He almost didn't want to help because you weren't there."

"But he gave you the information we needed to solve this case?" I asked.

"Yup. It was a murder-suicide," Jones said.

"What are you talking about? There's no way that's possible."

"That's what RM said. That's what we're going with."

"You can't be serious, Jones. There's no way it was a murder-suicide. It was an execution and we both know it."

"Just think for a minute, Kid. Why would RM tell us it's a murder-suicide? What could he gain from that?" Jones whispered.

I understood what he meant now. I understood what RM was doing. I couldn't help but glare at the surface of my desk.

"It was a mafia kill," I muttered. "So we're just going to let this go?"

"We got no choice," Jones said. "Do you wanna put your boyfriend behind bars? And have retaliation put on us by his people?"

"He's not my boyfriend," I snapped. "It was just one date."

"That's what you got from what I said?" Jones asked.

I rolled my eyes. I couldn't believe that RM seriously left me last night to make sure some execution was finished? Was that the kind of man he was?

"Whatcha thinkin' about, Kid?" Jones asked.

"It doesn't matter," I said. I picked up part of unsolved case pile and threw them to him. "Pick a new case."

He started to look through the files while I did the paperwork for the arrest of Melissa Benson. As I was doing the paperwork something came to my mind. If we had files for every one that we worked with, including consultants, then we must have a file on RM.

"Hey Jones, do we have any files on RM?" I asked.

"Why do ya ask?" Jones asked. He didn't bother to look up from the files.

"Research," I said. "So do we?"

"Yeah. Hey Richmond, get the file of the top seven of Bangtan for the Kid," Jones called out. Richmond was walking away from his desk when Jones stopped him.

"Got it," Richmond nodded as he walked away. He came back ten minutes later with a single, thin file. I picked it up, holding it in my hand. It was so thin.

"Is this it?" I asked.

"Yup. The file for the top seven members of Bangtan," Richmond said. "It's about twice as thick as some of the other files we have on other gangs in the area.

"Thanks," I said. "Did you sign it out for me to take it home?"

"You know it, love." Richmond winked. "Have fun."

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I have learned that I hate cold cases. All I had done in the past week was work on cold cases with Jones. Sure it was great to try to help some of the families find the closure they needed, but I hate not being able to be there from the beginning of the case.

And then there had been my personal life problems. In the past week, RM had tried to call multiple times a day. I've never answered. I didn't want to be around someone who left me on a date to go see an execution of his mafia members. There was no way I would go on another date with someone who did that.

I was sitting on my sofa with Murphy right next to me. On my coffee table was a dozen of cold case files from the last few years. They all wouldn't fit on my desk so I was out here. In the far corner of the coffee table, was the Bangtan file.

I shook my head as I unconsciously reached for it. I looked over it so often in the past week, I nearly had it memorized. How could so little information be known about them? And where were the rest of their records? How did they just suddenly appear out of no where? All these questions and more raced through my mind as I read through it.

I threw the file back on my coffee table and leaned back into sofa. Murphy put his head on my thigh and looked up at me. His eyes gazed at me in worry.

"I know, Murph. It doesn't make sense," I said as I began to pet his head. "But I can't keep obsessing over it. I just need to stop caring. No more to do with the mafia."

Murphy perked up. For a moment I thought that he was agreeing with me. That was until he jumped off the couch and ran to the door. I looked over the back of the couch to see him begin to sniff underneath the door.

"Murphy?" I called. "What are you doing? Who's there?"

Murphy turned to me before he let out a bark as he turned to the door.

"Murphy that's enough. No barking," I commanded.

I stood up and walked over to him as he continued to bark at the door.

"What are you barking at boy?" I asked as I approached the door.

A knock at the door sounded. I froze for a second before I bent over to pick up Murphy . I adjusted him in my arms before I opened the door. Murphy let out a single bark when he saw who stood on the opposite side of the door. My jaw dropped in shock as I saw who it was.

"RM?" I asked in disbelief.

"Hello, Little Detective," he said with a smile.

I melted a little bit when I saw his dimples. How was he so attractive in the dim lights of the hallways? Everyone looks unattractive under those lights. But here he was in pressed suit pants, a royal blue button up shirt and a black leather jacket. He looked so good compared to me wearing white flannel pajama pants and a grey oversize sweater. Never in my life was I so angry that I always change into pajamas after getting home from Murphy's evening walk.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. I watched as his eyes drifted from me to Murphy in my arms.

"What is that thing?" RM asked looking Murphy with his lip curled up in disdain.

"This is Murphy. My dog," I said. I brought him close to my face and cuddled my cheek against his neck. "Isn't he adorable?"

"I would say more like a dirty toilet bowl brush," RM said.

Murphy barked at him. I jerked Murphy to get him to stop and said, "No, naughty boy. You don't bark. Even if he is rude. Into my bedroom you go."

I walked back into my bedroom and placed him on his doggy bed in the corner of my bed. I gave him a stroke on his head for a moment also taking a moment to take a deep breath. RM was here, at my door, and wanted to talk to me. I didn't want to see or talk to him, yet here he was. I left Murphy in my room and went back into the main leaving area.

RM stood in between the kitchen and the living room. He had closed the front door and was looking around the room. I had never been so self conscious about my decorations or the pictures I had scattered around the room. I stood in the entrance to the hallway nervously.

"Is this where you live?" RM asked when he noticed I was back.

"No, it's just a front for my secret lair, where I keep my real life," I said sarcastically.

"Really?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No," I answered with a roll of my eyes. "I was being sarcastic. You ask a stupid question, you get a stupid answer. But you didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was in the neighborhood, looking at rental properties and I thought I would ask some of the people living here what they thought," RM said sarcastically.

"Really?" I asked as equally sarcastic.

"No. 'You ask a stupid question, you get a stupid answer'," RM quoted me. "I came by to see you."

"Why?" I asked. I watched as RM walked into my living room and began to look at the files on the coffee table.

"Well you haven't answered any of my calls," RM said. Before I could stop him, he picked up a file and opened it. "I thought you might be busy, so I decided to come by and see you. I guess I was right. Ricky Galvin, 18. Killed in a drive-by shooting three months ago. The car was a black four door Audi. They have you working on a case like this?"

I rushed over and took the file from him. "It doesn't matter. It's my job. And until a new body shows up, Jones and I are working these cold cases. And these are confidential. Not for civilian eyes."

RM turned and sat in the corner of my sofa. He put his left arm on the back of it. I gathered up the other pictures and papers scattered around to shove them back in their correct folders.

"Come here, Little Detective," RM said as he gestured to the space underneath his left arm. I rolled my eyes and continued to pick up the files.

RM leaned over and picked up a file. "Now what's this file?"

"RM, hand it over," I said. I stood up from cleaning up the files and held out my hand for him to place the file into.

"Oh, it's the file on Bangtan," RM said. "I see they still don't know Ghost's true alias. I would think that they would have more info on Chim since he's always out in the public-"

"RM, give me the file," I said. I moved to stand in front on him with my hand out.

"Is the Little Detective trying to get more info about me?" RM wondered aloud. "Is that what's going on? I'm flattered, but I hope she knows that she can just talk to me."

"Give me the file, RM," I said sternly. "I'll get in trouble if I don't take it back."

"You'll have to take it from me," RM smirked up at me.

I moved to swipe it from his hand only to have him jerked it back at the last minute. I lost my balance and fell onto his chest. RM caught me by my hips. He put the file on the right side of his body and moved me to sit on his left side.

"That wasn't so hard," RM smirked down at me.

"RM, come on. I have work to do," I said. I moved to stand up only to have RM grab my waist and pull me back down.

"Can't we just talk for a while?" RM murmured into my ear before he leaned back against the sofa.

"About what?"

"You and I."

"There's no you and I, RM."

"Is this because I left you on the date? It was unavoidable, Ana."

"So killing those three men was unavoidable?"

"You have no idea what they did, Ana."

"Does it matter? Their lives were taken from them."

"They stole from me. A lot of money, over two million. If I didn't make an example of them, people would think I'm weak. I can't be seen as weak," RM said.

"I can put you away just for admitting this to me," I said.

"The case has already been ruled a murder-suicide," RM said in a relaxed tone. "Leave it at that."

"Why are you here, RM. Really?" I asked.

RM looked down at me, moving his arm from the back of the sofa to around my shoulders.

"I like you, Ana. I want to be able to spend time with you, whenever I can," RM said.

"Why? Why me?"

"Whenever I'm around you, I can forget that I'm RM. I just feel like a normal man, not a mafia boss."

"But that's who you are, RM, Boss of Bangtan. And that doesn't change when your with me. I barely tolerate you, what makes you think I willingly want to spend time with you?"

"Because I know you're lying, Ana. I know you feel something about me that's not dislike. And I'll be spending time with you until you admit it to yourself."

As he talked, I felt him begin to gently stroke my hip. My eyes shifted from his to the file as he spoke. Once he was finished I quickly reached over to grab the file, but instead RM pushed me onto my back. He moved to straddle me and held my shoulders against the cushion below me. I stared up at him as he gazed down at me with a smirk on his face.

"RM, come on! I'm just trying to grab the file!"

"Fine, but you have to do one thing in return."

"What?"

RM leaned down next to my ear and whispered in a deep, sexy voice, "Kiss me."

Shivers ran through my body. RM chuckled when he felt me shiver against his body. He stayed leaning down next to my ear. Why does he have to be so attractive? From his face, to his body, to his voice, hell, even his smell was attractive. I can't think straight when he's around me, especially like this.

I moved my hips to try to throw him off. I tried tpull myself from under him. I just needed him to get off me so I could think straight. He only laughed as I failed to get away from his hold.

"You done trying?" RM mused into my ear. "It's just one little kiss."

"Fine," I snapped. RM leaned back to look me in the eyes. He smirked at me, thinking he won. But no, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. I leaned up and kissed his cheek. "You never said where."

"Sneaky, Little Detective."

"Now let me up, and let me grab the file, RM."

RM sat up and helped me up. I reached for the file and put it in the pile with the others. I pushed my hair behind my ears and straightened all the files.

"Namjoon."

"What?" I asked, turning to him.

"My real name. It's Namjoon. You can call me that whenever we're alone."

I turned to look at him. He looked at me with sincere smile. It felt nice knowing that when he was around me, he didn't want to be the mafia boss. He really just wanted to be normal with me.