Sarah...

October 2020... Chicago...

"You should have taken our help when we offered." I started.
"I'll call for an ambulance." Paul said. 
"Not yet." I cut in. "If he tried to run, then he might have seen the shooter and maybe he could finally help us ID him."
"Lady, I'll tell you anything. Just get me to the hospital." He managed to yell.
"Good. You can talk. Let's begin." I added. Just before we could start, Paul pulled me to the side.
"What are you doing? He's bleeding out. We should get him to the hospital first and then question him later." He said.
"Are you going to trust that a drug dealer would honour his word and talk to the police after we've helped him? Or do you want to take the chance of him being killed in the hospital like what happened before? This way, we have him to ourselves and we have leverage on him." I say, trying to prove my point, and he reluctantly agrees.
"Sorry about the wait, we were deliberating on helping you after you rejected our help before. The state department isn't one to offer help to people who don't need it. We leave such work to their guardian angels. Now, I don't care what goes on here; that's not what I'm here for. I just want you to describe the guy who shot you on my recording device. The sooner you do that, the sooner we call you an ambulance, so if I were you, I would muster all my energy and speak as quickly as possible. You don't have a lot of time to waste," I said.
He turned to Paul as if to plead his case: "Are you going to let her do that? You're a cop. You're supposed to save lives. This is torture."
"Don't look at him. If you remember correctly, you rejected our help. We're breaking a few laws just by being in here without a warrant, so I suggest you start talking." I said as a smile creeped up my face. And after much strain, he starts the description as I record.
After a while of recording, which he didn't finish because he went into shock, so we had to call an ambulance anyway. By the time the ambulance came, they said he had already lost too much blood and saving him would be impossible, so I left them with a sense of accomplishment as I had gotten most of what I came for. I forwarded the voice recording to our sketch artist so he could try to render an image so we could finally get an idea of what he looked like.
Just as I did that, I noticed Paul walking towards me with a worrying look on his face. So I ask
"What's your problem? Why do you look so sour?"
"What happened to you?" He began; "You just let a man almost bleed to death just so you could get information. And you did it with a smile on your face. Your obsession with this case has changed you completely. You ignore protocol, you break rules and now you might have just let a man die all in your bid to solve this case. It's like you're doing it to prove that you could be better than the men in the department. Time and time again, I've had to cover for you in regards to your outbursts, your ego and/or your stubbornness to do anything anyone's way but yours. You weren't like that when I first asked to be your partner," he said, and then stormed off. 
Was he right? Was I becoming someone else just to catch this guy? The thought of it brought fear and dread to my heart as I started to think about how much I had changed. 

..... What have I become?........

Later that day......

After the talk I had with Paul, I found myself not being able to face him, so I just went to the only place I felt safe, as I didn't want to be in my apartment alone. Thankfully, I raided his fridge and saw that he had wine. That should take the guilt and thoughts away temporarily. So I took a glass, turned up the music and tried to rejoice in the fact that I finally got a lead that should get me closer to closing the case once and for all, so I could get back to myself.
After a while of dancing with myself, Matt came in and the look on his face when he saw me dancing really got me excited because I knew he had never seen this side of me before, so I just tried to put it all on him because I was sure it would take a while before he would get to see me in this mood. Quite frankly, it will be a while before I see myself in this mood. This part of me is one I'm even surprised I have. The more I danced, the more I could tell he was getting aroused. It was so obvious, I could see it on his face, the way he shifted up and down the couch, trying to make his erection less visible. Strangely enough, the thought that I had this great an effect on him filled me with some sense of confidence that made me dance even more while maintaining eye contact just to let him know that I knew what I was doing to him and I wanted to keep doing it.
After a while, I got tired of watching him suffer, coupled with the fact that looking at him struggle turned me on probably more than he was turned on. I got on the sofa with him and we had a kind of sex that I can only describe as appropriate for the kind of day I had - hard and at the same time sensual. It felt like he knew I needed it or he went through the same kind of day I had. 
After the mind-blowing sex, we went to bed and slept off almost instantly, only for me to be woken up about an hour later. It was the sketch artist sending me the result of his sketch plus an accompanying message that the drug dealer died in the ambulance from severe blood loss. I had a mini-guilt session, but I was too excited to finally put a face to the person who has been haunting my days for so long. As soon as I opened the message, my heart nearly stopped, my head felt like it was on fire, my chest tensed up like it had a ton of weight dropped on it. It can't be!