Zacky stirred in the bed, opened his eyes, looked at the time. 7:34am. He glanced over at the sleeping female next to him. Detective Annaleise Ramirez had been seeing Zacky for the past 3 weeks. Both of them were unable to deny their attraction to each other after the hospital, so Ramirez called him and wanted to meet him under the pretense of "taking a statement". One thing led to another, and pretty soon they were migrating to each other's houses. Ramirez thought Zacky was the perfect gentleman. She was attracted to his boyish good looks, his strong constitution... how he had held it together after Val's murder, tried to be everyone's rock. In regards to this, Zacky was slightly worried about Matt and Syn. He hadn't seen them since that day in the hospital. He had called numerous times, left them messages wanting to catch up and see how they were, but they didn't seem overly interested in seeing him. Johnny had been around with Madeleine a bunch of times, as had Joey, who for some reason always had Michelle accompanying him. Strangely, none of them had much to report apart from Matt's fits of terror and Syn just about drinking himself to death every night. Zacky found it interesting and disturbing that Michelle couldn't get a word out of Syn these days.

Zacky reflected on Ramirez to cheer himself up. She was simply the most beautiful woman he had ever had the pleasure of dating; she kept herself fit and healthy with regular workouts, and could have been Miss Teen USA, even though she was 29. Just then, Ramirez started waking up. She smiled at her man watching her intently. "Morning sweetheart" she whispered, drawing Zacky into an embrace. Zacky tongue kissed her and lay back in bed, thinking that they might go for an early breakfast. Ramirez, however, had other ideas. Draping one leg over Zacky's waist, her long black hair cascading all around her and Zacky, she fixed him with her intense green eyes and whispered, "you have to give me your morning present, I'm hungry". Zacky smirked as he started fingering her and squeezing her perfect ass, as Ramirez undid his jeans, reaching for a condom...

9:30 am saw Zacky and Ramirez sitting on a couch drinking latte's that Zacky had made. Ramirez was quite simply out of breath. And in need of a shower. The amount of times Zacky had made her come left her sticky all over. Zacky snickered at her, as if he knew what she was thinking, "You think you smell like come? At least you had a shower last night afterwards. I didn't" "Oh my god you dirty boy!" she smiled as she started playfully tickling him and berating him- "BREAKING NEWS!" shouted the TV. Both Zacky and Ramirez stopped what they were doing as they suddenly had all of their attention on the newsreader- "We warn you that the following images are highly graphic in nature. Parents are advised to lead their children away from the room". The next thing the TV may as well have been showing a re-run of The War in Iraq. Zacky and Ramirez stared, horrified, at the devastation before them on the screen. Burning building, rubble, and horribly mutilated, tangled bodies (or were they now just body parts?) being transported onto stretchers. Grim-faced SWAT officers and US National Guard personnel were seen wandering amongst firemen and paramedics, assault rifles at the ready. FBI agents were present as well, all in body armour. Screaming civilians were either being treated by paramedics or spoken to by police officers. Zacky noted a particular group of soldiers that looked unlike everyone else there, leaning in for a closer look at their patches. "Delta Force?" he wondered aloud. He watched the soldiers lift what looked like a twisted metal heap and transport it onto a clear tarp. Zacky knew instantly that these guys must be Spec Ops explosive technicians. From beside him, Ramirez whispered, "who? who could have done this?"

Notes

Sorry guys, I just HAD to add a romantic element.