Summary: What if Chelsea true path was to become a cop instead of an environmental biologist. When a young fashion designer named Raven Baxter's home is broken into, the San Francisco Police Department gets involved. Detective Chelsea Daniels is assigned to the case and soon discovers that there is more to the seemingly self-involved woman than it appears.

Notes: This story takes place in an alternate universe (AU) where Raven and Chelsea have never met before. The plot for this is very loosely based on the episode The Lying Game where their teacher, Mr. Grazowski, got the results of the aptitude tests wrong and Chelsea was best suited to be a police woman.

Chapter 1

"For the hundredth time, I didn't see his face. I came home, went upstairs to take a bath and I heard something downstairs. I came to see what it was and the window in the living room was partially open and no I did not open the window and just forget to close it."

Detective Eddie Thomas of the San Francisco Police Department sighed as he jotted a few notes and tried to keep his cool. Raven Baxter was turning out to be a handful just like all of the other spoiled celebrities they had to deal with. He had read about her a few times in different gossip magazines and based on meeting her, he would guess the not so flattering stories were probably true.

"Did you see him at all?" Eddie asked.

"No," Raven said flatly.

Their attention went to the front door as someone else entered.

Detective Chelsea Daniels looked around as she entered the large home. She stepped into the living room and there was a couch, a coffee table and some bookshelves adorning the well designed space. As she looked to her right, her eyes traveled passed a staircase and into an open dining room where her partner was interviewing who she assumed was the homeowner.

"I got here as quickly as I could. What's up?" she asked as she joined them.

Eddie gave a sigh of relief as he looked at his partner. She was much more patient when it came to dealing with high profile civilians.

"Ms. Baxter, this is my partner Detective Daniels. Detective, Ms. Baxter," Eddie introduced.

"Call me Raven," the dark haired woman instructed as she studied the detective. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail with long bangs falling to the side of her face. She was dressed in tailored black pants, a white oxford shirt with a green sweater pulled over it and a simple pair of low heeled, black boots. Her weapon rested in its holster on her right hip and her shiny badge was clipped to the waistband of her pants on her left.

"I was just telling Ms. Baxter that there isn't much we can do if she didn't see the guy," Eddie said.

Chelsea saw Raven squint her eyes at Eddie and wondered if he purposely chose not to use her first name just to irritate her. She knew her partner had no patience for celebrities and he hated the fact that their superiors had instructed to give them a bit more attention.

She listened as Eddie continued with his interview and took a look around the open window where two other uniformed officers were. The name Raven Baxter sounded very familiar, but she couldn't place it.

"Is there anyone else that stays in the house with you or has access?" Eddie asked.

"I live alone and only the housekeeper has a key. I already told the other guy all of this," Raven said, referring to one of the uniformed officers. It was clear she was losing her patience.

"Listen, Eddie, why don't you check in with the other officers and I'll take over," Chelsea offered before things got out of hand. He gladly did so and Chelsea turned her attention to Raven.

The designer had on a silky black bathrobe and her dark curls were swept up into a messy bun, indicating that she was indeed preparing for a bath. She pulled the robe closer to her neck and it was clear that she was uncomfortable.

"Ms. Baxter…"

"Raven," the designer insisted as she looked at the detective, her voice soft.

"Raven," Chelsea said, correcting herself. "Is there anyone else you can stay with tonight?"

Raven sighed and made her way into the kitchen. Chelsea followed. The last thing she wanted was to be afraid to stay in her own home. Pulling open the fridge, she grabbed a bottle of water and offered one to the detective who declined.

"I guess I could stay in a hotel," she said finally.

"Well, if you'd like to get dressed and pack a few things, I'd be happy to drive you," Chelsea offered.

"Detective Daniels, could you come take a look at this please."

Chelsea excused herself and made her way into the living room. "What is it?"

"Looks like some fibers and a few fingerprints. We'll get it checked out and hopefully someone will pop up in the system," Eddie explained. "It's probably just a random burglary. I'd suggest Ms. Baxter get a security system…or maybe even a dog," Eddie joked quietly.

"Listen, why don't you guys take off and I'll finish up here. I'm going to make sure she gets to a hotel for tonight," Chelsea explained.

"Good luck. Maybe I can get back home before Chantel falls asleep," Eddie said, referring to his fiancé.

"Tell her I said hi," Chelsea said as Eddie left. He and Chantel had dated on and off for years before they finally decided to get married and Chelsea had been there for all of the ups and downs. It was like a roller coaster with those two.

After everyone left, Chelsea secured the window and waited downstairs while Raven packed a quick bag. She looked around the beautifully decorated home and wondered how much a place like this cost. Surely, it was nothing her salary would ever be able to afford.

Her eyes wandered to what looked like several awards adorning the bookshelves and on the wall were a few framed magazine covers. As she got closer and read them, it suddenly occurred to her who Raven Baxter was and she quickly twisted around to see if she could find the tag in the back of her pants.

"It's in the front."

Chelsea whipped around at the sound of Raven's voice. "Excuse me?" she said as she watched Raven descend the rest of the stairs. She had changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and her dark hair fell around her shoulders. She was beautiful.

"I assume you've realized who I am and you're looking for my label on your pants. It's in the front by your badge. I figured I'd be bold and put it in a different spot," Raven joked. She continued to watch as the detective checked for the tag again and smiled when a soft blush came to her cheeks. Raven thought she was cute.

"Sorry," Chelsea said, feeling silly. The tag was indeed sewn to the waistband and it read Raven Baxter in bold, pink stitching.

Raven waved her off. "Please, don't be. It's refreshing when someone doesn't know who I am. The fortune is great, but the fame…not so much."

"Are you ready?" Chelsea asked. Raven nodded and they made their way to the front door.

Raven ended up driving her own vehicle and Chelsea followed her to the hotel in order to make sure she arrived safely. They stood at the front desk while the clerk checked her in and Chelsea looked around the mostly deserted hotel lobby.

"You never told me your first name?" Raven said as she studied the detective.

Chelsea turned to face her and decided that she could easily get lost in the designer's striking hazel eyes. "It's Chelsea."

Raven smiled. "Pretty name." The clerk finally handed her the key card and they made their way up to the room.

Chelsea hoped she wasn't blushing again. She wasn't sure why she was having this reaction to the designer, but she was starting to feel foolish.

"So," Raven began as they rode the elevator to her floor, "does everyone get this sort of an escort or am I special?" she joked.

"I just like to be thorough," Chelsea said, omitting the fact that Raven was getting special treatment. It wasn't exactly something the SFPD announced.

Noticing that Raven hadn't responded, Chelsea looked over to see that the designer seemed to be staring into space, her eyes fixed on the closed elevator doors. "Ms. Baxter…Raven," Chelsea called as she waved a hand in front of the woman's face.

Raven took a deep breath and quickly looked at the detective who was staring at her concerned. "Sorry," she said with a nervous smile, "I must've been daydreaming."

Chelsea wasn't convinced, but decided not to question it. The elevator doors opened then and they proceeded down the hall to Raven's room.

"So, do you think it was just a robbery attempt?" Raven asked.

All night, the designer was sure of herself and in control, but suddenly she seemed nervous. Chelsea chalked it up to fear from the nights events catching up with her. "Most likely. I think you must've scared them off before they had a chance to take anything. I would recommend you get an alarm installed immediately," Chelsea said, surprised that she didn't have one already. Most people thought rich neighborhoods were the safest, but they were often prime targets for thieves looking to score big.

"But what if they try again? What if it wasn't just a robbery?" Raven asked.

Chelsea looked at her suspiciously. "Raven, if you know something about what happened, now is the time to tell me," the detective said.

Raven shook her head and proceeded to open the door to her room. "If I knew something, I'd tell you," she said defensively. "Look, thanks for the escort. I'm sure I'll be fine now." Barely looking at the detective, she quickly entered the room.

"Wait," Chelsea said as she put a hand up to stop the door from closing. Not sure why she cared so much, she didn't want them to part ways on a bad note. She dug through her pocket and pulled out a card. "If you need to call me for anything, you can reach me directly at this number."

Raven's face softened as she accepted the card. "Thank you, detective. Goodnight," she said kindly.

Chelsea stood outside until she heard the lock activate before making her way back down to the lobby.

"So, how was it last night?" Eddie asked his partner as he strolled into the precinct the next morning with two cups of coffee. He sat one down on Chelsea's desk and took a seat at his own, which was opposite hers.

Chelsea thanked him and took a sip of the steaming brew. "It was fine. She's actually not that bad."

Eddie huffed. "Well, you should have seen her before you showed up last night. People like her seem to forget that we're on her side."

"She was probably just scared," Chelsea said.

"Whatever," Eddie said, rolling his eyes. "What I can't believe is that someone with all that money doesn't have a security alarm."

Chelsea chose not to respond, knowing her partner's disdain for celebrities. She, on the other hand, had wondered about Raven Baxter all night, unable to get those hazel eyes out of her mind. She would have to find a way though. While she didn't share her partner's contempt for the rich and famous, she knew what a handful they could be and she certainly didn't want that kind of attention in her life.

Pushing the issue from her mind, Chelsea focused on her computer screen and got to work.