Okay... I've already decided that I shouldn't be doing another story, but too damn bad, because I am. This was originally a couple of oneshots, but I complied them all together and thus, made the story. Plus I have an obsession with Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. Please, don't judge me. ):

I've also been toying around with an idea like this for quite some time. It was first going to be an abuse story, but that was made into my Mortal Instruments story, 'She Is The Sunlight'. Instead, it turned into ... this. Okay, yeah, I need to stop watching police procedure shows... but I can't help myself. Really.

And in case you haven't picked up on it, this is an all human story, set in New York City. (;

Dimitri is about thirty-five/six, Rose, Christian, Sydney and Lissa are about twenty-eight, Adrian is about thirty-one and Jill is about twenty-six. Give or take ... that's just the general sense.

Christ. I really don't know what to say, to be honest. It's kind of pretty self explanatory, I think so. (:

Disclaimer: I, Ashleigh, swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. The truth? I don't own the characters in Vampire Academy. The sexy ass Richelle Mead owns those clever bitches. I don't own any and all song lyrics potentially mentioned in this story. I do, however, own any and all OCs mentioned in this story, plus your soul. Oh, and perhaps Adrian. Don't worry about the screaming coming from my closet. There's nothing there... No copyright infringement is intended. All rights reserved. ©;

How to Love
she lives in a daydream.

"Copy that. I'm in the dressing room, so don't try to find me – not like they'll let you pass anyways. Don't fret, boss. There are five of them: Rose, Camille, Sydney, Meredith and Avery. Personally, I think you'll be drawn to Rose. Actually, I know that you'll be drawn to Rose." There was a snicker on the other line and I rolled my eyes. Obviously, my partner was seeing things that I couldn't. "One of them – I don't know who – is coming on next, so stop pretending to drink and get yourself a lap dance. You could really use some."

I snorted as I nursed the drink my hand, not really drinking it. I was on the job; I couldn't drink, because drinking impaired my judgment. And, well, this wasn't the type of alcohol that I preferred. "Yes, because you're the one to talk. Or have you been getting it on with your regular?"

My partner scoffed on the other end of the ear piece. "I don't like to mix business with pleasure, but it's a damn shame that he's business right now. Regardl- oh, shit, I gotta go. Text me the dets later!" Her line disconnected from my ear piece, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes as I popped it out of my ear and tucked it into my jeans pocket. Eventually, I sighed.

Most of the time, I loved my job. I enjoyed the people I worked with, especially Jill, who I treated like my younger sister. I enjoyed the nature of my job, as well – that feeling that I would get when I helped someone or the adrenaline from chasing down a criminal … Hell, most of the time, I enjoyed working undercover … But it was undercover jobs like this that made my skin crawl.

Having worked in special victims for five years, I knew that most strippers – and prostitutes – had a reason as to why they did the things that they did. Most of the time it was issues from a family, and sometimes, in the case of strippers, it was an easy way to make money when they were low on cash. Every single stripper and prostitute I had come across had some type of issue, and deserved treatment for those issues. Therapy really did work wonders.

The sound of upbeat music was enough to bring me out of my thoughts. I didn't recognize the tune, but I knew that it was something overplayed on the radio, given the way that most were reacting. Maybe I should start paying attention to the mainstream music; it'd make going undercover easier. I unraveled my hands from my drink and leaned back in my chair, scanning the whole room.

Nothing was out of the ordinary, expect for the painfully obvious underage men in the room. They weren't my concern right now, the girls were. I ran my fingers through my hair as the curtains were ripped open, revealing a woman with a very curvy figure. The lights were dim, so it was hard to see what she looked like right away. I squinted to see what she looked like under the lights, as she had now come into full view.

And I really wish I hadn't seen her.

She was gorgeous, and even that, that wasn't enough to properly describe the beautiful women on the stage. She had slender legs that went on for miles, only paired with six inch heels that made them look even longer. Her figure was toned to perfection and her breasts were just the right size; not too big, but not too small, either. Her facial structure indicated some European background, and I couldn't tell if her eyes were brown or not in the light. Hell, it wasn't even her body – which was great – that really sparked my interest; it was her hair. It was beautiful, long, curled to perfection, sleek and shiny and such a dark brown it might as well have been back. Really, her hair was the most stunning thing about her.

And her outfit. Oh dear God, that outfit.

It was a police uniform. I tugged at my shirt collar as I soaked in the uniform she was wearing. Part of it was a black skirt that barely covered her ass, which had a small belt. On the belt loop, there was a pair of obviously fake handcuffs, and on another loop, there was a small radio that connected up to her top. My eyes trailed up from the skirt, looking at her slender stomach, up to the top. I think I was at when I looked at the top that I truly lost it. It was a light blue and only an inch of it was zipped up, showing the whole world her very firm breasts.

It was impossible to see straight.

I clenched the armrest of my chair, biting my tongue. It was painfully obvious that this girl was Rose, the one Jill had mentioned I would be drawn too. Well, no shit I would be – Jill knew I had a thing for a girl in a police uniform and she was really taking the cake. God dammit, Jill.

I watched her as she danced to the music, mesmerized by her moves. The things she did with that pole … well, I didn't even know a girl could move her body like that. It was easily the most sexual thing I had seen in my life, and I had my fair share of sexual experiences in my time. But it all ended too quickly; the song ended, she got off the stage and made her way through the crowd. I recognized the look in her eyes; she was looking for her next 'victim'.

Our eyes locked for a brief moment and a devilish smile toyed on her lips. Good, I had completely captivated her interest – that was the goal. She moved forward through the small crowd of people and finally approached me. I leaned back in my chair and pretended to take a sip of my drink.

"Wanna dance, sugar?"

Did I ever. But I couldn't sound like an overexcited school boy – I still had to be somewhat professional about this. Why did Alberta trust me with this case again? Oh, that's right, because I'm the mother fucking champion of keeping my emotions together … Right. I nodded my head as the smile on her face grew wider, revealing her pearly whites. Christ, even her teeth were perfect. Why did she have to be a prostitute?

That was when she started dancing; it was somewhat similar to what she had done with the pole, expect for it didn't appear to be as complicated and, well, there was no pole. After a few moments, she moved over to the point where she was practically straddling me. She placed her hands on my shoulders for support and I was more than willing to let her touch me, even if I shouldn't have been.

"What's your name?"

It took me a moment to process her question; I was so focused on the way she moved her body. I blinked a couple of times and tried to clear my mind before I answered. I was on the verge of giving her my real name, but I couldn't; giving my real name was a bad idea.

"Alexander," I finally said.

"Well, Alexander, it's nice to meet you. I'm Rose," she replied with a husky tone, but I already knew her name. Putting two and two together had been easy for me, thanks to Jill. We lapsed into silence as she continued her dancing against my lap.

It was increasingly getting harder to breathe. Every time Rose moved her hips against my lap, I fought the urge to wince. I had been given lap dances before – what sane guy hadn't? – but they were nothing compared to this. Rose was unbelievably beautiful, yes, but there was something more. Something more that I couldn't explain, really. Every time I looked at her, I felt the urge to know more; like I wanted to be the one she shared all of her deepest, darkest, secrets too.

Case. Case. Case. This is a case, you dumbass, I repeated those words in my head over and over as Rose continued to grind her hips against my lap, which only fueled my erection. On a normal day, it took quite a bit for me to become aroused – but Jesus Christ, there was just something about this girl that captivated me. I had known her for all of five minutes, had barely spoken a word to her, and yet … I bit the inside of my lip, not thinking the rest of that thought.

"You know her?" Her voice sounded like an angel singing, but it was enough to bring me out of my thoughts. I raised an eyebrow, a confused look forming on my face. She rolled her eyes and pointed with her thumb over four seats down. "Her. She keeps looking over at you."

My eyes trailed to the person she was talking about, and I almost smirked. Yes, I did know the female that Rose was pointing at. As a matter of fact, that girl was named Jill and she was my partner on the force. Little did Rose know that the young brunette was actually an undercover detective working on busting the prostitution ring. But it wasn't the fact that I knew Jill – or as everyone knew her here, Jailbait; no, it was the fact that she was completely entertaining this young and unsuspecting man – a man I happened to know very well -, who was completely entranced by her moves.

"Nope," I replied, popping the 'p'.

"Huh," she mused. She looked like she was going to say something, but instead closed her mouth, letting her body respond to the music in the most sensual way I had ever seen. "Guess she just likes your looks; can't say I blame her. You're pretty sexy," she leaned next to the side of my face, breathing on my neck. "What's your accent? German? Russian?"

I chuckled, but it was strained. "Russian." This perked her interest, which was a usual reaction I got from most women when I told them that I was from Russia – actually, it seemed to work for all Europeans when they told an American girl as to where they were from. Her hips rocked against my body and I was seriously on the verge of snapping right then and there.

A smirk played on her lips as she leaned in closer, brushing her lips against mine. "You wanna go somewhere after this? I get off in five," she breathed as our eyes locked.

Oh, did I want to go somewhere. The things I would do to her beyond closed doors … her naked body pressed up against mine, her tits bouncing up and down as she rode me so hard … I cleared my throat. "Sounds great to me, darling. You got a place? I'm all the way out in Brooklyn." I actually lived in Manhattan, but the Brooklyn story was part of my cover. Plus, she was the one who had to lead me there – I couldn't exactly initiate some of it, because then I would be the one breaking the law.

She stopped the swaying her hips. "Yeah. There's a real nice hotel about two places down. I've also just so happen to have a room key for the night," she purred and I fought the urge to smirk again. I knew she was lying; if she was part of the ring, she would have easy access to the room. She placed a hand on my chest. "I'll meet you there in fifteen, sugar. Room 323." Rose removed her body from my lap and I mentally sighed in relief.

It was like a whole weight had been lifted off my shoulders, but the ache in my chest was starting to form. She winked at me as she walked off, her hips swaying in the high heels. Her ass look so damn perfect in that short skirt and the high heels added to it... Case, you idiot. Case, case, case! God dammit! This is a case!

It was only my partner's words that snapped me out of my train of thought. She was calling me over to the other side of the bar, where nobody was. I made my way over there and chuckled. "Nice outfit."

Well, it was interesting, to say in the least. She was dressed as school girl, which was supposed to be a 'kick', given her nickname at the bar. Her green eyes glared at me and I sobered up. "Shut up." Her eyes darted around, looking for anyone who would be in earshot. Once she deemed that we were safe, she spoke again. "I just got off… I take it you're heading over to the hotel right now?" I nodded. "Excellent. I already called in Castile; he's stationed in the lounge in the hotel … Not that I expect anything to go astray, but you never really know. Don't get too distracted, partner." She winked as she turned on her heels and I chuckled again.

Jill was a little firecracker in that outfit, and it was hilarious. Adrian – who swore he had never met her – had already dubbed her a 'feisty little firecracker'. Little did Adrian know that he had actually met my partner, on more than one occasion; the man was so oblivious. Jill ducked into what I presumed to be the changing room and I took that as my queue to leave.

I shoved my hands in my pockets as I stepped out of the bar, only to be assaulted by the snow. A smile formed on my lips; I loved snow, although I could have done without the wind. We were supposed to be getting a blizzard tonight, and I believed that as I looked at the clouds. They looked like they were ready to bring hell. Maybe, if I was lucky, I wouldn't have to go to work because we would be snowed in.

I snorted at the thought of that; just because there was a blizzard didn't mean I would get a day off. The only time that happened was when the blizzard was terrible. Then again, it might. I contemplated the possibilities as I walked forward to the hotel; this was calming my nerves.

Why the hell was I so nervous?

The connection I had felt towards Rose was unexplainable and I felt the urge to punch something as I thought about having to arrest her. But what the hell was I going to say to Alberta? Oh, well, I kind of like this girl, so I'm not going to arrest her? I couldn't do that; by getting Rose, we could bring down the whole ring. Everyone would be livid pissed at me if I lost this case because of her.

I walked through the door and raised an eyebrow. It wasn't terribly dingy, but it wasn't high class, either. I wasn't exactly expecting something in between – prostitutes usually brought someone to the dingiest motel or the most high class hotel, depending on how much they made. I personally believed Rose made a bit more than the hotel called for, but I didn't know for sure. I caught a brief glance of Eddie, but didn't acknowledge him.

Five minutes later, I checked my watch and decided it was the right time to head up. With a heavy sigh and twinge of regret in my heart, I took the elevator to the third floor. My heart was racing as the elevator went up and stopped. The doors open and I could feel my hands shaking. Dammit, if this had been any other girl … Did it really have to be Rose? And more importantly, why the hell was I thinking this?

I did my best to clear my thoughts as I found the room. It was perfectly situated in the middle of the hallway, which I took into consideration – her escape options were small, which meant that she was trusting. Well, looks like that's about to go down the drain… I knocked on the door and only waited a few moments before she answered.

Oh Jesus Christ.

"I'm glad you kept that outfit on," I stated, and it wasn't a lie. But it was going to make it so much harder. She giggled as she grabbed my hand and pulled me through the door before shutting it behind us. I stared at my hand in disbelief; it was like a shock had gone through my hand as soon as we touched.

"I'm glad you like it, sug." She twirled with her hair, which was only adding to her sex appeal. Her other hand found my chest, and she traced light circles in it. "It's gonna be 400 for the night, babe."

That was a bit pricier than I expected, but it didn't matter, because I wasn't actually going to be paying for it. "I've got the money," I grabbed a hand and placed it around her waist, pulling her closer to me. I ran a hand through her hair and realized that this was a lot easier said than done. "What do you do, sweetheart?"

Her eyes were full of lust as she pushed me down to the bed. "I do everything, sug, and I mean everything," she breathed into my ear before her lips crashed down on mine.

Her lips were just as soft as I imagined and her touch had me practically withering. She was taking control, and for once, it was a turn on. Rose was straddling me as we continued to kiss. I kissed her back with just as much fury and passion as hers held in mine. My hands found their way into her hair and she fiddled with edge of my shirt. It was only when my hands played with waist line did she flinch away.

"I'll be right back, babe," she said as she rolled off me, and I groaned. Why was she leaving? Suddenly, I was thankful for her decision to go to the bathroom; it allowed my mind to clear from the haze that had settled in. I reached into my coat pocket (which I was somehow still wearing) and pulled out my detective badge. It was small and I could easily clasp it in my hand. My fingers grasped around it tightly as I heard the bathroom door open.

Rose wasted no time getting back to where we had left off. She sat down on my lap and started to roll her hips against my crotch and I hissed. She smiled as she continued her rocking motion back and forth and Jesus Christ did it feel good. I cut the distance between us as she went on with the rocking of her hips against my groin. Her lips tasted funny, but I ignored it. It was probably just her lipgloss, anyways.

When we kissed, a fog settled over my mind. I was losing all sense of myself and I needed to get the damn badge out of my hand. Once again, I was thankful that she pulled her lips away from mine, but only to move down to my chest. She continued working her way up and I took this as my window of opportunity; if I didn't do it now, there was no going back.

"How about," I breathed as her teeth grazed my shoulder before moving to my neck. Yeah, I was going to have a serious hickey tomorrow. "How about we go to the shower?"

Rose nipped at my neck before she responded, her gorgeous eyes locking with mine. "What are you? One of those kinky guys?" She scooted closer to me, very well aware of the friction that she was causing. A devious smile played on her lips.

"No," I responded. I unraveled my hand, revealing my badge. "I'm one of these."

Her eyes widened.

"Fuck."

And so it begins ... Dimitri, you've put yourself in a very, very bad spot.