CH. 43 Closure

CH. 43  Closure

(Rosemary POV)

We were working in the morgue; I was going in and out of my lab, making sure that the DNA matched for the women that were found in the system.

It's been three days that my team, Jamison, and I have been working nonstop. We were all working hard to get through as many bodies as we could.

There was no rush, that's why I had everyone in my team on deck.

Every single detail will be recorded; every single evidence on each victim will be registered. Nothing will be missed at all what so ever. Each time a team member finished a victim's dead body, I would have them call me over so I could check to see the work they've done, asked them questions, and make sure everything is covered.

Every single inch will and has been covered on each victim.

I didn't get the title that I have today from nothing.

I worked hard for my title, and I made sure that the people who came to learn from me work hard as they continue learning from me.

I don't teach people things I wouldn't want to learn myself.

Jamison has been working with me closely; after all, he is my assistant who just happens to be my boyfriend.

My very first boyfriend.

I like the fact that when it came down to it, Jamison focused on the work we were doing. He was doing a fantastic job at helping me perform each autopsy, and I wanted to discuss with him later about actually going to school for this.

While he was helping me, I saw this was something that he wanted to do.

The focus he had, it was like he saw what I saw.

I had another person who understood the reason I did what I did.

I was happy; wait, did I just say I was happy?

"She was our last one," Jamison said as we finished.

I nodded my head.

"Yes, she was, she's been identified as well," I said, marking her name on the tag.

"The families will come to start identifying them tomorrow," Jamison said, his tone was a sad one compared to my emotionless one.

I was okay with that because the truth was. This was very sad, just because my tone sounded emotionless doesn't mean I was.

Jamison was someone who showed my emotions for him and me.

"I'm glad we made them look-" Jamison started to say, he looked like he was trying to figure out what he was trying to say in his sentence.

"Like they're sleeping, compared to how they looked before," I said.

He nodded his head, looking at me.

"Yes, they look peaceful." He said.

"You're right, they do. Their families need to see them this way." I said.

"Even though they didn't die peacefully, their families sending them off needs to see them in a peaceful image," I said, and Jamison nodded his head.

"Let's put her in the cube," I said.

We place her in the freezer cube, and closed the door.

"Your team is amazing," Jamison said.

I gave him a soft smile.

"Thank you; I'm glad you all have started communicating with each other today. As it was going to happen somehow and needed to happen, they're good people, and I choose my team wisely." I said.

I headed towards the lab, and he followed me.

"Did you give the same treatment you gave me?" He asked me.

I turned around to face him, he was so close to me, and I took a step back, only for him to take a step forward.

"What's wrong, Bambi?" He asked me.

He had a soft smile on his face.

"Why do you call me Bambi?" I asked him curiously.

His smile widened.

"You remind me of the deer Bambi," He said.

"The what? What deer?" I asked, confused.

His eyes widened.

"You had no idea who Bambi was this whole time?" He asked me.

"No," I said, shaking my head.

"We have so much to watch. So much to watch beautiful, I'm going to get you addicted." He said.

"You already have," I said softly.

"What was that?" He asked, putting a finger under my chin and raising my head, so I looked at him.

"You're addicted to me?" He asked me.

"Yes." I found myself saying.

Why was my heart beating against my chest?

Why did he make me feel this way?

This was all new to me.

"I'm addicted to you, more than you could ever know." He said.

"Do you want a kiss?" He asked me.

I raised a brow.

Why was he asking me things like this?

He had a soft smile on his face, I wanted to roll my eyes, but I found myself not even doing that; instead, I was nodding my head.

"Be vocal with me, baby; I like you being vocal." He said as he came closer to me.

"Yes, I want a kiss," I said to him, my voice was very low, but I felt his lips slam on mine instantly.

Jamison's hands were suddenly around my body.

I felt his hands make their ways to my butt, and I let out a small squeal when I felt Jamison squeeze my butt.

The squeal caused my mouth to open slightly, and Jamison's tongue was in my mouth, twirling with mine.

I ran my finger through his hair, and he let out a low moaning sound.

My ears perked out to that.

It sounded nice; I wanted to hear it again for some reason.

I pulled his hair lightly, and another moan came out.

I pulled away.

I felt my body getting hot, and the way Jamison was looking at me felt like he was going devour me.

The heat in his eyes intrigued me and made me nervous.

I don't even know how to handle that.

"We should go home," I said.

He nodded his head, clearing his throat.

"Okay." He said, he walked to pick up his stuff.

We left and made it home; everyone else was asleep when we got back home, so we both made our way to up the stairs.

"Good night Bambi," Jamison said.

"Good night," I said, turning to face him.

He kissed my forehead and walked into his room.

I headed towards mine, my heart still beating against my chest.

I went into my room and entered my bathroom, getting ready for the night.

I decided I would take a shower. I took off my clothes and noticed that my underwear was damp.

I stared at it in confusion.

"So, this is what happens when my body gets hot like that?" I said, letting out a sigh.

I stared at myself in the mirror.

I bit my lip and wondered what this all meant; I wasn't knowledgeable in this department.

I mean, I didn't know what to do precisely.

None of this ever interested me.

I'll search the internet when I'm done with my shower.

I entered my shower to let the hot water run over me; maybe the internet would let me know why my body was reacting this way.

Then again, the internet is a scary place.

(*Kassandra Speaks*)

Oh dear, Rosemary is going to look up things on the internet, poor thing. I can't wait to see what she looks up to.

Rosemary has never felt this way before, so this is all new to her, Jamison is making her feel many things.

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