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Tim looked into Cat's crystal eyes, his hands roved over her soft furred body. She murred in his ear, her paws holding him to her, the pads and clawtip novel on his skin. Her whole body felt like silk on his. He kissed her deeply, his tongue pulling at her canine tongue. He held her tighter, she was a part of him. “I love you Cat,” he whispered. She smiled and licked his nosetip as she did when she snuck in his room.

Tim opened his eyes as he confessed his second devotion of his love for her tapered in his regaining contiousness. Tim looked over to his alarm clock it was 3:24. He was asleep for only 20 minuets! Tim was very weary but could not sleep. His house was so quiet. Now he knew why Cat always slept on his floor. Tim sat up, he lost an unfaithful girlfriend and his partner in the matter of a few days. He remembered the dream. He loved cat. “Screw it,” he thought as he wryly abandoned his bedroom for Cat’s. He knelt down and pulled the covers form the bed back and laid his head on the sheet. Cat’s aroma was strong here, shed fur clung to the sheets as well. He stroked the mattress where Cat’s body laid. In his delirious state he could almost see cats lopsided grin as his world slipped to merciful darkness.

Tim woke with a start at the usual time he got up to get to work, he had only slept for an hour. His head didn’t throb yet from the planned excess of rum and vodka. But that was just a promise for later. He showered and dressed in a uniform fresh from the cleaners. He looked to the mirror and sighed.

He looked in on cats abandoned room on his way out, and closed the door with a soft click that sounded like a deadbolt slamming.

The drive to the office was silent. The passenger seat seemed noticeable empty, only grinding at his soul more. He then noticed he was grinding his teeth again. He stopped by the BP gas station to fill up and stock up on Gatorade for his impending hangover.

He flopped at his desk and gulped almost half the bottle before he set it back down to see the rest of his section come in. All but Phillips gave him a sympathetic look and hello.

“You just can't keep a bitch can you?” Phillips smiled as he set his stuff down and looked at the clock over the door.

Brenda’s icy glare had no affect on the man as he called her with him and went out the door. She was about to reprimand him but he spoke first.

“Brenda, I want you to do what you feel is right.”

Brenda was taken aback at the request.

“And whatever happens, don’t tell Tim. Okay?”

He pushed the bar to the outside door and Brenda’s adrenaline rushed as she saw him beeline for officer Miller pulling Cat along on a leash between the parked cars in the parking lot. Brenda rushed to grab Phillips to stop him but almost by magic she had Cat’s lead in her hands. Phillips and Miller were ten feet away and still walking farther. The look on Miller's face was probably equaled to her own amazement on how that all happened. Brenda suddenly came to her senses and dropped the lead end as if it were a coal from hell. Brenda looked to Cat’s sad eyes and hugged her friend tightly. She could feel Cats tears on her neck and the soft shuddering of her chest as she held the poor canine officer to her.

“Its okay Cat, we’ll get through this.” She wanted to nervously look behind her to see what was happening to officer miller, then she felt the leather and steel of the collar around cats neck, and stopped caring. Whatever he got, he deserved.

Miller looked at the officer that suddenly replaced his leash and was guiding him away from his dog, he tried to look back and stumbled slightly not watching where he was going.

“What are you doing?” miller protested

“We have to talk.” With that Phillips pressed Miller back to sit on the fender of a car his back to Cat and Brenda.

“Officer Miller, you know that police brotherhood bond we all share?”

Officer Miller was trying to turn his head to look at Cat when Phillips suddenly grabbed his nose and looked wryly at the officer before him, ready to thump him again.

“Look at me when I speak to you.” He used his finger to point a path between each of their meeting eyes. “Show proper respect to a speaker.”

Miller scowled but did not break eye contact.

“Well?” Phillips asked.

“Yes” the officer answered sharply. He opened his mouth to speak further but was overridden by Phillips.

“You see, Cat is my sister, and anyone who mistreats my sister is going to have a potentially short career or life.” Miller's eyes widened but was silenced by Phillips finger as he continued to speak “Because backup doesn’t always show up on time, and if anything happened to my sister Cat, just shoot yourself, save the pain to come.” Phillips said with a kind smile, no mockery on his face. Miller realized that from afar this must look like a friendly conversation.

“I’m going to the chief with this you know, I’ll get you fired you psycho!”

“Asshole.”

“What? The other officer spat.”

“I am not a psycho, a psycho doesn’t know right from wrong. I’m an asshole, I just don’t give a fuck if it’s right or wrong”

Miller suddenly felt something about his throat. Everything spun for a second and he found himself laying face flat on the asphalt, the loose pebbles pressing into his chest and face. A knee was in between his shoulders and on his neck as he heard a female voice grating with hate, “If I see this on cat again, so help me god I’ll hang you from a tree so high with it they wont find you for a month.”

Brenda stood up quickly and stormed to the door to the station.

Philip stood up. “That was my other sister, looks like she hates you too. You do have a way with women.” Phillips nodded.

Philip looked down as Millers head hit the ground again. Philip stepped off the leash and smiles. “oops, was I on that, my bad. Have a nice day officer Miller.”

Philip gave Cat a nod as he walked to the station door.

Miller got to his feet quickly just in time to see the nod. The collared officer fumbled with the catches on the collar and ripped it from his neck. Cat watched as the irate officer called her to heel cruelly. Cat kept her head down more to hide a smile than to the wants of the officer as they went into the station.

* * * * * * * * *

Harris looked to Tim from across his desk. He sighed heavily and rubbed his temples with one hand across his brow. “Tim, I know how hard it is for you to loose a partner like cat after Sasha was killed. But this silliness has got to end. Miller was allegedly attacked in the parking lot by members of your section.”

Tim sat up in surprise at this. “Who?”

“That doesn’t matter,” Harris grumbled as he shook his head then looked sternly at Tim. “The point is that officer Miller saved Cat from being transferred to a different county altogether.”

Tim listened to his chief with rapt attention. When Deeks first came to me over the thanksgiving holiday he was talking total transfer. I was able to convince him to just transfer handlers because I had a new K-9 officer on the way fresh from the academy, and his fresh training and discipline would reinforce cats without changing departments.”

Harris cleared his throat. “ I pulled a lot of strings and cashed in favors to get an officer, any officer. I think we got the bottom of the class honestly but he is an officer and should be treated as such. I don’t need this childish crap I have to watch out for all of you. And that means miller, who is the only thing between cat, and another department.”

Tim nodded and leaned back letting it all settle.

“What do I have to do to end this? What would you say because this really stems from you.” Harris asked in a soft, parental voice.

Tim sat quietly in his chair looking down blankly, raising his head, an enlightened expression on his face.

“Put him in my section Chief”

Harris looked at the officer as if he were insane, “Why in the world would I set him in the section that supposedly threatened to lynch him? The only reason he isn’t telling Deeks right now is –I- told him without a dog he is a patrol officer and would be set behind a desk in juvie hall.” Harris pointed a weathered finger at Tim. “The last thing I need is the public thinking we can’t care for a dog that can think for itself.”

Harris just shook his head. “Jesus Christ Tim, just keep your section off of Miller, I’ll see about a transfer to your unit.” He looked dead stern at Tim, “One, hear me, ONE tiny little foul up, and you will be desk jockey in juvie. We understand each other?”

Tim nodded, “understood sir.”

“Good, now get the hell out of my office and do your job.”

Tim walked about the halls to his section office. The whole time thinking on what he should do. He wanted Cat back in his life, no he needed her. He continued pondering his dilemma until he turned into the office.

Everyone but Brenda’s eyes met him. Tim looked at Brenda who seemed to shrink at his gaze even though she couldn’t see him.

“Everything okay?” Phillips asked cheerily. “Heard you had a chat with the boss.”

Tim looked to Phillips. “Well, yea, everything will be fine.”

Tim looked at his watch. “We all need to get going.”

Tim suddenly stopped and sighed, he was at a desk today. He was going to be stuck doing a bunch of admin work. But he would see them off. They all joined in the hall on the way to the motorpool when Miller rounded a corner, alone.

He looked to Tim and smirked, sparing a scowl for Phillips and Brenda. Mark went unnoticed.

“Nice hickeys Miller,” Phillips chortled, “The transvestite Peters pick up give ‘em to you? I hear you’re all into that leash and collar stuff too.”

Tim saw the look on Millers features and stepped between the two officers. “Phillips, shut up and get to work.” Tim turned to apologize for the comments but only got as far as sorry before Miller prompted. “Sorry you sent your Gestapo to rough me up because you’re too incompetent to know how a dog should live. You are really pathetic you know, a dog with a room and a bed and books. It’s a tool you idiot, It gets killed instead of a human. That’s its purpose.”

“You PIGFUCKING SACK OF SHIT!” Screeched Tim. Mark and Phillips grabbed Tim, Miller jerked back to avoid Tim’s hand, but two fingers snagged under the button seam of the officers shirt. Tim’s grip might as well have been a welded steel clamp for all the force to keep the officer in place.

Brenda looked about at the scene they were causing. Miller’s humiliation fresh in his mind, the young officer spiked at Tim. “You should talk, you want to fuck a dog.”

The tumblers in Tim’s mind clicked, his hand unlocking from the offender’s collar. All was silent, no breath, no pin drop, only a laugh. Tim was laughing and grinning, looking at nothing. Phillips kicked a foot out barely missing the young officer as he told the others to take Tim in their office and shut the door. Phillips scowled at the young cop. "Remember, backup you preachy..." Phillips turned and went into the office where Tim was settling down to sporadic chuckles.

“It’s true,” Tim laughs, “I really want to bone a dog.”

Brenda slapped him on the back of his head. “Don’t say it like that, Cat loves you to death.”

Brenda looked aback as the room hushes and all eyes were on her now.

“I mean, who else does she have that looks after her so well?” it sounded forced in her ears as well.”

Phillips clapped his hands together loudly. “Well drama over, we need to get to work people. Remember?”

Phillips left the room headed to the kennels and the motorpool.

Brenda looked nervously at Tim, but he only shook his head. “You all go on. I’m still admin for now. I just hope we can figure something out.” Mark looked out of sorts. Suddenly he brightened. “Hey, Miller was alone.”

Brenda and Tim seemed not to hear. “Hello! Miller-was-alone!”

Tim and Brenda looked at him seemingly annoyed.

“That means CAT, is in the KENNELS,” Mark emphasized with a point towards the door. Brenda and Tim shot off to the kennels mark quick to follow.

Cat's eyes brightened as she looked at Tim from inside the kennel. She leapt up from the steel folding chair and grasped the chain link door as Tim bolted up to it. He tried the latch without looking. But it was held fast by a hardened steel lock. Tim growled angrily but then just put his fingers through the gate over Cat's as he looked to her. Cat glanced to the lock. “He doesn’t want me wandering off.”

“Cat, that doesn’t matter. We are trying to find a way to get you out of here. Permanently. But we have to take our time, do it right.” Tim sighed, “I hope you are doing okay.”

Cat nodded slightly. “I miss you.”

Tim found he was grinding his teeth again. “We are working on it Cat”

“I am kind of bored, I don’t have any of my books anymore.” Brenda reached into her cargo pocket of her pants and pulled out a well-worn romance paperback she stepped foreword and slipped it to Cat through the space between the wall and the door.

Cat looked at the novel curiously. “Thank you?”

Brenda tried to smile. “It’s not like your books, but it’s the only one on hand. You might like it, there’s this one part that...” Brenda noticed the mirthful look on both their faces. “Well, I have to get to work, and you shouldn’t bee seen here Tim, not now.” She pulled on Tim’s arm as she opened the gate to let her dog out mark having liberated his from the kennel waited by the door as lookout.

Tim waved to Cat. “Just remember, we are trying.” He waved to her and Cat waved back. She sighed sadly as Tim was ushered out the door. She looked down at the worn book, its once pink embossed cover was worn to the paper. She barely made out a title. But it made no sense to her. “Seven lures of Tapesh” she looked to the back but the print was beyond reading. She sighed halfheartedly opening the front cover and began reading. She shook her head one paragraph in, this was not promising but what else was there to do.

Cat almost missed the sound of Miller approaching the entrance to the dog kennels. Cat quickly dog-eared the page she was on disappointed to have to stop in the story, she had gotten through three chapters and was quite taken with the story, it seemed almost written to amuse her and left her with thoughts of her original officer. She slipped the book into her cargo pants pocket and stood up as Miller came to the door and unlocked the lock.

He sneered to cat as he commanded her foreword and put the leather collar on her again. It was a little tight and Cat could hardly breath to talk, she tried to mess with the latch to loosen it but her fingers were slapped away with the folded form of Miller's asp. “No, bad dog, leave it alone,” he clasped the leash on and began pulling her along. She wanted to cry and rip his head off to bite this officer. But knew that it was counterproductive. Besides, she would fix the collar in the car. She reassured herself with Tim’s words, they were trying to get her out. Permanently. Her ears twitched merrily at this and a life with Tim like the one in the book.

Brenda deposited Tim back in the office. “We will get her out Tim, we will work with Deeks daughter, and we will get her out. Legal or not.” She smiled and headed to the motorpool. Tim sighed and looked to his desk melancholia. He would have her back, and this time, no room to herself. He chuckled remembering his dream form that mornings brief slumber, then was remembered what he did before with a resounding ache in his brain. He gulped more Gatorade and began to sort records and set his files in order. He never made it far in his work, distracted by thoughts of Cat. He began grinding his teeth again.