The Female Lead Is A Lesbian

(At Zoey's lab/warehouse)

Stone hung with his head down. His body was given back to his control but he still felt tingling running through his every single nerve.

There was only one thing on his mind. One person actually.

" Zoey, " his words only came out as a small mumble.

" Zoey, Zoey, Zoey, Zoey, Zoey, Zoey, " he kept repeating her name over and over. Like every time he said it would give him a million dollars.

" Zoey, Zoey, Zoey, Zoey, Zoey, Zoey, ZOEY, ZOEY, ZOEY, ZOEY, ZOEY, ZOEY, " his voice became louder and began to resonate throughout the warehouse.

"ZOEY! ZOEY! ZOEY! ZOEY, " by now he was screaming at the top of his lungs.

" ZOEY!!!" He screamed her name drawing out the 'e' sound.

The sound of trickling mixed in with his painting. A stream of yellow fluid flowed down from his pants onto the floor.

" Zoey, " he called out her name more softly this time.

Then he looked up at the soft white lights on the ceiling.

His face revealed to be quite the conundrum.

Tears danced on his raised cheeks. Those raised cheeks contributed to an open mouth smile. While at the same time he was panting so hard that steam formed in front of his face.

His cheeks were a bright red, almost as if he was aroused.

While his eyes were slightly closed and tears danced down to his chin. But his eyes themselves were cloudy yet sparkling. As if he had seen something beyond the human conception.

He seemed he hurt, in a daze, yet p.l.e.a.s.u.r.ed?

"Zoey.... my goddess. Thank you.

My, mistress. My angel. My master!

My owner, please come back. Step on me, praise me, kick me, beat me!

I am forever your punching bag! I will thank you for every single thing you do to me!

I worship you! So once you come back! I shall atone for my horrid sins by l.i.c.k.i.n.g the dirt off your shoes. Standing my knees and begging like the dog I am.

Please, come and put a collar on my neck. Show the world who I belong to.

I shall scream it to the world.

I, Victor Stone, am the property of Zoey Chang!

*AHN HAH*

I, Victor Stone, am the property of Zoey Chang!

I, Victor Stone, am the property of Zoey Chang!"

Stone began to m.o.a.n and exclaim the same words over and over again.

He was no longer his own person.

He had finally broken.

(At A Hospital)

Mya and Jerry sat in Mya's car. Just outside the hospital.

The silence was awkward and the air was stiff.

" *Ah* So the captain's dirty huh?"

Jerry g.r.o.a.n.e.d and leaned back into his seat.

" Knew it would happen eventually. *Woo*

I'm glad I set aside that part-time job as a janitor. By the way, things are going. We're going to be kicked down to hell."

Jerry sighed through his nose.

Mya looked over to him. He had his usual blank mask on.

But after years of being partnered together, she could see the emotions trying to bubble up from underneath.

It's said that your partner on the job knows more about you than your spouse.

This was true in Mya and Jerry's case.

Mya could see the rage, the betrayal, the hurt. But there was also the sadness, the darkness, the fear.

All of which he held back and put on his joking facade. He didn't even realize he was doing it.

It was just an instinctive function. One that he did ever since he was young.

" You know you don't have to be a 'man' around me Jer. I'm always here if you wanna let it out."

Mya stated. She leaned back into her seat as well and looked up at the roof.

Jerry let out a laugh that sounded like a scoff and his lips quirked up.

" I'm gonna take them down." Mya suddenly declared.

Jerry looked over at her confused.

" Take down? Take down who?" Jerry asked confused.

" All of them. The chief, the one's funding her, the people behind and them. Everyone. I don't care if my life goes down the f.u.c.k.i.n.g drain.

I joined the force because I was tired of everyone getting their way. Just because they had money.

I watched as families crumbled. The women would usually start to go out into the streets to earn money. Using their bodies either as hookers or drug mules.

The men would usually join gangs and would end up shot to death in the street. Or in jail.

And you also know it happened to my own.

So I promised that I would stop all the evil in the world. It was a stupid nine-year-old dream.

I know I can't transform into a magical girl and rainbow blast all the negativity of the world away with the power of glitter and friendship.

It just isn't possible. Now, I know that. But I am damn sure going to try my best to keep other kids from seeing what I saw.

And if that means going straight into the hornet's nest. Then so be it, " she looked over to Jerry.

" So I want you to stay away. Cause, I don't you get hurt."

Jerry was taken aback.

" Mya, " he quietly called out her name.

He gingerly reached his hand to his face. He was about to c.a.r.e.s.s her chee-.

*PAK*

Ah, nope he flicked her in the forehead.

" Ow! What the hell!?"

" You idiot! You really think that I'm gonna let you do that all on your own!? You're dumber than I thought."

" But-"

" No buts! If you're going down I am holding your hand while you fall.

We're partners remember? We've always got each others' backs. We always bust each others' chops.

I'd give you my kidney and you'd give me yours.

I'll probably end up giving you mine with your bottle a whiskey a day habit.

You help me pick up chicks, I help you pick up guys. You're the best wingman I could have asked for.

We drive each other home when we're drunk. I'll never get tired of holding your hair.

We're there for each other when we're sick, or somebody died, or just whenever we feel shitty. You give absolute best hugs and comfort and you always know how to make me laugh.

You're my partner.

I know we haven't said any vows or anything. But we're together like it or not!"

Jerry exclaimed and sat up.

Mya's eyes widened a bit then said, " You're right.

We haven't said any vows cause you haven't put a f.u.c.k.i.n.g ring on it!"

She held up her hand with a fake angry expression.

Jerry smiled and let out a chuckle.

He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

" Okay, that's funny.

But seriously, you're not doing anything without me.

Got it?"

He reached his hand out to her.

" Partner?" He asked with a smile.

Angela looked at his hand and sighed to herself, ' He's not gonna give this up.'

She firmly grabbed his hand and shook it.

" Partners." She affirmed.

She let go and closed her eyes when she pressed her back against the seat.

" You know Jer, you have quite the way with words. You big ole' softie, you-, " she was cut off by the car door suddenly closing.

She opened her eyes and saw that Jerry had gotten out.

She looked at him with a face that exclaimed, ' Dude, WTF?'

He, in turn, put a hand on the hood of the car and bent down to look into the window.

" Well? Remember, we still gotta job to do and we don't want to draw more attention to ourselves by not doing our jobs."

He smirked and Mya rolled her eyes and got out of the car as well. She locked it and growled, " Asshole." Under her breath.

She locked it and started walking towards the hospital with Jerry trailing behind her.

" I heard that, " he sneered.

" Heard what? " She sneered right back.

They headed inside with smiles that were miles wide.

(Inside The Hospital)

Mya and Jerry walked into the hospital. If you played it in slow motion, you would think it was an introduction to a cop show.

With badges proudly displayed yet their guns were concealed and stone-cold eyes.

They walked up to a doctor who looked a bit stressed.

" *Ah* You must be the detectives! Ms. Hong and Mr.... Train?"

She said Jerry's last name wrong.

" It's Tremaine." Jerry corrected her.

" My apologies. "

" Don't worry about it. What do we got?"

" *Ah* Right, " she started to flip through some files.

" Follow me, " she started to walk and the two quickly followed behind her.

" So? Who is it? We got a call about an assault but nobody would tell us who." Mya asked after a few minutes of walking in silence.

" That's no shock. Your victim is quite high profile.

Oh, speaking of which here we are." They arrived at a private room, usually reserved for people with large amounts of money.

They looked in through the door's glass and saw a man laid up in a bed with several wrappings on his body.

He would have looked handsome if not for the bandages on his face.

While a man in white sat by beside his bed reading a book.

" He seems familiar, though I can't really see his face, " Jerry pondered on the injured man's identity.

" He should, he's Daniel Fang. " The doctor stated.

Both their eyes widened.

" Daniel Fang? THE Daniel Fang? As in super-rich bachelor Daniel Fang?"

She nodded and started flipping through his file, " Yup. He claims that an intruder broke into his home and viciously attacked him.

So we called you. He has also made it clear to keep this private.

His exact words were ' If any of this gets out, this hospital shall be your final resting place.'"

She explained with bitterness gently laced in her words.

" That bad huh?"

Mya looked at her sympathetically.

" You don't know the half of it. He's in his twenties yet acts like a spoiled brat.

I gave him little something to shut him up so he might be a little delirious. But he was a little tight-lipped about the whole thing so maybe you'll also get something useful. "

"Alright, thanks, " Mya thanked her and both were ready to enter until.

" Wait, " the doctor held them back.

" Something else?" Jerry c.o.c.ked an eyebrow and Mya tilted her head.

" *Sigh* I hate to trouble you with this, but there was another assault. She's a frequent flier here, p.r.o.s.t.i.t.u.t.e, either in here with a bruise or two.

But a few hours ago she was left outside the front bleeding and torn up. We ran a r*pe kit and we found fluids.

When we asked her what happened, she said someone tried to kill her."

" Woah, that sounds intense. We would like to investigate but, isn't this S.e.x Crime's jurisdiction?" Mya asked.

" I contacted them and they laughed in my face. Then they told me to call them when we had a 'real' crime."

The two simultaneously clenched their jaws and a flash of red came from their eyes.

" Bastards, " Mya muttered.

" Some things just never change, " Jerry hissed.

" I'll go talk to her. " Mya growled and almost stormed off but Jerry held his arm in front of her body.

" No, I will. "

" Jer? "

" Rich boy will definitely be more comfortable with you than my ugly mug. And since he's 'top priority' we have to solve this shit as soon as possible."

Her eyes narrowed but she was dead tired and didn't feel like arguing.

" Fine, you stubborn little~ (unintelligible angry muttering)." Mya huffed.

Jerry smiled and trailed off with the doctor.

( At A Different Hospital Room)

Jerry saw through large glass windows, a woman in terrible condition.

Her eyes were closed and head was wrapped in bandages.

Her visually throbbing and red face would make you wince just imagining it.

" Her name's Vicki. Don't push her too much okay? " The doctor looked guilty as she looked at the poor woman.

A dagger slowly sunk into her heart staring at Vicki.

She started to walk away when Jerry called out one last time, " What's her last name?"

She didn't even turn back and replied, " Smalls. Vicki Smalls."

" Thanks, " he nodded his head.

" No, thank you, " she whispered and hurried off.

Jerry sighed and went into the room.

He grabbed a chair and pulled it up next to her bed.

The sound of the chair scraping against the floor disturbed Vicki.

Her eyebrows creased for a moment before she pulled her eyes open.

Just doing that made her want to scream. It was like having several needles jabbed in her face. While boiling water was being poured into her wounds.

She was met with the face of an almost decent looking man. With slightly graying hair and gentle droopy brown eyes. He looked like a gentle giant.

" Vicki? " He softly called her name. His voice was a breath of fresh air compared to the harsh and blandness of the hospital. Or the heavy noises from the street.

If she could have moved Vicki would have shaken her head to clear her head. So she just lightly bit her tongue which was enough to bring her back from her thoughts.

" Who.... are.... you?" She croaked as clearly as she could. She was incredibly parched, but no one would come when she called.

Oh well, she was used to it. Whenever she came in, a lot of people would act like she just had STD plastered on her forehead. And CONTAGIOUS sprawled on her chin.

She got dirty looks, propositions, insults.

She was used to all of it. Never being treated like a human being was a guarantee in her life.

But imagine her surprise when berty suddenly got up and when he came back. He was holding a cup of water.

" Here, slowly." He gently put the cup to her lips and tilted its contents into her mouth.

Vicki felt rejuvenated and honestly a little emotional.

When Jerry took the cup away he asked in his soothing baritone, " Better?"

" Yes, thank you." Vicki said softly and felt her heart become surrounded by warmth.

Who was this strange and kind man? She almost saw pure wings on his back.

" It's no problem. Oh and my name is Jerry Tremaine.

I'm a detective."