Author's Note: This is also another fic that has been playing in my head for a while as I'm still gathering my thoughts for Everyone Has a Price and Let Love Go. At first, this fic was going to be K-T rated but I decided this needed a M rating. I'm not quite sure about if there's going to be any smut (probably not) but this fic will definitely have mature content. (I think the title should've given it away, lol)

This will be a short fic so I hope you guys like it. In case the storyline sounds familiar, it's borrowed from a few episodes of C.S.I. (love that show).

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Vera.

It was a cold, rainy night in Pacific Grove. The city was labeled as the 'Vegas in the Southeast.' The city had its share of gambling, nightclubs, bars and temptation for every fantasy and fetish. So naturally with the temptation, came the crime. And the crime rate for Pacific Grove was one of the highest in the country.

The wind chill factor gave the night an extra bite as David Batista stood outside his SUV, scoping the scene in. In the middle of the night, he got a call from the crime lab that a death under suspicious circumstances had taken place and he needed to go investigate it.

Since he had no significant other besides a cat, Dave pretty much kept a quiet profile. He was an absolute mystery to his surrounding team with his plethora of knowledge, wise-cracks, and quiet demeanor. His female co-workers were particularly distressed as Dave was not interested in dating. With his suave looks and beautiful smile, he constantly had women falling to his feet but he couldn't care less. It wasn't like he was gay; he just didn't want the headache that a girlfriend brought.

When Dave arrived to the crime scene, there were already a few patrol cars and yellow tape being lined up. Greeting Dave outside the crime scene was Chris Benoit, a detective for the Pacific Grove police department

"So what do we have here?" Dave said as he walked up the driveway.

"A man hanging by his balls—literally—in one of the rooms inside. Apparently he was having a good time until someone decided to suffocate him. Everyone is claiming innocence but someone must've heard something." Chris shrugged.

"Sounds like a winner." Dave grinned. "And look who we have here."

A woman appeared seemingly out of nowhere. She had strawberry-blonde shoulder-length hair, sparkling eyes and a petite figure. She was wearing thigh-high boots, a short black skirt, and had well-manicured nails.

"Good evening, gentlemen." The woman said. "Let me introduce myself, I'm Lilian Garcia"

"How should I refer to you as? Ms. Garcia? Mistress Garcia?" Dave asked.

"Lilian is fine." She smiled.

As Lilian walked Dave and Chris inside, they both knew that tonight's case was a little different from the others. It was a lot different. This particular assignment led Dave and Chris to Lilian's Place—a well-known brothel.