"Billie! Billie! Billie! Oh, baby yes!! Give it to me! Fuck me, Billie!" yelled my alarm clock, making Izzy widen her eyes in alarm before she had a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

"Who is Billie?" she asked when she stopped her laughter.

"I dunno. Never met him," I told her.

"Maybe it's a girl, like Billie Eilish!"

"Huh. Good point!" She just might be right about that. "Either way, they're very noisy."

"So, we have to lay here and snuggle in very skimpy clothes while she goes at it with this Billie person?" she asked with a cocked eyebrow.

She had a point. Listening to her go at it did remind me that I had a beautiful woman of my own in my arms. "Yeah, she hasn't missed a morning yet, so I guess we should get used to it."

"If she keeps that up and I might make you moan my name to see if you're louder," she claimed with a smirk.

I stared at her in shock. Did she really just say that? Where did that boldness come from? "You think so? And who's to say that you wouldn't be the one screaming my name?"

"Pffft. That goes without saying! But I might have studied a little bit. I can do some things. I think. Or I want to. Some day. When we're ready." The more she talked the redder she got, and it was adorable to see the boldness leak out of her as though she got poked by a pin and was deflating little by little.

"Izzy. Someday we'll get there. I'm in no rush, okay? I feel great about our relationship, but we don't have to rush it. When we're ready, we'll know," I assured her.

"Sure, you say that now. But if one of your nipples had been poking out again this morning, I might have had a hard time!" she scoffed with a grin to show she was kidding. "Now come on, help me make breakfast. Billie and Erin will probably need some food when they're done."

"I like that plan, but you're cooking. I can set the table. She usually races out when she's done though, so maybe we give her something to go?"

"We can do that. Let's go see what we have."

The kitchen was pretty well stocked with food, and Izzy whipped up some cheesy eggs on toasted English muffins and wrapped them in foil for Billie and Erin to take, while she and I ate ours off a plate.

"Damn, you can really cook!" I commended her. I wasn't helpless in the kitchen, but this was better than I'd have made myself.

She snorted in annoyance. "I had to be. Jeremy wasn't ever going to cook or clean, so that all fell to me."

I leaned over to her and hugged her gently. "You're not doing everything with me. If we cook, from now on we will do it together. Teach me some basics so I can help more. I don't want you to feel like you do everything. At a minimum, I'm used to cleaning too, so I will do a bunch of that."

"We're really setting up house, huh?" she said with a smile.

I opened my mouth to reply when Erin came rushing out of her bedroom. "Hey girls! Good morning! I'll see you tonight!"

"Wait!" Izzy called out. "I made you a little breakfast sandwich!" She held the foil wrapped muffin out and Erin took it in shock.

"Thank you so much Izzy! Do you have a single sister that I can meet? That was so nice!" She gave us one more wide smile, then undid the door chain and slipped out the door.

"Well, that sounded like Billie should be a girl." Izzy commented.

"You're right about that!" I agreed. I don't know why I assumed it was a guy!

"Well, go see if she wants breakfast," Izzy suggested.

"Nah, she's always gone before Erin leaves."

"Not this morning she wasn't. Erin had to undo the security chain when she left, and there is no way that Billie could have secured it when she left," Izzy reasoned. "So, Billie is still here."

"Holy fuck, I need to get you into the FBI!" I stood and walked over to the open door to Erin's room and knocked, then poked my head in. "Hey Billie, do you want some breakfast?" There was no answer, but the room smelled vaguely of sex. "Billie?"

Izzy walked over, chewing the last of her breakfast. "No answer?"

"Nope, nothing." This was my first time in Erin's room, and it was pretty much a mirror image of mine. A good sized room with a walk in closet and attached bathroom. No secret doors or anything because the only walls without windows led to my room or the living room. She liked neutral colors, as the walls were a nice grey color, and there were teddy bears all over. They ranged in size from small hand sized ones on her desk, to a huge one on the bed that had to be bigger than Izzy.

"This is so weird!" Izzy said while looking under the bed. "You take the closet and I'll take the bathroom."

Yes, we were invading her privacy now, but I think we were both overcome with curiosity over where Billie could have disappeared to. There was no chance that Billie lived below us and there was a trap door, right?

But the closet was empty. Of people anyway. Erin was very neatly organized with all her work clothes separated from her leisure ones, and it made me think I should organize better with Izzy sharing mine now.

"Oh fuck!" Izzy called out from the bathroom.

I rushed in there with her, to see her staring into the shower where a pair of men's bathing suit briefs and a large strap on were hanging to dry. "Yeah, Billie is a girl," I noted absently.

Izzy shook her head and started laughing to herself. "No, Billie isn't."

"What am I missing?"

She pulled her phone out and started typing and pressing links. "Okay, no judging, right?" she confirmed while holding the screen to her chest.

"Of course not!" I'd never judge her!"

She held the phone out, pressing play on the video, where I then saw a woman riding a strap on. A strap on being worn by a very large stuffed bear. "Holy shit!" We both looked at the bear on the bed in wonder. Yeah, that looked like it just might work!

"I'm betting the bathing suit is for the bear to not get ummm... wet." Izzy pointed out.

"Damn! And all this time I thought she was having a fuck buddy come over in the mornings! No wonder she wants us to help her out!"

"And we will! She is already having fun, now we'll help her find more!" Izzy assured me.

"Well fuck. We're not saying anything to her, right?"

"Absolutely not!" Izzy agreed. "She can tell us if she wants, but that is up to her. But now we need to get ready for work!"

Which wasn't a big deal, since all of the shark bathing suits were at the office, I could just wear shorts and a tee after my shower, and Izzie could do the same. I loved the agency dress code! We did have to bring all the camera equipment back with us, since that had come home after the beach and we'd need them today, but before too long we were back at the office, coffees in our hand and ready for a new day of work.

"Does it matter which suit I wear first?" I asked Izzy.

"You might as well go in order, just to make the editing easier. But I do have one more favor."

"Ask away. You know I can't say no to you," I told her truthfully. I'd do anything I could for her.

She pulled out a picture, the only one I'd seen that Jeremy took of me, and it was the one I was looking fierce and snarling at him. "Can we try to recreate this attitude?"

"You want me angry?"

"I want you to be the shark. I want you to be fierce and dangerous!" Izzy explained. "So many of these shoots are all fun and smiles. I want you to be completely different for this shoot."

I opened my purse, pulling out the stun gun. "Can I use this as a prop?"

She looked it over, then shrugged. "Bring it, it can't hurt! We'll see how it looks."

We got to work, and had taken a lot of pictures and worked through four of the bathing suits when a gunshot and a woman's scream came from the front of the building. Paulina! I didn't even hesitate. "Siri, call 911!" I called out, seeing my phone in the sand start obeying me just as Jeremy ran down the hallway and burst into the studio.

"Where is it?" he screamed, waving the gun at me and Izzy.

Oh shit, this isn't good.

"Where is what?"

"The folder! I need the folder or I'm dead! Keep her papers, but I need the rest!" He was almost in tears now, standing on the edge of the sand and shifting the gun between us.

"You need to put the gun down, then we can talk. But waving that gun around is only freaking us out!" Izzy pleaded. "You know this isn't what you want to do!"

"Then give it to me! Give it to me and I can leave!" He lifted the gun as he ran his hands through his hair, and I saw my chance. With the gun now pointed at the ceiling, I grabbed the stun gun that was laying in the sand and triggered it right into his groin.