Unconsciously, I giggled and smiled, “Thank you Leo, and I sort of think I Love you as well.” I felt lost, I was in love with Leo, but I was a man less than twenty four hours ago. But I wanted, well needed to be with him. I wanted to shag him so bad, all night long. My body seems to be wired for sex and I can't stop it. I have to get my mind back on the case. Leo radioed the info on the Ronin from Japan as well as his known associates. Thing is I'd a feeling there was something more to this case than what was showing. “Leo I have a very bad feeling about this case. There is something wrong, it feels very fishy.”

Leo nodded, “I have a bad feeling about this as well. Your feelings confirm it, as I always trust your sixth sense about the cases you work.”

I wondered if I should tell Leo about the change. I started, “Leo, things really changed last night, I'm not the same person I was yesterday.” But then I said things I didn't expect, “I love you and I feel like a real nympho around you. I've really been having a hard time keeping myself from going x-rated in public." Wait that's not what I wanted to say ! I tried to say its me Dave. “You can call me Angel sweetie.” ARGGGGH it hit me like a ton of bricks. I could say nothing about my true past, or about the Santa.

Leo was silent for a couple of seconds, then “You sure about the Dia..., um Angel, you're really in love with me. I've felt like that since we first met. I've always loved you even when it hurt too do so when you were with Shyla.”

“Why does everyone think Shyla and I were a couple? We were just working together on some old science projects and we finally finished them up. She'd have Finley over to her house all the time, what did they think we were having kinky three ways with him?”

“Well you were always wearing Boots, shoes and um Corsets with locks. The grapevine was sure it was a D/S relationship, The Captain and Shyla as Dom's and you playing the submissive sex slave.”

“Um yea I wore the clothes, but I just liked the way they feel. That would have been too weird to be in bed with them ewww.” I truly did not understand how Shyla fell in love with Captain Finley, but I guess that's this reality.

By the time we got to the car I was getting a strange vibe. I flashed on the fact that Leo had been at all the sites I'd been at. He'd been very quiet until we saw the names of the probable crew that killed Mr. Ritz, Miss Shendo, and the attempt on Aoi. I would need to keep my eye on Leo as well. Though I don't think I'll mind doing that. Oh how I hope Leo's not the killer, OH, I do love Leo.

I kissed Leo before slipping into the car seat, it was a glorious kiss. I figured we needed to split up to cover this case the right way, “Leo, we're behind the eight ball here, maybe you should, go do your best interrogation of those button men, that are on the way to the big house. I'll head out to OC to check on Aoi. So drop me back at the office so I can get a few safety devices. After all, OC's out of your jurisdiction, but my PI License covers California, Nevada, and Arizona.”

Leo grimaced, “You're right, t does make the most use of our talents and resources. Though I wish I could stay near you to keep you safe.” His words set something off in my new body.

As he drove to my office, I couldn't stop myself, I leaned over and hoovered Leo's rod. I was disgusted, yet It felt great, tasted so good, and I wanted more. Tried too stop, but the more I tried to stop, the more of it I took into my mouth. The magic from Santa had made me a thrall. He came just moments after we parked in front of Diamond Investigations. “um... WOW Diamond that was great, but do us a favor, don't do it again while I am driving.”

I giggled, though I wanted to scream, “Okay. Be safe dear, and I'll get one of my other PI's to go with me to watch my back.” Somehow, in just a moment, I found Leo had gotten out of the car and around to my door. I wondered how had I blacked out for a moment. Maybe women blink for long periods of time. I know I was savoring the moment, so maybe that's what happened. I slid out of the door, the six inch heels brought me close to Leo's six foot four inches and we kissed with passion briefly. How much was real how much was compulsion, another question for after the killers were stopped.

Leo remarked, “By the way, that's an interesting Tattoo on your shoulder Diamond.” as he gave me a hand up from the car.

“Tattoo? Of what? Where?” I tried turning my head to get a look. Leo took his phone out brushed my hair to the side and snapped a picture.

A red Santa hat with white fur around the bottom, and a round fur ball on top just like the one The Santa wore. “OH that.....” I stopped, not wanting to know what would come out of my mouth this time about 'The Santa'. I fumed, “Well you know how much I love Christmas.”

Leo Laughed, “Only You would get a tattoo that's seasonal. One of the many quirks I love you for.” So it sounded reasonable, because of me. I waved, and sighed as Leo got back into the car. He drove off and I headed up to the office.

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Once in my room I grabbed a clean thong and another red Christmas bow. I also grabbed another pair rhumba bikini panties, (this pair had built-in holsters). I headed into the bathroom, stripped out of my wet panties, cleaned up, and put two mini pads in the clean ones. After getting redressed I ran a washcloth over the area with the tattoo but it was still there when I got a look in the mirror.

On to my armory, where I found a pair of glock 26's. Put a Domolium (Tranquilizer combo) mag in one and one mag with rubber bullets. I was not one to shoot to kill, the tranqs would take down just about anyone that moved in about a second and a half. The rubber bullets were great to disarm someone or just make them think twice about doing the wrong thing. Once loaded they were easily stowed in the pocket holsters in the rhumba bikinis. Settled my skirt back into place, then took a moment to check out how I looked in the mirror. I found my hips were a bit wider, but not so much as to be ridiculous. Grabbed a couple of extra magazines, two more tranq mags, two rubber bullet mags and three with hydroshoks(need something that will do some damage to armor). Put them into the slots of my silver lame Santa mini sack. I was ready to spit lead, as a last resort at least.

Then I saw something interesting, stacks of nano-flex patches(about ten times stronger than Kevlar and half as thick). Needed them because not everyone is as nice as I am. They were one of the inventions Shyla and I were working on but never got finished in the other reality. The clothes I had on had pockets for these to slide in, twelve in the skirt, nineteen in the top even four slots in my bra.

I was pleasantly surprised, they did not make it harder to move or weigh me down. I hope it works on the principle of marking a target like a big shiny Bat too shoot at, worked with barely there Glam girl clothing. So please shoot the shiny stuff, all you bad guys. For what I have on doesn't cover much. We'd only been working on these in the other time line before she had walked out on me.

Stopping by the office I was surprised by all the lines of magic I saw and so many different creatures. Great where were we now the Bazaar on Deva, or maybe Maroon Cartoon studios. Took a quick look around at all the craziness, looked like an open casting call for a toon horror flick. I saw monsters from Grimm's along side my favorite toon's, some were clients and some were employee's. So Toons and monsters were part of this reality. Things were getting really strange. I reminded myself that I needed to stay on track as it would keep me alive. Grabbed a roll of duct tape after all Mike Westen , my favorite spy says “'it' Makes you Smart.”

Luckily I ran into Fiona checking in. Fiona had been the PI that had been working the Aoi Satomi case. “Hey Fi, grab some nano-flex and your weapons, standard loads.” I flashed on possible trouble, “Take a Desert Eagle(canon) as well, with four magazines. We're heading to UCI Med Center(University California at Irvine Medical Center), I'm pretty sure Aoi's in trouble.”

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Fiona and I were soon cruising down the Santa Ana Freeway. Since they made it tri-level, it has been so much faster. We were on the Diamond level, as we were max capacity in the Alfa. It had recently been fitted with a spring loaded one-inch nano-flex screen just behind the rear window.

Fiona wore more traditional clothing for Detective work, Blazer, silk blouse, nice pants and flats. Wish that this Diamond's style was more like that.(though maybe it could be). Fi grinned, “I still do not know how you do so well on those stilts, and your clothing choices are odd, though you make it work Boss. Cute Tattoo by the way, temporary I would guess.”

I groaned, Temporary would be nice, I smiled, “Well you know how I love Christmas.” That was true as that carried over from my original reality. I had several Santa suits with all the padding and great leather boots. My new reality includes quite a few little Sexy Santa outfits. Then there's the short skirts, barely there tops, and short dresses, all sequins in red, green white and this silver one, all very glam girl style.

“You should get some glam stuff for work Fi, I'm sure you'd love it.” I remember loaning her a pair of heels she stumbled for a couple of hours. After all six inch heels are a little tougher to walk in then three inch heels that she was used too. This is so funny, I have memories of us doing this banter every time we have work together.

Fi laughed, “Oh I don't mind wearing short dresses out clubbing, but Your footwear choices are too bizarre for me, I’d break my neck Diamond.” That was true, as I had no flats, not even trainers. All of the heels I had were six inches or higher, and most were fetish wear, six inch pumps with locks on the ankle strap, black leather thigh high seven inch heel boots and Ballet Boots with an eight inch spike heel.

We've had lengthy discussions over them. I've memories of Fi and I out at a club, so she does wear heals. Fi grumbled, “I still can't believe you beat me in the fun run wearing those eight inch Ballet boots. It's magic right, that’s how you ran faster than me. No one could run that fast in Ballet boots without magical help right.”

You have got too be kidding me running two miles in those things, I shook my head and smiled, “Just lots and lots of practice.” I barely hobbled around last night, well except for the dash I made to catch the cab. Wonder what other quirky habits I have. Wish I had better memories for this reality. All of the odd things kept taking up brain power I needed to stay alive.

Fiona noticed we had company, “Diamond we've a tail, glad you put the review camera's in all the cars.” Yes all the latest gadgets, and some nifty toys. I could not use the oil slick or fog, there were too many of the mostly harmless, on the road with us.

I checked the screen and saw a white van coming up fast. “Great and we're five miles from our exit.” I felt a slug hit the body of the Alfa, sounded like a 10mil, probably from a glock. I swerved and punched the accelerator. “Hey I just got this back from the shop from last weeks shoot out. Get the 'canon' out and see I you can distract them a bit.”

Fiona released the catch for the spring loaded nano-flex screen. So we were safe as long as they don't use a missile. Of course it did not stop them from putting more lead into my poor li'l Alfa. I checked the screen for the reverse camera, lucky me the next shot hit the camera. So I checked the door side mirror as I did a little more evasive driving. I couldn't believe it they had a missile launcher sticking out the window.

The off ramp wasn't coming up fast enough and the light was red. This could get really bad, I kept the pedal to the metal. I prayed for the tiniest bit of luck and somehow we didn't get blasted by the missile. Fi snapped two caps at our pursuit. Even if she missed the sound should give them some pause.

About half way down the ramp the light changed. I swerved left to set up my line for the turn. I was glad I had the Alfa, it's rear wheel drive helped me make sure we had max shield protection through the turn. The missile went right destroying a Waste Disposal truck. Think that Fi bouncing at least one of the shots off the pavement, was part of why they missed with the missile. Very few people think to put armor plate on the undercarriage. The guys in the van still managed to hit the back window with more small arms fire, on the right side. The bullet proof glass is worth every penny.

After the missile, Fiona was on the blower with OCPD(Orange County Police Dept) “They say take a left on Orangethorpe, and another left on Stanton. They're setting up a blockade there.” The light at Orangethorpe changed and the left turn arrow lit. It seems the OCPD had taken control of the lights. I down shifted as I braked, the white van was almost on our bumper, kept spitting lead at us. The Glock and a Smith and Wesson, kept punching into the nano-flex screen. Fiona slid lower, “I really like that screen, can I get one in my car.”

Two more rounds hit the screen, “I'll make sure everyone gets them installed, if we get out of this alive.” I was feeling lucky, why I'm not sure. My luck was so much better than it ever had been. The new toys were a nice perk as well, I guess The Santa was not a total bitch.

It seemed to take forever to cover the hundred feet to the corner, where I turned onto Stanton and drove through the gap of the blockade. Which the OCPD immediately filled with a Tactical vehicle(HEAVY EXPANDED MOBILITY TACTICAL TRUCK or HEMTT) it was about twenty feet long tank like vehicle. Felt like I did a Floater with goofy foot.(Shot the curl gap left footed.)

Fiona and I jumped out of the Alfa and went to the command center to check on the video feed. As the van came around the corner, they slammed on the breaks, but they still hit the HEMTT hard. The driver side door popped opened as did the back doors but no one got out. It took a moment before I understood. I cried out a warning, “Take cover there's a bomb.” They deployed a nano-flex tarp over the van. Between the HEMTT and the tarp we were well shielded from the blast. Though some of the windows in nearby buildings didn't fair as well. As glass rained down upon us. Fi and I grabbed a Nano-flex umbrella(size of a beach umbrella) which kept us from being hit by shrapnel and other falling debris.

I knew we must be getting close, and the person that was most vulnerable was Aoi. We had to get there quick. “Fiona we need to get to UCI Med Center now.” we sprinted to the Alfa and I had it started and my seat belt on before Fi had closed her door.

Captain Crusher, who was in charge of the blockade had over heard me. He said with authority, “This is all about Satomi? Nice tattoo by the way Diamond. Hanson, you're with me we need to get to UCIMC.” We waited for the OCPD to lead the way.

As Crusher led the way, I remembered Helen Kirkland had been a client and that she's the Hospital Administrator, “Fi get my blower from my Santa's sack, and Call Helen Kirkland.” My luck held or maybe it was Crushers going bad, as some bozo not paying attention, ran a red light, (may have been one of the bad guys), and T-Boned Crushers car.

I swerved and kept speeding towards UCIMC. We did not catch anymore lead, guess the last van was all there was. Still traffic was heavy and it was tough going, some how I got us there in one piece. I brought us to a stop at the front entrance just before the crosswalk filled with two wheel chair bound individuals.

As we jumped out Fi finished her call, “Diamond, Helen said Aoi was about to be released, but was still in her room, 433. She has elevator number six waiting for us. We made a dash for them, but I was getting a bad feeling. So far my feelings have been getting us out of some big jams.

I decided we'd be better off taking the stairs. "I think the elevator is a set up and I'm not sure what we will find there.” As I pulled Fiona into the stairwell and started running up the stairs. Not as easy as I remember, and it didn't help that the 'girls' kept popping out the top. Once we got to the fourth floor I tucked my breasts back into the top, and retrieved the twin glocks from the rhumba bikini panties, built-in holsters. I signed to Fi to hold up here. I pointed to the floor map.

We looked at the map on the wall by the door, showed we were right next to room 435. We silently stepped into the hallway, I was surprised to find it occupied by two unconscious coppers as well as three nurses. There were three nurses tied up at the floor station. There were two goons by the elevator bank the other side of the station. Fi and I moved across the area between them silently. Tranqed them
“Fiona push the door open on three,” I paused and hoped this roll was going to work, “one, two, three.”

I tumbled into the room staying low, while wearing six inch peep-toed slides. Think I'd have gotten a nine even from the East German Judge. A quick look round and I knew I had to work fast. The nurse was out, lying on the floor. Though I do not think my performance was appreciated by the blond muscle and Mrs. Ritz. Id put a tranq round in the goon, who was doing his best to smother Aoi with her pillow. Bounced a runner bullet off of Mrs Ritz's wrist after she spit some lead in my direction. She just missed with her Beretta, which made me very happy to she her lose it. As I finished the roll, I moved towards Aoi. I giggled as the Beretta seemed to fly out of her hand. I have been doing a lot of white hat practicing.

Grabbing her wrist she yelled, “Tony get her!” Tall, blond and bad news turned slowly I thought about putting another tranq in him. Fiona kept him turning with two shots to his left shoulder. He spun to the ground. “Watch Mrs. Ritz, Fiona, I'll check on Aoi.”

I stepped over a loudly bleeding Tony, he feebly tried to grab me. I find just a little pressure applied by my stiletto heels too one of his wounds works wonders. Taking his mind off of stopping me, and think more about the pain. Fiona cuffed Mrs Ritz who wasn't happy as the metal cuffs rubbed against her gun shot wound. Luckily Aoi was breathing and seemed to be coming around. While I wondered if it was safe to call Helen, I asked the $24,000 question, “So what's the scoop? Ginger, why the change of heart with your protégé?”

Ginger Snaps Ritz, now the Heiress to two cookie fortunes, spat, “Guess it doesn't matter if you know, we're all dead anyway. Roger and I got into contract killing for the thrill. We were hired to kill that bitch five years ago, but he couldn't do it. He said her story was too sad. Then we got lucky, a hooker that had almost the same name and could have been her twin, died of a drug over dose. We sold it to our employer and he took the bait hook, line and sinker. He was so happy to be rid of his sons girlfriend that he didn't check any further. He just wanted the mother out of the way so she couldn't come back for the son she'd borne. We thought we'd made it.”

"We brought Aoi into the US using the hooker's ID. Both of us thought she understood she could never go back. I guess she figured since she had money she could get her son back now. Stupid bitch, we had a good thing going till she tried calling him last month. She didn't even know she never talked to her son. It was actually just a blind set up. That brought the heat down on us. I thought that if you were working for us, your surveillance might scare them off. Because of your connection to the regional Kumicho Ikawa and thought that might keep my Husband and Miss Shendo alive.”

"So I was hired because I knew Kisa?” I asked. My mind was putting together the pieces, but there was still a missing bit. Also where did 'The Santa fit in somehow there had to be a connection.

"That was part of it. We thought you were a bimbo airhead. Who'd a thought that someone who dressed like you.... Arrrrrghhhh.”

Ginger Ritz ranted, “The koroshiya(hitter) was more ruthless then I expected. Shendo was actually my husbands body guard. There was no affair, the kissing in the theater was to keep you watching. Then Niko, he was the hitter, set the scene at the house, that you recorded. Niko forced them to do so at gunpoint. The bastard actually called me and was directing the scene as I listened over the phone. Guess I deserved to hear my Husbands death like that. We completed one hundred contracts, guess it is our own fault for being soft on this one. It's just that all the rest of them had been for people that weren't connected with organized crime.” Ginger wept, and collapsed into the chair.

“We just could not kill Aoi... then. But that sweet girl from the past is gone. She's become a hard-core Queen B since then and now I think she deserves it. I guess we made a monster. Then after all of Sato Nibishi's local talent had failed, He contacted me and made it very clear I had only one choice. I had to finish the job I had been paid for. So I could die quick or get tortured to death.”

“It does not matter now, we're all good as dead now. Sato Nibishi is too high in the Yakuza to be touched and he has the money to make us all go away. Even your connection to the Kumicho Ikawa will not be enough to keep you alive.” The Cracker Queen had really cracked up.

Then I looked at Aoi for a moment and it all came together. Kisa Ikawa and Aoi were sisters or cousins. Oh, that's why she gave us the audience. Great, I thought it was just the 'they all look alike to me' syndrome. It all made sense, Kisa knew I could keep her 'sister' alive. I pulled out my cell and scrolled through the numbers looking for a new entry, there it was in Japanese text. It had to be Kisa's number. I punched the talk button.

“Diamond, good to hear from you. Aoi is alive.” It wasn't a question, and I knew how close I came to being fitted for a 'wooden kimono'(cement overcoat).

I responded, “Also have the Quacker Queen and one of her goons. Seems she was just trying to finish a contract from Sato Nabishi.”

I knew she was smiling, “Thank you Diamond, I knew I could count on you. I have a favor owed me by the Oyabun. Nabishi-san is finished.” she disconnected.

Well I had helped my 'sister' we had been close and still are, just don't get together every week. I turned back to my ex-client, "Now Ginger I need to know a few more things, where is Helen and how many more goons do you have here?”

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The Cracker Queen, paid me, but it's tied up awaiting her trial. Fortunately OC and LA did gave me rewards for some of the button men that were arrested. My biggest surprise came from Aoi herself, who gave me half a mil for saving her life. Aoi quickly recovered and her attitude was that of her public persona. I wondered if Ginger had already gone over the edge prior to her confession.

So things turned out pretty well, Niko was being sent back to Japan to face several murder charges. He'd even made statements against all his associates that were arrested with him. Those staying in the big house all made confessions. Prompted by Niko's counsel which had visited them all. Only a few of us knew that Niko's counsel was one of Kisa's Shateigashira(lieutenants).

It was quite a surprise to be invited over for a Christmas party, but I told her Leo and I had a lot of catching up to do, and would probably be very busy. Fiona said she would be happy to go in my place. I hope she'll have fun, I know I will. Of course I still needed to track down 'The Santa' as well. After all there may be others that didn't fair as well.

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I finally got around to unwrapping Leo for Christmas. While we rested,Leo and I did some catching up. We started by just talking over old times. It helped, as it seems the gaps in my memory were filling in nicely. Leo and I really connected.

I tried fighting the feelings for a bit, but it felt so good and kept getting better. We spent a lot of time making like bunnies. I found out I was a screamer and multi-orgasmic, which was all very nice. I love Leo, and the bopping, but still... it's a little vexing, though with each time it becomes less disagreeable.

I'm still having trouble keeping myself from having carnal knowledge with Leo in front of everyone. It's been hard, but I've been able to keep it pg-13 in public, just barely.

Still I know I need to look for 'The Santa', I feel that there are others that need to be helped. How I'm going to aid those that need assistance I'm not sure. I may never get my life back, but the one I have is pretty good. For now I’ll just keep looking.