Wasting my time

No, I'm not wasting my time. I'm writing something that carries the working title The Gordon Series. Granted, it consists of two completed stories of an episodic nature, and I've only now begun work on the third, but hey. I'm being optimistic and calling it a series.
The first story kicks off with the body of a drug addict being found and descends into the darkest and most twisted depths of human perversion. We are chaperoned on our journey by the enigmatic and infinitely knowledgeable Detective Adam Gordon, a six-foot-four giant with a soft, hypnotizing voice and a knack for getting confessions out of suspects, and his erstwhile partner Detective Hannah Johnson. Other characters along for the ride include the spaced-out and foggy Trent McAllister, the latest victim Ashley White and certain sundry villains whom I'll refrain from naming lest I spoil the plot.
The second episode begins with Gordon and Johnson taking on a cold case and tackling the mystery surrounding the deaths of three four-year-old boys ten years ago. During the eight months between the end of the first story and the start of this one, Gordon and Ashley White have become romantically entangled to the extent that she is now pregnant. There is much sleuthing being done and the killer is duly caught, but woven into this is the plotline involving Gordon's proposal to Ashley, who accepts. *sings* Love is in the air...
The third story entails rape and murder and is sufficiently bloody to warrant a fair feeling of ickiness. But more must not be divulged, for the masterpiece is not finished.
Fare thee well. I return to writing.

"Congratulations, Mr. Gordon. You have a beautiful baby boy. Have you thought of a name yet?"
"Vincent. Vincent Elias Gordon."