Title: Small Things
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: The woman that Agent Reyes and Doggett are investigating is not what she appears to be.
Monica Reyes slammed down the file she was holding. It skidded across the messy desk. "We don't have anything to hold her. Nothing. So, she walks."
John Doggett sighed. "Yes, she walks" He lead back in his government issued desk chair. "The case is closed, Monica."
Flopping unceremoniously in her chair, Reyes frowned. "I thought we had her" Monica reached over and fingered the case folder. Case number X85217-25 was typed on the file's tab. Agent Reyes flipped up the manila front page. Toby Kelly, age 47, Female, Brought in for question about the disappearance of her business partners. Kelly's statements: "He had…….." Monica closed the folder and leaned back in her chair.
John glanced at his watch. "Its 6:30. Whadya say we go grab some dinner and call it a night." Pushing himself out the chair, he put on his suit jacket.
"I think I'll pass. I'm gonna go home and get a hot bath." Reyes stood as well, reaching her jacket. Doggett was one step ahead of her. Holding her jacket for her, Monica slipped her arms in the sleeves and turned to face him. "Thank you" She smiled brightly.
"You're welcome" John's stunning blue eyes were sparkling. "See ya Monday"
"Yep" Monica dug in her pockets for her keys. "Have a great weekend, John" She headed for the door.
"You too" He called after her.
REYES RESIDANCE
8:00PM
Monica snuggled down into hot bubbles of her bath. She let the lavender caress her tired muscles. Tilting her head back against the cool tilt; Monica dwelled on today's events. 'Why did they let Kelly go? We had witnesses, a blood stain in the back of her truck, and phone calls' Monica growled. "It's not FAIR" she yelled into the open air. An hour later, Monica's bath water was cold. Gently climbing out of the tub, she reached for her towel. The soft texture made her smile as she wrapped her body. Pulling the plug to allow the water to drain, Monica sighed watching the tiny ripples of water dwindle. Opening her medicine cabinet, Monica uncapped her toothpaste and smeared a bit on her overused toothbrush. Closing the small door, she started her nightly routine: Brush teeth, remove makeup, floss. She bent her head slightly to spit into the basin. Grabbing her favorite towel to clean her face, she glanced at herself in the mirror. Monica gasped as she saw another figure in the mirror.
TBC