"Don't give me that shit, 'Jonathon.' We know what you did. How you shot
that little girl and her mother because of a lost infatuation with her.
Don't try to lie. It won't help you one bit," Bobby snapped at the denial
by the suspect. Bobby and Alex had been working on a certain case for a
long time. A certain man named Jonathon Frist shot a mother and her
daughter because he had been watching her, but when she kissed another man,
he snapped. But, nobody could understand what Jonathon had been thinking.
"I'm telling you! I didn't do it," Jonathon slammed his hands on the table as he stood up.
"You can't deny to DNA Mr. Frist. It is always right, we have your fingerprints on the gun. And if you even think that for one minute, you can try to defend your lousy self against science, then you have a problem man. One that even a major psychiatrist can't cure." Bobby stared at the man standing in front of him with depressed and angry eyes. He then walked out of the room.
"You've sure done it this time Jonathon," Alex stared at him as well and went out to retrieve Bobby before he did something stupid.
"Bobby! Bobby stop," Alex started to run after Bobby.
"What Alex? That man shot an innocent woman and her daughter just because she kissed someone. What do you think about that? How can you be calm about this?"
"Who said anything about me being calm? You know what you need, a drink. I'll take you to the bar, so you can stop thinking about this." Alex put her hand on his arm.
"Okay, but don't let me get too carried away. My family does not have a very good record with alcohol," Bobby rubbed his hand on his forehead.
"Okay, let's go."
-At The Bar-
"Come on Bobby, I think you've had enough." Alex grabbed Bobby's shoulders to take him back to the car. He was really drunk; she was scared if he would do anything more stupid than what he had done before.
"You know what Alex? You've been really good to me and I want to pay you back for it." Bobby turned around and looked Alex in the eyes. Next thing she knew, he was kissing her like he had never kissed anyone before.
"Bobby!" She pushed him away and dragged him to the car.
-At her apartment-
"Yes, thank you. Um, Robert will not be checking into his apartment tonight, he is having problems. And he will be staying somewhere else. Sorry for the inconvenience." Alex got off the phone with the receptionist at Robert's apartment building. "Bobby, get some rest. I'll wake you up in the morning for work."
"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are Alexandra? I mean, you should be a model for all those beauty magazines."
~ Oh God. He's really drunk. Just stop saying these things Robert. ~
Robert just sprawled over the toilet and threw up for the third time that night. She couldn't deal with it.
"I'm going to bed. Goodnight, and clean yourself up before you fall asleep in front of the toilet." Alex walked upstairs to her room. As she sat down on her bed and took off her jacket, she began thinking. Isn't it that people always tell the truth when they are drunk? What if he was telling the truth? What if he doesn't remember that he spilled his heart out that night? What if he forgot that he told her she was beautiful? What would she do then? She finally decided to just go to sleep and not to change into her Pajamas. So Alex just went under the covers, and turned out the light.
"I'm telling you! I didn't do it," Jonathon slammed his hands on the table as he stood up.
"You can't deny to DNA Mr. Frist. It is always right, we have your fingerprints on the gun. And if you even think that for one minute, you can try to defend your lousy self against science, then you have a problem man. One that even a major psychiatrist can't cure." Bobby stared at the man standing in front of him with depressed and angry eyes. He then walked out of the room.
"You've sure done it this time Jonathon," Alex stared at him as well and went out to retrieve Bobby before he did something stupid.
"Bobby! Bobby stop," Alex started to run after Bobby.
"What Alex? That man shot an innocent woman and her daughter just because she kissed someone. What do you think about that? How can you be calm about this?"
"Who said anything about me being calm? You know what you need, a drink. I'll take you to the bar, so you can stop thinking about this." Alex put her hand on his arm.
"Okay, but don't let me get too carried away. My family does not have a very good record with alcohol," Bobby rubbed his hand on his forehead.
"Okay, let's go."
-At The Bar-
"Come on Bobby, I think you've had enough." Alex grabbed Bobby's shoulders to take him back to the car. He was really drunk; she was scared if he would do anything more stupid than what he had done before.
"You know what Alex? You've been really good to me and I want to pay you back for it." Bobby turned around and looked Alex in the eyes. Next thing she knew, he was kissing her like he had never kissed anyone before.
"Bobby!" She pushed him away and dragged him to the car.
-At her apartment-
"Yes, thank you. Um, Robert will not be checking into his apartment tonight, he is having problems. And he will be staying somewhere else. Sorry for the inconvenience." Alex got off the phone with the receptionist at Robert's apartment building. "Bobby, get some rest. I'll wake you up in the morning for work."
"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are Alexandra? I mean, you should be a model for all those beauty magazines."
~ Oh God. He's really drunk. Just stop saying these things Robert. ~
Robert just sprawled over the toilet and threw up for the third time that night. She couldn't deal with it.
"I'm going to bed. Goodnight, and clean yourself up before you fall asleep in front of the toilet." Alex walked upstairs to her room. As she sat down on her bed and took off her jacket, she began thinking. Isn't it that people always tell the truth when they are drunk? What if he was telling the truth? What if he doesn't remember that he spilled his heart out that night? What if he forgot that he told her she was beautiful? What would she do then? She finally decided to just go to sleep and not to change into her Pajamas. So Alex just went under the covers, and turned out the light.