To say the day was getting stranger and stranger was an understatement.
It had started last night, really. Simmons had watched him pace around the precent, watching through doors and windows as they questioned her. Walcott and the cheif had told him in no uncertain terms that he was not allowed in on this case.
That should have been her first clue. Well, second really.
The first clue had come the night before when it looked like the two of them were finally going to take this little relationship of theirs to the next level. She had been sure he was going to ask her too, he was nervous she could tell, but she didn't know why until his cell phone had rang. He jerked his head up from her kiss like he'd been yanked.
She wondered who's ring tone had pulled him away. It wasn't work she'd already heard and rolled her eyes at that one "Bad Boys". The mourgue was the theme from weird science. This was a new one, a kinks song she thought, listening carefully.
"What the hell am I doing?" He had muttered breathlessly looking to the ceiling. At thetime she'd thought he was refereing to his sudden disinterest in her kiss and had moved back towards him.
He pushed her back gently and answered the phone.
"Hey what's up? No of course you can still call.. It's just been a while-." He turned his back to her and walked a few steps towards the dorr. "Hey, what's wrong? It's not nothing, you're crying. What's wrong? What? Okay. Okay I'm coming."
He put the phone down and grabbed his coat from the chair. He hadn't even looked back towards her as he rushed out the door.
Lu grabbed her jacket and followed. He had seemed startled when she caught up with him.
"I-." He had just shook his head at her remorsefully. "I'm sorry I drug you into the middle of this."
"Woody, of what?" She'd asked shaking her blonde head.
"Of.. the dance... of the thing.." He had whispered vaugly as he got into his car. "I have to get to the station."
"I'm coming with you." She had told him frimly opening the passenger door.
"You should stay out of this." He'd muttered. "I was stupid to make you a-."
"What's going on?" He had hastily started the car, his need to get to the station and what ever had occured out weighing his desire for her not to be a part of it.
"I don't know yet." His voice was tense and worried, and the words were the last he spoke unitl they reached the station. He had pulled away when she tried to reach out for his arm. She didn't try again.
Now he didn't seem to notice she was in the room.
She watched him run his hands over her face and look into the observation room where Walcott stood with Santana. Renee shot him a concerened glance.
"Hoyt. You should wait in the confrence room. I'll have them bring her down to you when they finish." He nodded reluctantly, peeling his eyes from the sight of her and wandering down the hall. "I swear one of these times, he's not going to be able to bail her out. That woman's going to cost him his whole career." She shook her head remorsefully. "I hope she's worth it."
"He loves her." Santana said softly. "You do crazy things for the people you love."
Lu Simmons suddenly realized the dance she had unwittingly inturupted. The 'thing' she was in the middle of.
She looked into the interogation room at the brown haired medical examiner as she flipped her eyes to Matt Seely and looked pleadingly at him. Seely shook his red head gently and layed his hand on her arm. Simmons wondered why everyone always rushed to help her.
Seely and Carver opened the door and left her sitting there alone in the room. Simmons took a step forward as the two detectives confered with Walcott.
"So I take it you're the kinks ring tone that stopped him in his tracks?" She said softly, Jordan shot her teary eyes up to the blonde.
"Yeah." She breathed. "'Tired of waiting' if that doesn't tell you I'm not a threat then I don't know what does." She looked down a the table. "Is he here?"
"Walcott sent him away." Simmons told her sharply. "She's trying not to get him all tangled up in this. He's a good cop. Apparetnly they think you're a bad influence." Jordan nodded to the table, never looking up at her. "Maybe you should think about that before you use what ever power you have over him to reel him into the spiderweb you seem to always be tangled in."
Her voice was low, but cold. She watched a slow grin flash across Cavanaugh's features.
"I'm not a threat to you Tallulah. He chose you." Her words slipped out of her mouth in a near inaudible whisper.
Simmons drew herself up stiffly.
"Yeah.. he did." She turned and walked back down the hall way. Past Walcott and the crowd of detectives. She was almost to the door of the conference room when Matt Seely's voice thundered down the hall way.
"She's gone!"
Woody's POV
"She's what?" He pushed back Simmons and started towards the group. "What the hell did you say to her?" He drew his body up towards the other detective protectively.
"Nothing I.."
"Find her." Walcott yelled. "She couldn't have gotten far. Call the morgue and get a team over there." Woody made a move towards the door. "Hoyt! Stay out of this."
"Are you going to arrest me?" Woody looked into the DA's eyes mustering up all the strength he could for the show down.
"Not yet. No." She hissed.
"Then get out of my way." He growled back pushing past her and out the door. He was already to the car when Simmon's ran out in front of it.
"This doesnt' concern you." He told her frantically waving her away from his path. She opened the door and climbed in instead. "Go back inside."
"Where are you going?" She shouted at him.
"I have to find her. She wouldn't go to her appartment. It would be suicide to go to the morgue. She might try to go to-." He looked suspitiously at Simmons. What the hell wasI thinking? "Please get out of the car."
She looked at him like he was insane. He reluctantly started to drive. He could hear her rattling off the list of reasons why he shouldn't be doing this as he pulled around the corner, stopping suddenly in front of the morgue. Nigel and Garret would know. They'd know.
"What are you doing?" Simmons asked looking from him to the building.
"I have to get to her before they do." He moved from the seat, yelling back at her. "Stay in the car. You have nothing to do with this."
He ran into the building. What had he done? Why in the hell would she call him to help her and then run before he even had the chance to talk to her?
