Emily yawned, softly closing the door behind her and tucking Giuseppe's number into her purse. Smiling all the way down the hall, she did a girlish twirl at her door and leaned her back on the wall while she took out her room key.
"Those Italian men..." she sighed, turning back to the door and opening it. It was quiet inside, so she figured Carrie was still asleep. Her jaw dropped when she saw Spencer's vest on the coffee table, and his shirt carelessly tossed on the floor.
"Naughty kids!" She laughed, pulling out her phone. Morgan would have to hear this.
"This better be important," Morgan grumbled. Clearly Emily's call woke him up.
"It's ten a.m. Do you know where your roommate is?" Emily chuckled.
"I figured he was in bed. His door is shut." Morgan yawned.
"Well his shirt and vest are in the floor here, along with my roommate's dress," Emily laughed, and Morgan joined in, chuckling.
"That's my boy," Morgan sighed. Emily walked further into the room, looking around. Something in the floor caught her eye.
"Oh my God, Morgan. You need to get down here, now." She crouched, taking a closer look at the carpet. "I just found blood spatter. There's a trail..." She heard a noise, dropped her phone and picked up the closest blunt object, which was a bottle of champagne on the end table.
"Carrie? Reid?" She called out, looking around before standing up. She tiptoed around the corner, following the trail of blood. It was still red and looked fresh. As she came around the corner she heard something behind her and turned. "Hello?" She called into the other room. She didn't see anything, so she turned back to the open bathroom door. What she saw made her drop the champagne bottle and run forward.
Carrie was lying in the bathroom floor on her stomach, dressed in nothing but black boyshort underwear. She was facing away from Emily, the bloody mass of tangled hair at the crown of her head looked like one of the big flower barettes she wore to formal occasions. Morgan yelled for Emily from outside the door, and she went to let him in, hoping he had called 911 on the way downstairs.
"Cops and ambulances are coming. Where are they?" Morgan asked, walking straight in.
"Carrie's in the bathroom," Emily replied, her voice cracking. "I haven't seen Spencer."
"Let's check both bedrooms." Morgan opened the first door, nodding at Emily, who went to the other.
Morgan stepped into the room and looked around. The room looked like a tornado had gone through it, and it wasn't just Carrie's normal state of clutter. The bedclothes were tangled up in a pile on the floor, a vase of flowers was also in the floor, broken. There was blood on the corner of the dresser, and hair stuck to it. It definitely looked like a struggle, as opposed to a wild night between young lovers. Morgan definitely knew the difference.
"He's not in here, but something definitely went down, I got blood and long blonde hair on the corner of the dresser." He walked out and looked at Carrie in the bathroom floor for the first time. He cringed when he saw his young friend lying there. "That must be how she hit her head. I don't know how she ended up in here though."
Emily called from her bedroom, "Nothing in here at all. I bet the door hasn't even been opened since I left last night." She joined Morgan, who stood over Carrie with a pained look on his face.
"What I want to know is, where the hell is Reid?" He rubbed his eyes. Another knock on the door brought him back from his pondering, and Emily ran to let in the police and medics.