Lonely girl

"What did you find out?" Sofia sat down with her coffee and watched Greg, who had made himself comfortable in the armchair. They were at Starbucks, away from the lab, so they could talk without having one of their colleagues, especially not Sara, listen to them.

"She got a couple of messages last night and this morning she left the lab as the first one. I walked past her car last night when I came back from a scene, there was no bag visible, but it could be in the trunk. Cath asked her who sent her messages in the night and all Sara answered was 'nobody', made it obvious, she didn't want any more questions about it. Nick and Warrick thought about hacking into her telephone list or steal the cell phone and have a look themselves, but I told them, that was a very bad idea."

"They do that and Sara will never talk to them again and I can understand her." Sofia said. "If somebody steals my cell phone and checks on the computer who sends me messages, I'd get angry too. We're also trying to find out, who is the mystery person, but at least we respect the law of privacy. Nevertheless, I feel guilty sometimes."

"Me too. We meet for dinner tonight, why don't you join us?"

"Are you sure Sara would like that?"

"I don't know, can't see a reason why she should be mad. Plus I want to hear all about your concert night, want to see photos. How was P!nk?"

"Hot!"

"Oh, she most definitely is hot. How did you get the ticket? I tried to get one, but they were sold out. I think the only way to get one was pre-ordering them and for that, you needed to be a member of her fan club. Or win them in the radio."

"It was…fucking perfect." Sofia smiled. "Great show, great music. I really like her attitude. When she split up with her husband, instead of whine and cry, she made a cool rock song about it. I don't think I could do it. Break-ups make me pretty sad."

"Nobody with a half a brain breaks-up with you." Greg smirked. "And stupid people aren't worth being with you. Pretty easy."

"Thanks."

"Plus, you still have me, you're still a cool ass-kicking cop and a beautiful woman. No need to whine about an idiot, there are a lot of people out, who are much better…talking about it, got somebody?" He cocked his head.

"Are you hitting me, Greg?" Her voice was amused with a little bit of shock. This better was a joke and not a serious question, she didn't need him hitting on her. Greg was a great man, a wonderful friend, but he wasn't the one she wanted. And she didn't want to tell him whom she wanted. It wasn't fair to tell him and not tell Sara, was she felt for her.

"No, just wondering. A beautiful woman like you should have a lot of admirers."

"Only one." The second she said it, she regretted it. It had been a reflex, words blurred out without thinking.

"Whom?"

Now it was too late to pretend she never said it or change the topic. "I've no idea. Somebody left the ticket for P!nk in my locker." There was no reason to mention the second envelope too, not too many details about something, she couldn't put her finger on, what it meant, what she should think of it.

"Seriously?"

"Yes. When I opened my locker that morning, an envelope with the ticket fell out. I've no idea who put it in there, I dusted it for prints, nothing."

"Was there a message with it?"

"No. Only the ticket and that's it."

"Wow…must be somebody from the department, other people can't get to your locker, there are no names on the locker, so whoever put the ticket inside, knew it's your locker. Or chose the wrong locker, which make you a happy woman, but not the one, who was supposed to get the ticket at the first place."

"My name was written on the envelope."

"Okay, it's yours. Did you recognize the handwriting?"

"No, it were capital letters, made it impossible to tell, who wrote them."

"Honey, we just got a second case, the mysterious letter person."

"Shouldn't we concentrate on our Rubia Elo case? After all, we didn't get far. Actually, we have no clue and frankly, I've no idea how to get answers. We can't get a PI to follow her."

"We could, as well as we could follow her ourselves."

"Greg, we can't spy on Sara, she'll kill us if we do it. It's like Nick's and Warrick's ideas. We can overstep a certain line."

"You're right." He sighed.

"Does she ever talk or her cell phone or are it always text messages?"

"Always text messages. I've never seen her making a private phone call."

"Strange. No even in her break time? Does she spend her breaks with you?"

"When we have our breaks together, she doesn't talk on the phone, only the messages."

The blonde closed her eyes. This case seemed as difficult as her own, private envelope case. No matter from where you looked at it, there was nothing, that helped you out, got a step closer to your solution. Very strange, very annoying.

"When we have dinner with her and she isn't too pissed I'm there too, we need to ask our questions very carefully. As soon as she thinks, we're interrogation her, try to find private things out, she'll storm away. You know it as good as I do."

He nodded.

"Okay, what time and where?"

"Seven, the dinner on Flamingo next to the petrol station."

"I'll be there. Go home and catch some sleep, Greg."

"She won't make it easy on us, Sofia."

"No, she's way too private for that." Sofia left the Starbucks and walked to her car, Sara on her mind. She was a lonely girl, the brunette. Wasn't it sad that she hit so much? Tried to keep people out of her private life? Why? Who hurt her, who did something bad to her, so that she didn't trust her colleagues, her friends, anymore? Or at all.

So Lonely girl, tell a tale for me
Cuz I'm wondering how you really feel
I'm a lonely girl, I'll tell a tale for you
Cuz I'm just tryin' to make all my dreams come
true

Yes, she was a lonely girl herself. Didn't tell anybody what she felt about Sara, hell it took her an eternity until she confessed herself, she had feelings for the brunette. Why didn't she tell Greg what she really felt for Sara? If anybody understood her, it was him. He was her friend and still, she didn't let him know about her feelings, like she didn't tell Sara. Looked like they were both lonely girls.

But when whoever sent the brunette the text messages, was a secret lover, then Sofia was the only lonely girl in this story.