"Miss Talos, what a pleasure to meet you." Sofia greeted the woman they had looked for for two days.
"Bite me."
"Thanks for the offer but no thank you. I don't assault suspects." She sat next to Sara, opposite to Cynthia Talos who was accompanied by her lawyer.
"We were looking for you, where have you been?"
"Not your business."
"The report said you were found in Phoenix. That's a long trip, especially when you're suppose to work."
"Fuck you!"
"My mother complains about my manners all the time I think if she'd meet you she'd see I'm not that bad…oh I see you met her. She took you here from Boulder City." Sofia smiled. Her mother had taken over when the police of Nevada told them they had found Cynthia Talos. Sofia's mother, who was in Boulder at that time and wanted to go to Vegas later, had offered to escort the suspect to the LVPD department.
"Two police bitches in one family, a reason to kill the whole family."
"She is really not nice." Sofia shook her head. "And there we go, you assaulted an officer when he asked you to come with him."
"He assaulted me."
"He has a broken rip you look fine."
"Not my fault if he's a wimp."
"Was Giligian Walt a wimp too?"
"Who?"
"Nice try, we've some witnesses who saw you and him. Pleasure and pain are sometimes quite close, aren't they?"
"Where did your witnesses see my client?" The first time the lawyer spoke and from the sound of his voice Sofia didn't like him.
"At Lady Heather's house."
"And what kind of house is that?"
"It's all about pleasure and pain. I wonder if your client was the submissive part or if she was the dominatrix."
"You take whores as witnesses?"
"I've two tax paying civilians with no rap sheet as witnesses. As you will know prostitution is illegal in Clark County, they are pleasure giver. Apparently not sexual but maybe your client can tell us more after she had been there at least three times."
"Rumors."
"I agree with your lawyer, it might be a little bit shady to listen what two pleasure giver tell but the thing is, we found your finger prints in the room with a dead body. Now I believe that people can mistake other people when they've only a quick look at each other but these fingerprints are yours and they were in this room. That tells me you were there."
"That doesn't mean my client killed anybody."
"I didn't say that. I asked her if she knows Giligan Walt."
"They don't tell you their real name, officer."
"Lieutenant." And bang, she liked him even less. Sofia handed a photo of Giligan Walt over.
"Yeah I saw him. And?"
"When did you see him the last time?"
"Don't know, a while ago. He wasn't my type."
"See, there you go. Her prints were in the room from the last time she saw him."
"A while ago? Like a month? Two? A week? Two? Be a little bit more specific."
"Last month."
Sofia looked at Sara.
"I don't call you a liar, Miss Talos, but the fingerprints we lifted weren't that old. These rooms get cleaned daily, we checked that. There are some prints in cleaned room, you never get them all away, but your prints were all over the place."
"They had a bad cleaner, they should fire her. Not my fault."
"Let me be more specific: your prints were above all other prints. We found three different prints next to the victims prints. There were two people in the room the night Giligan Walt was killed before he met his killer. We talked to the other people, they came forward and both have alibis for the time of the killing. Where have you been around midnight? The night from Tuesday to Wednesday?"
"Home I've to work in the morning."
"Yeah we talked to your boss, he's not happy that you didn't show up and didn't call in sick." Sofia leant back. "Give me more than a 'I was at home'. That's not enough."
"You've the prints of my client in a whorehouse, you've no idea how the cleaners work. That's no evidence."
"I told you, we checked the other rooms, they're clean. And the prints of your client are all over the room. If the cleaner would be as bad as you try to make me believe, there would be around one hundred other prints in the room. All these prints are from the night of the murder. Your client has no alibi, if you're worth your money you should make her confess so that she can get a deal for cooperation."
"Fuck you and your cooperation. You've nothing." Cynthia Talos yelled.
Sofia shook her head. Was the woman so stupid or was she playing dumb?
"I've your prints, you have no alibi, isn't that enough?"
"Coincidence."
"I do believe in coincidence." Sara said. "But I don't believe in bad lies. I've got your car only a block away from Lady Heather's place. A traffic camera caught you, perfect in time for being there after the killing. So much for being home." She pushed a photo over. That was on Greg's credit, Her friend had looked through dozens of traffic cameras close to Lady Heather's place and found this photo of Cynthia Talos' car.
"It's not me in the car."
"Not? Think again, we've a CSI in your car, lifting finger-prints. If there are no prints of anybody else you'll be even deeper in this then you already are. And we can see a difference between your print a print of somebody else that might be a couple of weeks old when you had your car in a garage for changing oil."
Cynthia Talos lifted her middle finger.
"No cooperation. Cynthia Talos I arrest your for the killing of Giligan Walt." Sofia didn't feel like talking to this woman any longer. They had a lot evidence, they got more with the car and they'd find something in Talos' house that connected her to Walt. She didn't need a confession to arrest the woman.
"I love you." Sara kissed Sofia softly.
"I love you too and I'm so happy we're not pretending anything anymore." Sofia snuggled into Sara arms.
"Me too. You can't imagine how much I wanted you to be in my arms when I was alone in my bed. Such a stupid idea to end something we enjoyed so much."
"What happened in Europe stays in Europe."
"Yeah, Stupid. I mean why stop something we both enjoyed? We both wanted. It wasn't like it was hurting somebody. We didn't do anything wrong. There was no need to stop it."
"I know. We won't do something stupid like that again."
"We won't have a honeymoon again."
"Only if we get divorced and married again. Some people do that."
"It was wonderful and perfect I don't want to repeat it, it will never be as great and special like the last time."
"True." Sofia kissed Sara's neck. She loved kissing and nibbling on Sara's neck, shoulders and throat.
"I'm glad your mom didn't freak out."
"I told you she likes you."
"As your friend, yes."
"As a person. You heard her, if I'm not nice to you I'll be in trouble with her."
"There's no need that she'll give you some trouble. There won't be anything left of you when I'm done with you."
"I'm scared now."
"You better are."
"Do you really think I'd do anything to hurt you?"
"No." Sara smiled and kissed Sofia. "I don't think that."
"Good. I love you and I don't want to hurt you. I hope I never did hurt you."
"No you didn't."
"Not even the last months?"
"Not your fault that we had this stupid agreement."
"I could have told you I don't want it."
"Same could I've done. But no need to think about that anymore, we stopped that and are finally where we belong: arm in arm in the same bed."
"Talking about the same bed…who'll give up her room?"
"We don't have to give up a room. Your bed is bigger, we can keep this one and mine will be for guests. If that's alright with you."
"Absolutely."
"So tell me, Misses Curtis, what do you expect from your wedding? Now that it turned into a real wedding. What do you hope for?"
"Long nights with my wife."
"We've got plenty of cases, don't worry." Sara smirked.
"I mean in bed, stupid." Sofia poked Sara softly. "More holidays, a lot of shared time together and some support for my child wish."
"You've my support, you know that."
"Do I get a ovum of you?"
"If I've to go to a doctor I want her to take more then one in case it won't work the first time. Usually in-vitro doesn't work right away. How many tries would you take?"
"I've to see how my body reacts, not more than four per year and not longer than two highest three years. The first child with forty-three, that's old. Do you think we can adopt one?"
"One day maybe."
"We'll be too old by then."
"Probably. Okay, are three years alright with you? And four treatments per year?"
"You'll have them, Sofia."
"Yes but you've to live with me. You'll have to handle me when it doesn't work and when I'm sad."
"Like I've to cope with you when you're pregnant and moody and bitchy and…ouch…"
"I won't be moody, Grumpy Smurf."
"If you suggest I'm moody by calling me names, I've to say I'm not moody, I'm steady in a bad mood."
"Yeah, I know that. Warm and welcoming was something else. The ice queen of the night shift, cold bitch."
"Ecklie's pet."
"I've never been Ecklie's pet. If I had done what he wanted me to do Grissom had lost his job I had kept mine we had never worked together."
"I'm so glad you were demoted." Sara pulled Sofia in her arms. "I'm sorry I was that bitchy but I'm really glad you were demoted and came to night shift. I'm glad I met you and that we finally became friends after you were a detective…"
"You mean after you got Grissom."
"Yes." Sara grinned.
"You wasted two years."
"It wasn't wasted time."
"Uh-huh. You could have taken me."
"Sure as if you'd taken me with arms wide open."
"Of course…if I had been very drunk."
"You're already not really nice when you're not pregnant."
"Just like you had been."
"Retrogression."
"Showing how it is to have somebody bitchy around."
"Maybe it's better if I go back to my bed…" Sara tried to get up but was held back by Sofia.
"Don't you ever dare to try that again, Misses Sidle! You'll stay with me in this bed until I tell you that you can go to your old bed with me. You don't sleep alone in a bed anymore. Forget that. You've lost that right three days ago when you told me you love me and you don't want to pretend to be friends. You've to live with me now."
"Have I?"
"Yes. I won't let you go and if you try to fight I'll handcuff you to the bed."
"I knew that is one of your fantasies. Me tight up your bed. That's why you became a detective instead of staying a CSI, you wanted handcuffs for your private pleasure. I bet you used them a few times for more than restraining suspects."
"I don't use my work handcuffs for that, I've a pair of fluffy ones next to the bed and you'll meet them if you won't come back in the bed right away."
"Maybe I want to meet them." Sara smirked.
"Don't dare me."
"Coward."
Sofia got on top of Sara, her lips close to the brunette's left ear. "Your luck is that I love your hands on my body otherwise you'd be restrained until we've to go to work."
"Really?" Sara put her hands on each side of Sofia's hips, started to let them run softly over the naked skin. "Where do you like them exactly?"
"Try to find out. You're the investigator, investigate!"
"My pleasure." Sara pulled Sofia's head down for a long kiss. Maybe she needed her hands and it was good that she wasn't cuffed to the bed. She'd come back to that later.
THE END
The next chapter will be the last one of the "Married by forty" series.
