Don't kill me. I'm sorry for updating late but I'm here now. Even though I was starting to dislike this story, I really like this chapter. Its starting to get really intense. Thank you for the reviews. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi.
His body was sleeping beside me. His completely naked body was sleeping beside my naked body. Oh no. Oh no. What have I done? I rise up and notice our clothing strewn against the room on the floor in different areas. Oh boy. I did it. I did it! Way to have self-control. Events from last night flooded through my mind, making me groan instantly. I realized where we were and grabbed my clothes, before hurriedly putting them on. I noticed the sun was out through the barred windows. Oh shit! I placed on my heels and kicked Eli in the leg. He groaned and stirred before his eyes landed on mine. He smirked, making me roll my eyes.
"Get up and get dressed." I ordered as I opened the door and noticed there was no one in the little room. Phew. I opened the second door and was greeted by dead silence. No one was here yet. But they would be soon. I closed the door and went back in the interrogation room. Eli had his jeans on, but his toned chest was still bare, leaving my wandering eyes to stare. He chuckled, breaking me from my thoughts.
"Like what you see?" He said in a husky voice that made my knees weak.
"You need to get out of here." I whispered.
He walked over to me, predatory like. I held my breath as he stopped in front of me. I felt his hand slither up my arm, over my shoulder, to my cheek. I closed my eyes as I felt his breath fan over my face. Once I opened my eyes, I was staring into his beautiful green ones. They way he can make me feel by a simple touch, and simple stare, is absolutely incredulous.
"Do you want me to go?" His voice was soft.
I suddenly remembered why he was here in the first place. Suspect Clare! Here I am, having sex with a-maybe-murderer. I pushed my hands on his chest, making him step back in surprise. I felt disgusted with myself for even falling into his trap. He didn't like me. He did this on purpose, because he knew I was close. And me being stupid, I fell for it. I turned my back facing the door, with my hand on the handle.
"Finish getting dressed….then leave." I opened the door, through the second one and went through the department. When I was in sight of the entrance, I noticed Jenna walking in with piles of files in her hands. When she saw me, she smiled softly.
"Good morning Clare." Her cheery voice ringed through my ears.
"Good morning Jenna." I said as I past by her and headed outside. Alli entered before I could exit. Her hair was up in a bun today and her coat was held loosely over one arm. Her eyes widened in relief once she saw me.
"Oh my god Clare! I've bee calling you all morning and even went your place! I was worried sick." She wrapped her arms around me for a moment. I was too tired and exhausted to reciprocate the hug.
"Sorry, I was trying to get through Goldsworthy's head all night." I said as she pulled away.
Alli's eyes were saddened before they went in professional mode. Which means she has some information for me. "Dr. Coyne called. She needs both of us at the morgue."
I nodded, "alright, lets go." I started for the door when Alli grabbed my arm. I looked back to her, to see she looked concerned.
"Clare, is everything okay? Maybe I should take this one for you. You look like you need some rest." A figure of black was seen over Alli's shoulder. I looked right at the figure and felt my palms start to sweat. I didn't want to deal with Eli at all right now.
I placed a fake smile on my face and released from Alli's grip. "I'm fine. Let's go." I went out the door before I hear her response and from seeing Eli again.
Dr. Coyne was examining a skull when Alli and I entered the cold place. I cleared my throat which made her head shot up instantly. She smiled and placed the skull on the metal table before, walking over to us and placing her goggles over her head.
"Dr. Coyne." I greeted.
"Detective Edwards," she looked towards Alli. "Detective Bhandari."
Alli nodded in acknowledgement. "So what did you find?"
"Well I found out who your female and male is."
Female? Oh that's right! There was a female and a male murderer. Which means Eli had an accomplice. My stomach churned at the thought of Eli murdering this man, with a help of a woman. I can't believe I forgot there was a women in this. Your focus is impeccable nowadays Clare.
"Alright. We already have a suspect for the male. Who's the female?" I asked.
"That's just it. It's only one person." Dr. Coyne said.
I blinked. One person? How is that possible? Unless the person is a transgender.
I looked over to Alli, to see her eyebrows were shot up in surprise, and was chewing her bottom lip. She was just as shocked as I was.
"So what you're saying is," Alli thought out loud. "This person is physically a female, but mentally…..a male?" She looked to Dr. Coyne for reassurance.
Dr. Coyne nodded. "Exactly. But we couldn't find out who it was."
I took in s deep breath. I tried to separate my thoughts and thoroughly tried to figure them out. If the murder is an FTM….that means Eli isn't the murderer. I tried to not think of my stomach flipping in relief. Who else was there though? This person must've really hated Fitzgerald; having to kill him this brutally.
"Clare, why don't we go back to the hospital? Maybe Bianca knows something." Alli said.
I nodded. "Okay," I turned to Dr. Coyne. "Thank you."
Dr. Coyne nodded before returning back to her skull. Alli and I exited the morgue.
"Well look who it is? What are you doing here?" Bianca spat, with venom dripping from her voice as Alli and I entered her room.
Bianca's bruises were still purple, but her scratches weren't as red. I walked, cautiously, over to her bed and stood beside her. A glare was pointed directly towards me, before her curls were facing my face. I know she still hates me after the attack but….the attack! The same person who attacked me, almost killed her. Which means that person is the killer. But I don't understand something….the man that attacked me was….well, a man. I would know if his features were female.
"Bianca, I know you're still mad at me, but I could really use your help." I said.
She scoffed. "I don't give a shit if you need my help. Just leave."
"Did Mark Fitzgerald know any transgenders in his life time?" I asked, ignoring her demand.
She turned her head sharply to me, her eyes wide. She knows. "How did you…."
"Who is he Bianca? Tell me," I pleaded.
Her eyes suddenly narrowed, her nostrils flaring, her hands balled into fists. She looked away from me and started cursing out loud, venomously. She dug her fists through her hair and started pulling at the roots. "I should've fucking knew it….should've fucking knew it!" She yelled.
Alli came over the other side of Bianca's bed and started to pry at her wrists; to get her to stop. I tried to stop her as well, she finally stopped, her heavy breathing; the only noise in the room.
"Bianca who is it," I cried in frustration.
"The tranny Fitz, Owen and I used to give a hard time in high school. I mean honestly, the freak thought she was a boy! Pathetic."
I tried to hide my anger as I sighed. "Name Bianca."
"Gracie."
How does that help anything? Gracie. The name is not familiar. Oh wait, I think the male name would help. I crossed my arms over my chest and tapped my foot.
"Male name, Bianca."
She sighed over-dramatically. "I think it was….Arnold…..no…..Arthur….no…Andrew….no…Adam! Adam Torrez." She scoffed, "please."
My body stiffened. The witness….that explains it. He was the one that followed Fitz. He went after him while Eli was at his place. He killed him, went back home and pretend nothing ever happened. When I saw him…he was wearing baggy clothes….he looked more feminine than male…..
Oh god.
Alli flickered her eyes over to mine in alarm. She was thinking the exact same thing as I was.
Adam Torrez murdered Mark Fitzgerald.
The remainder of the day, consisted of Alli and I going over the facts of the case. We picked up Adam Torrez and hauled him to the department. He seemed calm and collective. Something that struck me as odd. We tried to figure out who attacked Bianca and I, since Adam wouldn't be able to be the one, we wondered if the attacker was linked to him. Probably was. We haven't questioned Adam yet, he has been in the interrogation room all day, waiting. Alli thought we should question him together. I agreed but she wanted me to get rest before we did.
I tried to protest, but Alli being stubborn, she didn't stop until I agreed to leave. Adam was held in contempt for the night as I was driving away from the department. My mind drifted to Eli. Did he know that his best friend was being held for murder? I think he did know. Maybe he was covering up for Adam. But that's against the law. My stomach lurched at the thought.
In a way I feel bad for Adam. Even though I don't know his side of the story, I couldn't help but having what Bianca say upset me to an extreme. She doesn't know what it feels like to be a transgender. Although, Adam's actions are not right, I feel like when I hear his side of the story, it's going to make me feel sympathetic. Who am I kidding? I already do feel sympathetic. I felt tears prickle down my eyes as I parked my car in the parking lot.
I went upstairs to the foreign door, wondering why I chose to come here. I stayed at the door for a few moments. Before I could knock, he opened the door. I stared at him as the tears still fell down my face. He wasn't surprised when he saw me standing there.
I ran to him and pressed my lips to his, my arms already locked around his neck. He lifted my thighs over his hips and turned around so he could close the door with his foot, before carrying me to his bedroom.
