Chapter 9
Confidentiality
While Horatio and Frank were trying to get information from Alexia's attacker, Alexx was walking into the morgue to start the post on the victim that was brought in from the park. She finished the preliminary work on the body and was about to start the autopsy when she heard a sound coming from the far side of the morgue. She put down her scalpel and walked over to a set of cabinets that held her medical books and journals. Someone was crying. Alexx slowly peeked around the corner of the last cabinet to see Alexia, at least she had Alexia's clothes on.
"Alexia?" Alexx asked.
Alexia nearly jumped out of her skin and looked up at Alexx. Alexx breathe caught in her throat as looked down at Alexia.
"Alexx," she began, "please don't tell anyone. No one can know."
Alexx kneeled down as close to Alexia as she could get and took in Alexia's appearance. She noticed the wig on the floor and a new box of contacts next to a duffle bag.
"Alexia, are you undercover honey?" Alexx quietly asked.
"I can't answer that Alexx." Alexia said.
"Ok, honey," Alex answered, "Let me look at your cheek. That bruise and cut looks nasty."
Alexx helped Alexia get her hair back up and her wig back on. Alexx cleaned up the cut on Alexia's cheek and put a couple of butterflies on it. She put Alexia's contacts back in for her. Then Alexx did a quick x-ray of Alexia's jaw to make sure that it wasn't broken or cracked.
"Your good to go, honey." Alexx said with a smile.
"Thank you," Alexia replied, "Alexx, I have your word that you won't say anything to anyone . I mean anyone."
Alexx looked into Alexia's now hazel eyes, "I spend the day with dead people honey and they don't talk."
Alexia attempted a smile, but found that her cheek was too sore to do so. She got off the table and picked up her duffle bag.
"Thanks Alex." Alexia replied, walking out of the morgue and upstairs to the locker room.
Horatio was standing outside in front of the lab, talking to Frank.
"Frank have you seen Alexia since her attack?" he asked, concerned that she may have been injured.
"No, I haven't," Frank replied, "You think something has happened to her?"
"I don't know Frank," he said, putting on his sunglasses, "but that guy was after her for a reason and I want to know why." He made a phone call and found that Alexia had checked back in.
Both men walked back into the building. Frank went to talk with some of the older officers and Horatio went up to the lab, just as he stepped out of the elevator, Alexx met him.
"Alexx, have you seen Alexia?"
Alexx saw the concern in her friend's eyes, "She just left the morgue. She's probably in the locker room."
"Is she ok, Alex?"
"She's fine," she answered, "She was just shaken up."
Horatio nodded and made his way to the locker room. He paused outside the locker room; looking through the windows, he saw Alexia sitting on the bench. He went into the locker room.
"Detective Davis?"
Alexia turned her head just enough to see who was there. She saw that it is was Horatio. She put her duffle bag into her locker, shut it and stood up. Alexia walked over to Horatio. He noted that she had a slight limp. Probably from her fall, he thought.
"I'm ok, Horatio." Alexia said softly, looking at the floor.
Horatio gently place his fingers under Alexia's chin, "let me have a look at that."
She let him pull her face up. He turned it to the side enough for him to get a look at the bruise and cut on her cheek.
"Alex took care of it." she offered.
Horatio nodded, showing that he approved. He knew that from his interrogation with Alexia's attacker, that there was something more going on.
"I need to know who that was Alexia." he said.
Alexia sighed, sitting down on the bench and played with the ring on her right hand. She knew he needed to know, but at this point in her investigation, she could tell him.
"Horatio, I …" she faltered, "I can't disclose that information."
He kneeled down in front of Alexia, "Are you in danger?"
Alexia looked at him and saw the deep concern in his eyes. She gave him a rare smile, "I've got people looking out for me." With that, Alexia got up and walked out of the locker room.
He watched her walk out, admiring the strength of the young woman. There was obviously something deeper to Alexia's history that what her file said.
