Hey, welcome back! Some trouble for Alix...
Alix was hesitant in the hallway.
"Darcy? Are you there?"
She made a few steps and went into the bed room. Alix eyes opened wide, she was frightened and held her breath. Darcy Cole was sitting on the floor, in her underwear, leaning with her back against her bed. Her left arm was tied off with a hose, a syringe stuck into her vein. Alix didn´t have to check on her pulse, Darcy's broken eyes said it all. Her stomach clenched painfully, not again, Alix thought. She tried to breathe calmly, with moderate success.
"Washington PD, take your hands up!"
Suddenly came an energetic voice from behind. Alix did as she was told and turned around slowly.
"I didn´t say turn around, Miss!" the voice said, approached Alix and started to frisk her for weapons.
"What the hell are you thinking? Get your hands off me!" Alix indignantly protested, "I didn´t do anything, she was already dead."
"Sure thing," Mr. Washington PD said, "you can turn around now, Miss. And, Breaking and Entering I wouldn´t call nothing. What´s your name and what are you doing here?"
"My name is Alexandria Talbot and I am a friend of Miss Cole, Officer."
"It´s Detective Samson," he corrected her, "a friend who had some trouble with Miss Cole? You have rioted in the hallway, a neighbor has reported that. The apartment door, it simply sprung open, then?"
Samson was annoyed, it was always the same thing, storytelling time. The suspect seemed a bit disheveled, as if she had just stepped out of bed. Bleary-eyed and pale.
"Did you want to buy dope from her?"
"Buy dope?"
Alix believed herself being in the wrong movie, "which idiot made you a detective? You have no idea who you're talking to, apparently." Alix gave him a stare, Hotch would have been proud of. "Do I look like a junkie? If you assume that, you may not have seen any of them before. Maybe a change of profession is in order! Security guard at walmart, perhaps." Alix said, after a short break.
"One more word and I´ll arrest you", Samson said, what a bitch. "I need to call for support here, do me a favor and shut up, for a moment? Sit down on the chair, you look like hell."
"I'm probably just missing the next shot," Alix snapped sarcastically.
Meanwhile Samson had touched the dead girl carefully, she was already cold.
"Yeah, central? This is Det. Samson, badge number 7783. I´m at 725, Cade Street. Possible overdose. Name of the victim, Darcy Cole. No, girl´s dead, no need for an ambulance. Coroner and forensic´s, Marty. And Marty? Today!"
"725, Cade, over there," Reid said, "where the patrol car is," his voice became husky, at once.
"There is certainly a plausible explanation," Morgan said quietly. What he thought was, not again, please. Not again. He could not help but think of Haley, back then they had all come too late.
They found out, that Darcy Cole had not appeared in the hospital for duty. Alix had also found out this fact. She had pressured a nurse for her address and headed straight to her.
Without informing Hotch, Morgan thought. Either she was incredibly stupid or she really had balls. Morgan tapped on the latter, his boss was not into barbie´s.
"You think she's in trouble?" Reid asked.
"I hope not, pretty boy," Morgan parked the car and they entered the house with guns drawn.
"I'm probably just missing the next shot," Morgan heard a woman's voice in a snippy intonation. Sounds like she has balls, Derek grinned and knocked at the door frame.
"FBI, we´re coming in, Officer."
"Detective", Samson said exasperated, when Reid and Morgan entered the room.
"You´re all right?" Reid asked the redhead.
Alix nodded, "you must be Reid and Morgan? Aaron told me a lot about you. Sorry, we haven´t met before. But enough sweet talking, why don´t you tell this...stiff that I'm not a junkie and that Darcy Cole wasn´t either. This isn´t an OD!"
"Wait, Alix" Reid interrupted her. "It's not helpful calling this Officer a stiff."
"It´s Detective, for God´s sake" Samson said again. And, judging by his tone, the next one, calling him 'Officer' was about to get shot.
"You really know her? My deepest sympathies", he growled, "Can someone tell me what is actually going on here? Since when are drug addicts within the jurisdiction of the FBI? "
" Miss Cole was a witness in a FBI investigation, it is possible that she was murdered. We take it from here."
"The Talbot girl broke in here," Samson etched again.
"Is that true?" Derek asked her.
"Actually I have only fulfilled my duty as a citizen. I felt as if I had heard strange noises in the apartment and have interpreted this as an emergency. I stepped in, that was all." Alix remembered an excuse, her ex-husband had used.
"Strange noises from a dead body? Must have been a zombie. You don´t believe that crap?" Samson said frustrated," then it´s my time to leave. CSI is on it´s way."
With a last grim look towards Alix Samson was gone.
"You fulfilled your duty as a citizen?" Morgan repeated, "I've never heard such rubbish before."
"But she's right, there is an judgment of 79, the State of Georgia vs. Ted Wilbur. Wilbur actually...But this is perhaps not so important," Spencer said, interrupting himself, he had noticed Morgan's annoyed expression.
"I´ll call Hotch," he said instead, and went out the door.
"Hotch," Alix said, suddenly frightened, "I didn´t tell him, what´s up. How angry you think, he´ll be? He´ll kill me?"
"Well, I would," Morgan muttered angrily. "You put yourself in an impossible situation. What if the killer had still been here?"
"I'm sorry," Alix said regretfully.
"You don´t have to tell me, tell Hotch," Morgan said. "When we arrived here and saw the patrol car, my heart almost stopped. What do you think, goes on in Hotch? He already lost one woman, he loved."
He pulled on his gloves.
"What are you doing?" Alix wanted to know.
"Darcy Cole had a brother, Sam. He is one of the possible victims. We assume that something has aroused her suspicion. That´s why she has worked as a volunteer, she has been investigating."
"One of the victims, how many are there?" Alix asked, horrified.
"Including your mother we consider five possible vic´s." Spencer answered Alix question.
"Hotch said you better go home and wait for him there. He didn´t want, I mean, he's just in the middle of a conversation he cannot talk to you right now."
Spencer was looking for some friendlier words, than that, Hotch had just used. Alix realized, she screwed up, big time.
"You must not talk nicely, , I realize that I am in trouble. Now I have to get me out of this mess." Alix said firmly. "Thank you for helping me out here." She made her way home.
"Really that bad?" Derek asked, when Alix was out the door.
"Hotch was pissed, but I think most of all he was worried." Spencer also pulled on his gloves and searched for something useable.
by the way, any suggestions who Alix ex-husband might be? I placed some hints in this and the following chapters. Ideas?