One Police Plaza

After two hours of calling and note taking, Alex finally set her phone down. It had been a long, grueling process to find the bank's statements on the situation between Jason and Thomas, and then to check Dexter's finances. But Alex hung up the phone victoriously and with a proud smile of triumph on her face.

"Now that Thomas is gone, guess who's on the hook for paying $60,000," she said with a smile, which relieved Bobby. He was glad to see her mood brighten, especially with the work she had done to track down Jason's bank and get the bank's statements. But he knew she liked that work, the puzzles and mazes. She loved coming out on top, triumphant. He was very glad he was able to share that with her.

"So shall we ask for a house call from the doctor?" Bobby asked, standing with a grin on his face. Alex smirked as she stood from her own seat.

"I'm afraid Dr. Berg does not make house calls...I believe our situation calls for a walk-in appointment, don't you?" she asked with a teasing glint in her eyes as she smiled across the desks at her partner, slipping her coat over her shoulders. Bobby could have leapt with joy. He absolutely loved when Eames got like this, unleashing her snark and humor. He felt close to her when she was making jokes with him; he knew he was in her good graces when she smiled that genuine smile he loved so much. It was like standing in the presence of an angel.

NYC Wellness Center

Jamie the secretary awaited the detectives at the front desk, looking as sour as ever. Even Alex's smug little smile didn't cheer her up. In fact, it only made her mood even worse.

"Is the doctor in?" Alex asked, sauntering up to the desk in her good mood. Jamie frowned, even scowled at Alex as she continued to smile.

"No, he's not," she answered, not even sparing Bobby a glance, she was so fixated on glaring at Alex. Bobby smiled amusedly, taking the opportunity to quickly take the few steps to the closed door of the doctor's office. Jamie saw his advances and quickly tried to go after him, but Alex stepped around the desk and blocked her way.

"When will he be back?" she asked sweetly, tilting her head smugly. Jamie put her clenched fists on her hips in annoyance.

"He didn't come in today, okay? And he can't go in there," Jamie protested, looking over Alex's head at the intruding detective. He turned the knob and pushed but the door didn't budge. Alex turned slightly to see what was happening, but quickly returned her gaze back to Jamie, her brows raised.

"Do you know where Dr. Berg is, Jamie?" Alex asked, staring intently into the woman's eyes, watching for any signs that the woman might know where the nutritionist doctor might be. Jamie shook her head truthfully, searching the woman detective's face. She watched as her lips curved into a dry smile.

"Well, then...do you know where the key to his office is?" Alex asked, the question accompanied by the dry smile. Jamie didn't find it humorous at all, she only frowned and nodded very reluctantly. She didn't budge from her spot in front of Alex though. Raising her brows, Alex folded her arms across her chest and stared right back at the woman, her eyes hard and cold. Her humor was gone, replaced by irritation and impatience.

"Would you get it for us? Unlock the door for my partner," Alex ordered, unfolding her arms as she stepped away and turned her attention to Bobby. "I'm going to have a looked at the wired gym equipment."

Bobby nodded, watching as his partner disappeared into the jungle of equipment and machines. He then glanced at the other woman in the room, seeing her distaste for Alex evident on her face. Jamie didn't like the woman detective at all; too pretty, smart, and obviously successful. But she was a cop, so Jamie grudgingly walked to the front desk, pulled out her purse and dug around in it until she found the jangling ring of metal. Without making eye contact with Bobby, Jamie unlocked the office door and stalked off to check on any clients that were attending sessions today. Bobby watched her leave with a shake of his head. He then opened the dark wood door to a room he didn't recognize at all.

'Shit,' he thought to himself, looking at the cleaned out desk, empty walls, and all disappeared evidence that anyone ever inhabited the office. Quickly, Bobby backed out of the room and headed for the gym section of the center, pulling out his phone on the way.

Alex walked slowly past machines and racks of equipment, but found only a few even remotely possible weapons, and the area was spotless. She avoided the eye contact of the few people exercising, and ignored the attention of the wannabe musclemen. With a shake of her head, Alex turned onto a new area of equipment. That's when she heard the familiar sound of Bobby's voice and she turned her head to see him hanging up on the phone. She furrowed her brows at his harried state. Something wasn't right.

"The office is cleared out," he reported, shaking his head. "I think he might have ran."

Alex frowned at the situation. This was ridiculous.

"Do you think he's at his home?" she asked, not even allowing herself to hope.

"I just sent some uniforms over there, but I don't think they'll find anything..." Bobby answered, shaking his head. Alex nodded in agreement, having been thinking that same thing yet hoping against it.

"We'll get a report out for him, and let's hope to God that he turns up," Alex grumbled, shaking her head and taking out her cellphone as they headed back towards the front doors.

A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter, guys. Longer ones are coming up. Anyway, tell me what you think! Who do you think is Thomas' killer?