Kirsten sighed deeply. Did he have to always answer his phone? She watched as he listened to whoever was on the phone. Their thighs were touching, and Kirsten gently placed her hand on his leg. He tensed under her hand, and for a moment she thought she had done something wrong, but then he relaxed.
"We've got another sample," Cameron said when he hung up. "We can finish this later." He gave her a small smirk.
"Is it related to the Sampson case?" Kirsten asked, getting up off the couch and grabbing her bag.
"Yeah, Maggie said it's important." He replied, grabbing his keys.
Back at the lab, Kirsten suited up and climbed into the fish tank. Their sample was named Marcus Snow, a man who worked closely with both Jason and Luke. He was a financial expert, and Luke was his intern, according to his file.
"I need a go-no go for Stitch neuro sync." Cameron said from his station.
After various 'go's' from each station, he turned his attention to her. "You ready, Cinderella?" he asked.
The nickname made her smile slightly. "Anytime you're ready, Prince Charming." She replied.
"On my mark. 3, 2, 1…mark."
Kirsten was thrown into the consciousness of Marcus roughly. It almost hurt.
"Kirsten? Are you okay?" Cameron asked immediately.
"Yeah, I'm fine. What happened?"
"Don't know. We're working on it. Can you see anything?"
Kirsten looked around. She was in a memory, but some areas were out of focus. The room she was in was in was large, with light blue carpet and floral walls. In a word: ugly.
There was a fireplace, but it was slightly blurry, like she had something in her eye. She blinked rapidly, but it didn't help. There was also a human shaped figure next to it, reading a magazine, but they were out of focus too.
"I'm in a room, but some things are out of focus." She told Cameron.
He hummed slightly, and she heard the tapping on his keyboard.
Suddenly the room changed. It was an office building, and Marcus was sitting behind a large oak desk, talking angrily to someone on the phone.
"I'm in Marcus's office." She told Cameron.
"I'm looking at the files right now, Lee! There are four unaccounted for transactions in the past week! And before that two more!" Marcus yelled.
She could hear shouting from the line on the other side; it was Lee. "I'm not asking you for the moon, Marcus! There should not be any transactions! We're losing money!"
"These transactions are for more than 100,000 dollars each! I can't explain them, but it's your account and you are the only person to have access to the money."
Kirsten moved around to the other side of the desk and looked at the computer with the files. There were multiple spaces that were labeled: Lunch with a Client, advertising, etc. But Marcus was right; there were four spaces that were unlabeled for over 100,000 dollars in the week.
"Lee is missing money," she said into the earpiece. "Marcus can't explain it, but I feel like he suspects Lee knows what it's for. Move me closer to his death."
The room shifted, and she was back in the ugly room like before. This time, it was completely in focus. The fireplace had an intricately carved mantle of dark wood. Marcus was standing near a window in the back, holding a glass of whiskey while looking out into a grassy courtyard.
"I hate lying to you, Marcus." A man's voice said, and Kirsten turned around.
Lee Sampson was sitting in a large office chair behind Marcus. Lee was also holding a glass, but his was mostly empty now.
"We're supposed to be partners, Lee. I need to know where the money went."
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that, Mark. I'd have to kill you." He joked, but something in his face told Kirsten he wasn't completely kidding.
"What am I supposed to tell our partners when they ask where their money is going?"
"Make something up. I trust you'll do the right thing here, Marcus." Lee was clutching his glass so tightly that his knuckles were going white.
"Lee, you know I can't do that. I'm an honest man."
Lee was standing now, but Marcus's back was turned. The glass in Lee's hand was being held so tightly that it was about to break.
"I thought you'd say that." Lee said, his voice at a deadly whisper.
Marcus was turning around when the glass snapped and Lee was holding a large sliver of the crystal like a knife.
"Lee, what-"
Lee shoved the shard of crystal into Marcus's ribcage, effectively cutting off anything he was about to say.
Kirsten flinched, feeling the pain Marcus did. Gasping, she typed in her pincode rapidly and bounced.
After she dried off and changed, they met in the conference room.
"Lee was the one to stab Marcus, but that doesn't explain the murders of Lisa and Jason." Kirsten said.
"There's no way a 60 year old man could've killed Jason with a blunt object. The only reason he got Marcus was because it was a surprise." Camille pointed out.
"Maybe he hired someone to do it?" Linus suggested.
"That would explain the money going missing," Cameron said. "But who did he hire and why?"
Maggie nodded. "I'll call Fisher and tell him to bring in Sampson. Maybe he has something to say about this. Good job, everyone."
They all gathered their things to head home for the night. Kirsten glanced at her phone; 6:45 pm. It wasn't too late.
"I believe we had something to finish, cupcake." Cameron's voice whispered into her ear as they approached the elevator.
Kirsten shuddered slightly, and Camille shot her a questioning glance. Kirsten ignored her, and instead turned to face Cameron.
"Can I have a ride?" she asked casually.
"Of course, want to grab dinner first?" he asked smoothly.
Kirsten nodded and got into the elevator.
"Hey, I'm going over to Linus's place." Camille said in the elevator.
"Okay," She shrugged.
They barely made it to the apartment before she turned to Cameron and grabbed his shirt roughly and brought his lips to hers. He made a noise of surprise, but quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
She had her fists clenching in his shirt, not letting him move an inch. His lips were warm and soft, and his hands were toying with the hem of her shirt in the back. He swiped her lip with his tongue, asking for entrance which she gladly granted.
Without breaking away, he opened the apartment door and pulled her inside, slamming it shut and pinning her against it.
A small part of her wondered if this was real. She hadn't been sure for the longest time that this is what she wanted, but now that it was happening it was all she cared about. Not dead housekeepers or lawyers or a stitch lab, but Cameron. This was exactly what she wanted.
