"What's all this?" Maggie asked surprised, when she entered the morgue. All four slabs had bodies on top of them, and on every fridge door, a label hung to identify the body inside.

Alex was standing next to one of her slabs, cutting open a fresh but mutilated body.

"A debt that needed to be settled," the doctor said. "A train crashed earlier today, and I have to get a name and a cause of death for all of the thirtyseven casualties."

"Damn, that sounds like a lot of work," the detective whistled. "Do you have time for lunch? I brought lasagna?"

"My favorite," Alex smiled and put down her tools. "My office?"

Maggie nodded, eager to get out away from those bodies.

"You know, for a homicide detective, you're very uncomfortable around dead bodies," Alex teased, while they were eating.

"I usually don't have to be around them that often, just see them once on the scene and then on the crime scene photos," Maggie defended herself.

"What a sacrifice you make to come and see me here, then," Alex said grinning, the flirting stronger than her self control.

"Alex," Maggie sighed.

"Sorry," she looked back down at her lasagna.

"I didn't mean it like that, Alex. I just don't want you to get confused and hurt again, that's all," Maggie said.

"I can take care of myself, thank you," Alex bit back.

"I know you can," the detective said, and Alex had a hard time staying angry at her when she was looking at her like that.

"How did your talk with Lane go?" Maggie asked her, changing the subject.

"Good, he was a little thrown off by our initiative, but he has given us until next Friday to prove to him that there's a mol in the precinct."

"That's eight days, it should be doable to have something by then," the detective said.

"I hope so. I trust the DEO, but it bothers me that I can't do anything to help. I'll be here identifying bodies all weekend," Alex sighed.

"Then let me help?" Maggie offered.

"At the DEO?" Alex asked surprised.

"No here, with the bodies," the detective clarified.

Now Alex was even more confused.

"But you hate being around dead bodies," she pointed out.

"I'll suck it up," Maggie shrugged. "Besides, I can always look at you to feel a little better," she smiled.

Oh god, there were those dimples again, Alex thought. Wait, was she just flirting with me?

The realisation dawned on the detective as well, because she blushed and looked away.

"I'll come back when I've finished up upstairs," she said. "Then I'll be yours all weekend."

Again, a realisation about what she had just said dawned on the detective, and she made quick excuses and left in a hurry.

***SANVERS***

What am I doing? Maggie thought to herself while she was climbing the stairs.

She had been flirting with Alex, without even thinking about it. She was making everything more complicated, when it had supposed to be a friendly offer.

Friends. That was what they were supposed to be. Just friends.

It wasn't fair to Alex, how she had just behaved herself. She would have to be careful not to do it again, this weekend. The woman had been through so much already, she didn't need any of Maggie's indecisiveness on top of that.

She needed to distract herself by doing what she did best: she'd detect. Maggie thought about the missing person's file she couldn't find. Alex had known from the beginning she wouldn't be able to find one. In her theory, if someone would be in on this from the inside, they would have gotten rid of the report right after it had been filed. That meant someone had filed a report, an officer had written it all down, and the mol had known about it and had gotten rid of it.

There had to be a way she could find out who it was.

Of course, she suddenly realised, there's a camera pointed at the front desk and one at the entrance. She should look at the footage of those cameras, to find out when exactly that missing person's file would have been filled out.

Back at her desk, Maggie ignored the dirty looks Max had been given her all day already. He really didn't take his loss well, she thought. Grabbing a hold of the closest pile of missing person's files, she started listing each date and time that was noted on top of the files.

"Haven't you already checked all of those?" Max asked, curious about his partner's behaviour.

"Maybe I've missed something," Maggie deflected his question. "Don't you have your own investigating to do?"

"We've been through those files three times already. I'm calling it quits, there's no way we'll find her in there the fourth time around. But please, feel free to look at them again, I wish you the best of luck," he said, got up and walked away.

Perfect, Maggie thought, he won't be asking me about the case then either, if he has already determined it a cold case.

It took her a few hours to list every date and time, for the amount of files was depressing. By then the room started to empty out, people taking an early start on their weekends. For Maggie it proved to be the perfect opportunity to check out the security camera footage she needed, without anyone asking questions.

Instead of returning to her desk, she found herself walking towards the morgue.

"Can I use your office?" she asked Alex when she walked inside. "I have a hunch, but I can't be looking at these when other people might see it," she explained, holding up the dvd which contained the footage.

"Sure, make yourself at home," the doctor said, not even looking up from her dead body. "There's leftover lasagna in the fridge if you want. You left in such a hurry after lunch, you forgot it."

"Thanks," Maggie said, and felt her cheeks grow hotter. "I'll be in there if you need me," she said and hurried inside the office.