Delphine had been trying to wait for Cosima. They normally ate lunch together. But the blonde was getting impatient. Her stomach ached with emptiness. It had growled hours ago, but even her body had seemed to lose hope.
Cosima hadn't given Delphine much information other than Mrs S and her were having a meeting. It was a spur of the moment choice, and Delphine felt something urgent between the two women. Although she was Cosima's monitor, she was also her girlfriend and tried to respect Cosima's choices to exclude her from time to time.
She sighed, taking off her lab coat. She couldn't wait any longer for Cosima. She needed food.
She had just gotten to the parking garage when she heard the unmistakable sound of large sneakers racing to catch up.
"Hey! Delphine!" Scott called, slightly winded when he reached her. "Um, you didn't tell me you were going to lunch," he whispered.
"I am the boss of you, Scott," she smiled playfully.
"Does Cosima know?" He asked, walking next to her.
"That I eat? She has an idea," Delphine laughed awkwardly, stopping to study him.
"Um, so I wanted to ask about ordering a new microscope. For the lab."
"You know Cosima handled all that. Just have her submit the order form..." she began walking again, headed to her car.
"But... ummm... I need recommendations?" He stammered. Suddenly, Delphine realized what was happening.
She turned, smiling at him. "Scott, you want to order a microscope but don't even know which one," she started.
Scott gulped. "Uh huh," he said forever.
"And you've walked me to my car every day this week, each time asking me some trivial questions..."
"I hadn't noticed..."
"Cosima told you." Delphine said. Her words were harsh, laced with accusation.
"Delphine, everyone is just worried about you."
"Everyone?" Her eyes widened. "So this meeting with Mrs. S..."
When Scott stayed silent, Delphine knew she had her answer.
"Excuse me," Delphine whispered. Scott couldn't tell if she was sad or angry, but he assumed it was a combination of both.
Scott stood helplessly as Delphine drove off.
She drove to Mrs S's house. She contemplated barging right in, but she ended up knocking instead.
"Delphine, what a lovely surprise," Mrs S smiled as she opened the door.
"I need to come in..."
"Of course, love."
Delphine stepped inside, taking a moment to inhale the scent of Mrs S's house. It always smelled like home, so comforting. Even now, the smell was almost enough to calm her.
"Delphine!" Cosima jumped up. "What are you doing here?"
"Cosima, I confided in you," Delphine started, trying to hide the way her voice trembled. "You betrayed my trust, Cosima..."
"Babe, Siobhan is good at protecting-"
"-I'm aware of her strengths. And I could have confided in her if I wanted..."
"Of course, you can always come to me." Mrs S tried to smooth over the situation. Delphine glanced her way, but said nothing. In any other situation, Siobhan's words would have meant the world to her.
"I only told you, Cosima. In my entire life. How many people did you tell? Everyone? How long did it take you to spill my darkest secrets?" A stray tear slid down Delphine's cheek.
"I just thought they needed to know," Cosima whispered.
"That wasn't your choice to make," Delphine whispered.
"Delphine-" Cosima sighed.
"Don't. Just ... don't." Delphine clutched her keys as she headed out.
"Scott, where is she?" Cosima asked. She had burst through the lab doors in a fury. That's how Cosima always was, a tornado that spun through everywhere she went.
"She left. I mean, she said lunch but I thought she might go to see you..."
"She did. What the hell did you tell her?" Cosima demanded.
"Nothing! I mean... Delphine's smart..."
"Yeah. Obvs," Cosima glanced around the expensive lab.
"I just kept walking her to her car."
"You walked her to her car?"
"You know, I pretended to ask her questions each time. I lasted three days," Scott whispered, slightly proud that he had tricked Delphine for three days. He expected her to put it all together immediately.
"Well, she left Mrs. S's to go back to work."
"She's not here. Maybe she took a sick day."
"Delphine never gets sick. And she never misses work."
Cosima grabbed her keys, heading for the door.
"Where are you going?" Scott called.
"I'm going to retrace her steps. She could be anywhere in Dyad, she could have gotten a flat tire..."
"I'll help you," Scott agreed, grabbing his keys.
Cosima rushed to the parking garage, but stopped at Delphine's assigned parking space. There was her car, parked perfectly.
"This is good. She's here!" Scott called.
Delphine placed a hand on her forehead, glancing around. She noticed a small glistening and stepped closer.
"What is it?" Scott called.
Cosima held the tiny gold chain in her hand, her thumb brushing over the dainty necklace. "Delphine's necklace," she whispered.
"Umm, Cos?"
When Cosima turned her head, Scott was standing next to a spot that was unmistakably blood.
"I need to see the security tapes," she said, clenching her jaw.
By the time security collected the surveillance tapes, Mrs S and Sarah had arrived. Mrs S clutched Cosima's hand as they watched the video.
They watched Delphine park her car, and sit inside, dabbing her tears. "I hurt her," Cosima sobbed, realizing how much Delphine had been hurt.
When Delphine stepped out of her car, another car pulled forward, hitting her intentionally. The man stepped out, easily lifting the frail blonde and carrying her to his car. The security officer zoomed in, replaying the horrific accident. He paused it, giving a glimpse of the drivers face.
Cosima pulled a folded piece of paper from her purse, placing the photo against the screen. Despite the obvious signs of aging, there was no mistaking that the man was the same.
"Son of a bitch," Sarah gasped. "It's him."
"And he's got her," Cosima whispered.