At the museum..
"Dr Rayne, I'm so sorry to interrupt your convalescence like this.." Started Miranda Blake, meeting them at the entrance of the Winston Rayne Hall of Antiquities.
"That's quite all right, Ms Blake, how is Officer Kellig? What happened here?" He asked, concernedly.
"They've taken him to the hospital, Dr Rayne. Please, sit down and I'll tell you exactly what happened." She guided them to her office, and insisted on ordering some coffee before beginning.
"Kellig went for his usual security check at 11:30 last night. The security camera showed him checking out the stairwell and then... nothing."
"A camera malfunction" Mused Derek. The assistant curator shook her head.
"I don't think so, but the police have taken it with them for further analysis."
"Has Kellig said what attacked him?" Asked Alex, keeping one eye on the Ms Blake and the other on her beloved. She was ready to end this interview at the slightest hint of fatigue or upset on the Dutchman's part.
"Yes and no. He said he followed laughter to the stairwell, saw what resembled a tall figure, which faded when he reached it. He went to leave, when someone attacked him."
"Any description?"
Derek leaned forward at that, intrigued by her choice of words. Alex heard warning bells going off in her head.
"Vague. The police are doing everything they can, but I felt that I should let you know personally. I know how deeply distressed you must be feeling. If there is anything I can do to help.. call me day or night."
Ms Blake's voice dropped an octave and Alex suddenly found herself becoming increasingly irratated. Here was Derek, recently back from the dead, having to deal with this when he was supposed to be recuperating - and she was trying to take advantage of him!
Time to put a stop to this, thought Alex, smiling evilly.
"Thank you Ms Blake. I'll be sure to do just that." Alex said sweetly, and put her hand on his leg, possessively. It was clear from her stance and tone of voice that she was warning Ms Blake off.
But it was lost on Derek, though, although he did enjoy her touch.
Miranda Blake however, got the message loud and clear. Clearing her throat, she rose and extended her hand, obviously ending the conversation.
Still oblivious to what was being exchanged between the two women, Derek shook her hand and thanked her for the information. Ms Blake didn't bother extending her hand to Alex - she had seen the long fingernails on her adversary and didn't fancy risking her hand.
They merely nodded at each other, understanding the others position in regards to the tall, handsome Dutchman.
They left the museum.
"How about some lunch, I don't really want to return just yet. It's such a lovely day." Asked Derek, hopefully.
"Alright Derek, lets grab some lunch, but then we have to get back. Ok?" Conceeded Alex, smiling broadly. Her smile got wider as he put his arm around her, escorting her in a gentlemanly manner. It felt so right that they were together - a couple. Alex was more happy then she had ever been.
They went to a lovely little cafe, and shared a delightful two hours eating lunch with cheesecake for dessert. He tried to convince her that he was good for another couple of hours, but Alex read the slight fatigue in his eyes and insisted they went back to Rachel's.
He conceeded the point, and they returned home.
"Hey Derek, Alex. How was Ms Blake?" Asked Rachel.
"Chewed up and spat out." Answered Alex, smugly.
"Oh. Find out anything useful?"
"How tacky Ms Blake is?" Returned Alex, still pissed at the woman's attitude to what she considered rightfully hers.
Just then Derek Rayne came back from the bathroom. He yawned.
"Derek, how are you feeling?"
"A little tired..." Admitted the Dutchman, and yawned again.
"Derek?"
"Hmm?"
"Go take a nap." Ordered Rachel.
When Alex got up too - Rachel shook her head.
"He needs sleep Alex. You go with him, and that will be the last thing Derek gets. You can have him tonite. Okay." The beautiful researcher nodded, satisfied that it was indeed the right thing to do. Rachel was right - Derek needed his rest. Particularly for what she had in mind for tonight....
"Dr Rayne, I'm so sorry to interrupt your convalescence like this.." Started Miranda Blake, meeting them at the entrance of the Winston Rayne Hall of Antiquities.
"That's quite all right, Ms Blake, how is Officer Kellig? What happened here?" He asked, concernedly.
"They've taken him to the hospital, Dr Rayne. Please, sit down and I'll tell you exactly what happened." She guided them to her office, and insisted on ordering some coffee before beginning.
"Kellig went for his usual security check at 11:30 last night. The security camera showed him checking out the stairwell and then... nothing."
"A camera malfunction" Mused Derek. The assistant curator shook her head.
"I don't think so, but the police have taken it with them for further analysis."
"Has Kellig said what attacked him?" Asked Alex, keeping one eye on the Ms Blake and the other on her beloved. She was ready to end this interview at the slightest hint of fatigue or upset on the Dutchman's part.
"Yes and no. He said he followed laughter to the stairwell, saw what resembled a tall figure, which faded when he reached it. He went to leave, when someone attacked him."
"Any description?"
Derek leaned forward at that, intrigued by her choice of words. Alex heard warning bells going off in her head.
"Vague. The police are doing everything they can, but I felt that I should let you know personally. I know how deeply distressed you must be feeling. If there is anything I can do to help.. call me day or night."
Ms Blake's voice dropped an octave and Alex suddenly found herself becoming increasingly irratated. Here was Derek, recently back from the dead, having to deal with this when he was supposed to be recuperating - and she was trying to take advantage of him!
Time to put a stop to this, thought Alex, smiling evilly.
"Thank you Ms Blake. I'll be sure to do just that." Alex said sweetly, and put her hand on his leg, possessively. It was clear from her stance and tone of voice that she was warning Ms Blake off.
But it was lost on Derek, though, although he did enjoy her touch.
Miranda Blake however, got the message loud and clear. Clearing her throat, she rose and extended her hand, obviously ending the conversation.
Still oblivious to what was being exchanged between the two women, Derek shook her hand and thanked her for the information. Ms Blake didn't bother extending her hand to Alex - she had seen the long fingernails on her adversary and didn't fancy risking her hand.
They merely nodded at each other, understanding the others position in regards to the tall, handsome Dutchman.
They left the museum.
"How about some lunch, I don't really want to return just yet. It's such a lovely day." Asked Derek, hopefully.
"Alright Derek, lets grab some lunch, but then we have to get back. Ok?" Conceeded Alex, smiling broadly. Her smile got wider as he put his arm around her, escorting her in a gentlemanly manner. It felt so right that they were together - a couple. Alex was more happy then she had ever been.
They went to a lovely little cafe, and shared a delightful two hours eating lunch with cheesecake for dessert. He tried to convince her that he was good for another couple of hours, but Alex read the slight fatigue in his eyes and insisted they went back to Rachel's.
He conceeded the point, and they returned home.
"Hey Derek, Alex. How was Ms Blake?" Asked Rachel.
"Chewed up and spat out." Answered Alex, smugly.
"Oh. Find out anything useful?"
"How tacky Ms Blake is?" Returned Alex, still pissed at the woman's attitude to what she considered rightfully hers.
Just then Derek Rayne came back from the bathroom. He yawned.
"Derek, how are you feeling?"
"A little tired..." Admitted the Dutchman, and yawned again.
"Derek?"
"Hmm?"
"Go take a nap." Ordered Rachel.
When Alex got up too - Rachel shook her head.
"He needs sleep Alex. You go with him, and that will be the last thing Derek gets. You can have him tonite. Okay." The beautiful researcher nodded, satisfied that it was indeed the right thing to do. Rachel was right - Derek needed his rest. Particularly for what she had in mind for tonight....