The next morning, Lexi pulled into the SIU lot, and saw Nash's 1971 yellow 'Cuda. He had to be there. This new note hadn't come through her office. It had come right to her home. And the message promised that they wouldn't miss the next time. She had asked Robert to meet with Captain Bridges. She probably should have gone to her own team first, but her initial instinct was to turn to Nash. She took off her helmet, and walked up the ramp, and onto the barge. A uniformed officer pointer her towards Nash's desk, but he was standing next to Joe's desk discussing something. Two uniforms walking past Joe's desk made a comment about the hottie who had walked in, and Nash glanced up. Lexi was striding towards him in ripped blue jeans and a logo tee, her motorcycle helmet in her hand.
He tried to hide his smile and straightened up to greet her. "Miss Lee, to what do we owe this pleasure?"
Joe, Harv and Antwon looked up, then at each other and went back to their work - keeping one ear on the conversation and one eye on the show. Lexi sat her helmet on a chair and reached for her back pocket. "I got another letter," she said, pulling it out. "This one came to my apartment, not through Michael's office."
The envelope was the same as the rest, plain white no. 10 size, with Lexi Lee printed on the outside, only this time with her street and apt. number instead of her management companies address: no postmark, no stamp, no return address. "Harv, Joe, Antwon," Nash looked behind him. As they came up, he looked at Lexi. Almost as if she was reading his mind she said, "I opened it, Geoffrey delivered it, as far as I know, we're the only two who touched it."
"And Geoffrey wears gloves," Nash nodded. Harv had put on plastic gloves and took the letter from Lexi. "Did you call your crew?" he asked.
Lexi shook her head, "I just came straight here." Nash touched her arm lightly and smiled reassuringly at her. She glanced at him with concern.
Joe looked between her and Nash. Something was going to happen between these two, if it hadn't started already. Harvey was reading the letter, and let out a low whistle. "This guy is getting serious," Harvey said. "He's actually alluding to something happening tonight."
Harvey held it so Nash and the others could read it.
LEXI,
I HOPE THINGS GOT HOT ENOUGH FOR YOU YESTERDAY. SORRY I MISSED YOU. MAYBE THIS WILL HELP YOU TO REHEAT YOUR CAREER. LOOKS LIKE YOU'VE FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO BUY OFF THE POLICE. GUESS HE WOULDN'T TAKE MONEY. TELL ME, HAVE YOU DECIDED? IS IT THE RED OR THE BLACK DRESS FOR TONIGHT'S GALA DINNER? THEY BOTH LOOK SO LOVELY. I GUESS YOU SHOULD ASK YOURSELF, "WHICH ONE DO I WANT TO DIE IN?" DO YOU CARE ABOUT DEATH, ALEXANDRA? OR SHOULD YOU WELCOME IT? IT WOULD CERTAINLY BE A BETTER CHANGE FOR YOU. YOU ARE ALREADY WANTING TO MAKE YOUR LIFE "HEAT UP". THAT INSPECTOR CAN'T DO IT. YOUR VIDEO AND ALBUM CAN'T DO IT. THE ONLY AMOUNT OF HEAT THAT CAN TRULY WARM UP YOUR FROZEN LIFE IS HELL. HELL! THAT'S WHAT IS WAITING FOR YOU. AND YOU CAN'T BUY YOUR WAY OUT OF IT!
MONEY WON'T SAVE YOU. YOUR SECURITY TEAM CAN'T SAVE YOU. SAN FRANCISCO'S FINEST AREN'T ABLE TO SAVE YOU. YOU'VE BOUGHT YOUR TICKET. YOU'VE PAID YOUR WAY. FANTASY MEETS REALITY, AND IT DOES IT TODAY. SEE YOU TONIGHT.
"Does any of this make sense to you?" Joe asked Lexi. "I mean, they're jumping around. Talking about a dress, buying off cops, and then this whole last bit."
Lexi glanced at Nash, then back to Joe. "Some of it. I have two dresses for the dinner tonight; I've been having trouble deciding which to wear."
"A red and a black," Nash nodded. "This last bit, isn't it from an Angel Dolls promo?"
"It was an ad spot, and also our concert opener," Lexi bit her lip. "It ended with See you then' for the ads and it does it tonight' for the concerts."
"I think this person is referring to the dinner when they say see you tonight," Harvey stated. "They ask you which dress you want to die in."
"Joe, call the Mayor's office," Nash instructed, "Harv, get that letter analyzed. This guy is shifting patterns, maybe getting frustrated and slipping up. Antwon, get a crew over to the Wyndham Pierce and have it swept before the dinner tonight. I'm gonna update Miss Lee's security team, and get a crew over to her apartment. That letter didn't come through the mail, so I want to know how it got there."
Lexi stood, watching the team get to work. When Nash hung up the phone he was using, he looked at her. "Your team and mine are meeting at your apartment. Let's go." He looked at his partner, who was wrapping up his phone call. "Joe? Are you coming?"
"Yeah," Joe placed his hand over the receiver, "One second."
Lexi's bike roared through the streets with Nash and Joe in the 'Cuda behind her. "Is there more going on with this case than you're telling me?" Joe asked.
"What are you talking about, Bubba?" Nash laughed at Joe's accusation.
"You seem pretty chummy with our diva up there," Joe said. "Even that letter implied something."
As they stopped for a traffic light, Lexi right in front of them, Nash responded curtly to Joe's questioning. "Let's just say, we found some common ground in our conversation last night. She's co-operating with the investigation, and I don't call her a prissy little diva."
"Hey, Nash man, don't get defensive. If I was single and studly like you, I'd be going for it. I mean, she's pretty easy on the eyes."
"Bubba," Nash laughed, shifting the car into gear, "You are definitely loco. I'm old enough to be her father."
Joe looked at Nash. He knew there was something more, but he wouldn't press, yet. "Okay man," he smiled instead. "Whatever you say."
At Lexi's penthouse, Kathy was talking to Robert, Lexi's security team advisor, when Nash, Joe, and Lexi arrived. "Lexi!" Kathy exclaimed when her roommate came in, "Robert says you got another letter! When did this happen?"
"Sorry, Kat," Lexi apologized. "I opened the letter, you were in the studio. I didn't even think, I just took off."
"And scared me out of my mind!" Kathy was rather upset.
Robert interjected, coming over to take Lexi's hand. "You're right, you didn't think. You should have called me first thing, Lexi. Kat called me when she couldn't find you. I was on my way over when the office put Captain Bridge's call through."
"I know you're supposed to be working together on this," Lexi pulled away from Robert and went to her couch. Sinking into the cushions, she stated, "I don't know. I just automatically went to the SIU."
Robert did not appear to happy to hear about this. As he discussed the case and recent incident with Joe and Nash, Lexi filled Kat in on the morning's happenings. Nash's CSI team came in and swept the apartment. They found nothing out of the ordinary, but took the security tapes from the day back to the SIU. Michelle arrived as the police crew was leaving. "Miss Lexi?" she sat on the coffee table in front of Lexi. "Are you all right? Did something happen? I took your costume back, and waited for you at the salon, but when you didn't show and didn't answer your cell phone, I came back here to make sure you were okay."
"Michelle," Kat pulled the assistant onto the couch. "We got another letter, this time it came here."
"Here?!?!" Michelle squeaked. "He knows where you live?"
Nash and Robert were in dispute over an issue of the case, when Nash either won his argument, or decided he had. He walked over to the ladies and looked at Lexi. "I need both of you to pack a bag. You're not staying here, since it may not be safe. Kathy, you're going to a safe house with Robert, and, Lexi, you're coming with me. But first I need both of you to switch outfits. If this guy is watching you, he knows what you're wearing. Robert says you have disguise wigs. I need you to put them on. We're going to try and get this guy to follow Robert and Kathy, if he is watching. and distract him from following Lexi and me. So let's get going."
"I'll pack your bag, Miss Lee," Michelle hurried off down the hall.
"What about the danger you might be putting Robert and Kat in?" Lexi asked Nash. "This guy wants me, I don't want to risk them."
Kathy started to reassure her when Lexi cut her off, "No! I want to know they'll be safe. That Kat will be safe."
Robert kneeled in front of Lexi and took both her hands in his. "We'll be fine, Lexi. It's all worked out. I promise Kat will be fine. I wasn't there yesterday to help you, and I would kill myself if you had been hurt. I promise that all of this will work out, and we'll catch this psycho."
He had placed one hand to her cheek, very tenderly, and his feelings towards Lexi were obvious to those around him, except for Lexi. This was Robert, her security guard: this is how he reassured her. Kathy looked from Robert to Nash to Lexi, and got up saying, "I guess I'd better go pack."
Nash took Joe back to the SIU. He needed Joe to head over to the hotel and help go over security precautions with Nikko, Lexi's bodyguard. While there, Harvey reported what he found. "Nothing, boss," Harvey sighed. "I'm gonna look through these tapes and see if anything comes up."
Nash nodded and told him, "Okay, but don't work too late. I want you in on this dinner tonight. Get Joe to fill you in."
"Gotcha," Harvey replied as Nash walked out.
When Nash got back to the 'Cuda, Lexi had moved to the passenger's seat. "So where am I going?" she asked him.
"My place," Nash replied pulling out of the parking lot. "You're going to be under my supervision until we catch this clown."
"Does that mean I should cancel my date for tonight?" she teased.
"Nah," he smiled back, "As long as he doesn't mind being interrogated first, and having a police escort."
"Oh...he'd hate that," she laughed. "I guess I'll have to cancel. I hope you own a tux."
He tried to hide his smile and straightened up to greet her. "Miss Lee, to what do we owe this pleasure?"
Joe, Harv and Antwon looked up, then at each other and went back to their work - keeping one ear on the conversation and one eye on the show. Lexi sat her helmet on a chair and reached for her back pocket. "I got another letter," she said, pulling it out. "This one came to my apartment, not through Michael's office."
The envelope was the same as the rest, plain white no. 10 size, with Lexi Lee printed on the outside, only this time with her street and apt. number instead of her management companies address: no postmark, no stamp, no return address. "Harv, Joe, Antwon," Nash looked behind him. As they came up, he looked at Lexi. Almost as if she was reading his mind she said, "I opened it, Geoffrey delivered it, as far as I know, we're the only two who touched it."
"And Geoffrey wears gloves," Nash nodded. Harv had put on plastic gloves and took the letter from Lexi. "Did you call your crew?" he asked.
Lexi shook her head, "I just came straight here." Nash touched her arm lightly and smiled reassuringly at her. She glanced at him with concern.
Joe looked between her and Nash. Something was going to happen between these two, if it hadn't started already. Harvey was reading the letter, and let out a low whistle. "This guy is getting serious," Harvey said. "He's actually alluding to something happening tonight."
Harvey held it so Nash and the others could read it.
LEXI,
I HOPE THINGS GOT HOT ENOUGH FOR YOU YESTERDAY. SORRY I MISSED YOU. MAYBE THIS WILL HELP YOU TO REHEAT YOUR CAREER. LOOKS LIKE YOU'VE FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO BUY OFF THE POLICE. GUESS HE WOULDN'T TAKE MONEY. TELL ME, HAVE YOU DECIDED? IS IT THE RED OR THE BLACK DRESS FOR TONIGHT'S GALA DINNER? THEY BOTH LOOK SO LOVELY. I GUESS YOU SHOULD ASK YOURSELF, "WHICH ONE DO I WANT TO DIE IN?" DO YOU CARE ABOUT DEATH, ALEXANDRA? OR SHOULD YOU WELCOME IT? IT WOULD CERTAINLY BE A BETTER CHANGE FOR YOU. YOU ARE ALREADY WANTING TO MAKE YOUR LIFE "HEAT UP". THAT INSPECTOR CAN'T DO IT. YOUR VIDEO AND ALBUM CAN'T DO IT. THE ONLY AMOUNT OF HEAT THAT CAN TRULY WARM UP YOUR FROZEN LIFE IS HELL. HELL! THAT'S WHAT IS WAITING FOR YOU. AND YOU CAN'T BUY YOUR WAY OUT OF IT!
MONEY WON'T SAVE YOU. YOUR SECURITY TEAM CAN'T SAVE YOU. SAN FRANCISCO'S FINEST AREN'T ABLE TO SAVE YOU. YOU'VE BOUGHT YOUR TICKET. YOU'VE PAID YOUR WAY. FANTASY MEETS REALITY, AND IT DOES IT TODAY. SEE YOU TONIGHT.
"Does any of this make sense to you?" Joe asked Lexi. "I mean, they're jumping around. Talking about a dress, buying off cops, and then this whole last bit."
Lexi glanced at Nash, then back to Joe. "Some of it. I have two dresses for the dinner tonight; I've been having trouble deciding which to wear."
"A red and a black," Nash nodded. "This last bit, isn't it from an Angel Dolls promo?"
"It was an ad spot, and also our concert opener," Lexi bit her lip. "It ended with See you then' for the ads and it does it tonight' for the concerts."
"I think this person is referring to the dinner when they say see you tonight," Harvey stated. "They ask you which dress you want to die in."
"Joe, call the Mayor's office," Nash instructed, "Harv, get that letter analyzed. This guy is shifting patterns, maybe getting frustrated and slipping up. Antwon, get a crew over to the Wyndham Pierce and have it swept before the dinner tonight. I'm gonna update Miss Lee's security team, and get a crew over to her apartment. That letter didn't come through the mail, so I want to know how it got there."
Lexi stood, watching the team get to work. When Nash hung up the phone he was using, he looked at her. "Your team and mine are meeting at your apartment. Let's go." He looked at his partner, who was wrapping up his phone call. "Joe? Are you coming?"
"Yeah," Joe placed his hand over the receiver, "One second."
Lexi's bike roared through the streets with Nash and Joe in the 'Cuda behind her. "Is there more going on with this case than you're telling me?" Joe asked.
"What are you talking about, Bubba?" Nash laughed at Joe's accusation.
"You seem pretty chummy with our diva up there," Joe said. "Even that letter implied something."
As they stopped for a traffic light, Lexi right in front of them, Nash responded curtly to Joe's questioning. "Let's just say, we found some common ground in our conversation last night. She's co-operating with the investigation, and I don't call her a prissy little diva."
"Hey, Nash man, don't get defensive. If I was single and studly like you, I'd be going for it. I mean, she's pretty easy on the eyes."
"Bubba," Nash laughed, shifting the car into gear, "You are definitely loco. I'm old enough to be her father."
Joe looked at Nash. He knew there was something more, but he wouldn't press, yet. "Okay man," he smiled instead. "Whatever you say."
At Lexi's penthouse, Kathy was talking to Robert, Lexi's security team advisor, when Nash, Joe, and Lexi arrived. "Lexi!" Kathy exclaimed when her roommate came in, "Robert says you got another letter! When did this happen?"
"Sorry, Kat," Lexi apologized. "I opened the letter, you were in the studio. I didn't even think, I just took off."
"And scared me out of my mind!" Kathy was rather upset.
Robert interjected, coming over to take Lexi's hand. "You're right, you didn't think. You should have called me first thing, Lexi. Kat called me when she couldn't find you. I was on my way over when the office put Captain Bridge's call through."
"I know you're supposed to be working together on this," Lexi pulled away from Robert and went to her couch. Sinking into the cushions, she stated, "I don't know. I just automatically went to the SIU."
Robert did not appear to happy to hear about this. As he discussed the case and recent incident with Joe and Nash, Lexi filled Kat in on the morning's happenings. Nash's CSI team came in and swept the apartment. They found nothing out of the ordinary, but took the security tapes from the day back to the SIU. Michelle arrived as the police crew was leaving. "Miss Lexi?" she sat on the coffee table in front of Lexi. "Are you all right? Did something happen? I took your costume back, and waited for you at the salon, but when you didn't show and didn't answer your cell phone, I came back here to make sure you were okay."
"Michelle," Kat pulled the assistant onto the couch. "We got another letter, this time it came here."
"Here?!?!" Michelle squeaked. "He knows where you live?"
Nash and Robert were in dispute over an issue of the case, when Nash either won his argument, or decided he had. He walked over to the ladies and looked at Lexi. "I need both of you to pack a bag. You're not staying here, since it may not be safe. Kathy, you're going to a safe house with Robert, and, Lexi, you're coming with me. But first I need both of you to switch outfits. If this guy is watching you, he knows what you're wearing. Robert says you have disguise wigs. I need you to put them on. We're going to try and get this guy to follow Robert and Kathy, if he is watching. and distract him from following Lexi and me. So let's get going."
"I'll pack your bag, Miss Lee," Michelle hurried off down the hall.
"What about the danger you might be putting Robert and Kat in?" Lexi asked Nash. "This guy wants me, I don't want to risk them."
Kathy started to reassure her when Lexi cut her off, "No! I want to know they'll be safe. That Kat will be safe."
Robert kneeled in front of Lexi and took both her hands in his. "We'll be fine, Lexi. It's all worked out. I promise Kat will be fine. I wasn't there yesterday to help you, and I would kill myself if you had been hurt. I promise that all of this will work out, and we'll catch this psycho."
He had placed one hand to her cheek, very tenderly, and his feelings towards Lexi were obvious to those around him, except for Lexi. This was Robert, her security guard: this is how he reassured her. Kathy looked from Robert to Nash to Lexi, and got up saying, "I guess I'd better go pack."
Nash took Joe back to the SIU. He needed Joe to head over to the hotel and help go over security precautions with Nikko, Lexi's bodyguard. While there, Harvey reported what he found. "Nothing, boss," Harvey sighed. "I'm gonna look through these tapes and see if anything comes up."
Nash nodded and told him, "Okay, but don't work too late. I want you in on this dinner tonight. Get Joe to fill you in."
"Gotcha," Harvey replied as Nash walked out.
When Nash got back to the 'Cuda, Lexi had moved to the passenger's seat. "So where am I going?" she asked him.
"My place," Nash replied pulling out of the parking lot. "You're going to be under my supervision until we catch this clown."
"Does that mean I should cancel my date for tonight?" she teased.
"Nah," he smiled back, "As long as he doesn't mind being interrogated first, and having a police escort."
"Oh...he'd hate that," she laughed. "I guess I'll have to cancel. I hope you own a tux."