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The Day - Part Two

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AN: Ah...I had to go to Sydney for a month, and after that, my grandfather died. And we have had trouble with our Internet connection...so...sorry about not updating sooner.

I do have one rant however, and I wish to get it off my chest.

---rant begin--- The TV station I have out here DOES NOT GET Law & Order: Criminal Intent!!!! sob, weep I feel so deprived! They have the new series (the one with Bishop in, 'cause I'm in Australia and as such is about a season or two behind America), in Brisbane, but apparently, because I am 'out bush' (2 hours away from anything that even pertains to a town), I can't get Channel 9!!!! We get Law & Order: SVU, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (THANK GOD!!!!) CSI: Miami, and NCIS, but NO BLOODY L&O:CI!!!!!! AAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!! ---rant end---

As normal, I do not own Bobby sob, sob, weep, weep or any of the other characters.

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"I don't get this. Two suicides? Both women? And within 24 hours? This is getting weird," Alex murmured.

Bobby and Alex were investigating another crime scene. The CSI had requested that they come over. Bobby was on the ground, looking at what remained of the woman lying on the pavement.

He looked up the rise of the 20-storey building towering above him, "So she committed suicide by jumping off?"

The head CSI shook his head, "That's what we thought at first, but we found evidence of two people up there."

"Two people?"

"Yes, we found a partial print of a man's shoe, size 13."

Alex whistled, "That's big. That's even bigger than yours, Bobby."

"Can you identify the make of the shoe?"

"Unfortunately, no. The print was only partial, he must have stepped in some bird guano."

"I want to have a look up there."

"Sure, go ahead. We'll just bag the body and send it to the coroner's office."

As Bobby and Alex made their way to the roof, he was silent, trying to gather his thoughts. "We have one unidentified body of a woman who appears to have committed suicide by jumping off the roof of this building. However, due to the fact that evidence was found that someone had been up there with her, it is now believed that she was pushed or thrown off. Witnesses also say she didn't make a sound as she fell."

Alex said quietly, "Maybe she was already dead when she was thrown off the roof. But why go to all that trouble? Why try to make it look like a suicide?"

Bobby shrugged his shoulders, "I'm afraid I don't know that."

"Do we know the name of the pill lady?"

"Hmmm? Oh, yes, her name was..." he rustled around till he found his place in his folder, "...Ms. Janet Durbody."

"Janet...Durbody?" Alex asked, a queer expression in her voice.

"Yes, apparently she was an aide of the Mayor's office, hence why he wanted us on the case," he looked up at her sharply, "Why?"

Alex looked away, "It's nothing, I..."

PING! The elevator stopped at the top floor and Alex gratefully stepped out. Bobby followed quickly behind her, as they made their way up the stairs to the roof.

The female CSI on the roof had just finished taking the pictures when Bobby arrived, "Here," she said, "This is the partial print we found. We also found evidence of human tissue on the concrete roof."

"She was dragged?"

"More than likely. We won't know exactly how she died until the coroner finishes with her."

Bobby began to pace around the crime scene, putting on some gloves as he did so. The CSI looked at Alex questioningly, "What is he doing?"

"He's good. He...does this a lot. While you've probably got everything even remotely pertaining to the case, but he just likes checking around to see the evidence as it stands in the crime scene." Both women looked back at Bobby.

Suddenly he stooped and peered intently at the ground. Alex and the CSI moved over and examined where he was looking. There was a scrap of red leather, near the edge of the roof.

"We believe that was part of the woman's handbag. Her shoes were not red leather."

"Believe? You don't know for sure?"

"We haven't found the handbag yet," the CSI explained.

Bobby lifted up the scrap of leather and examined it closely, "This was not from the woman's handbag," he said.

"Why do you say that?" Alex asked.

""This came from our perp."

"Again, why do you think that?" Alex questioned.

"From what I could see of the woman's clothing, she was not wearing any colours that would look good with a red leather handbag." He looked up sharply at the two women before him, daring them to say something. Alex just shrugged. "That and the fact that this leather is too thick to be a handbag leather. It's more inline with the perp's shoes or clothes. I'm going for shoes on this one."

The CSI looked at Alex in disbelief, "Like I said. He's good." Alex said.

"We will learn nothing more here," Bobby said, "It's getting late, and you lot will probably need more time to process the evidence," he remarked to the CSI, who nodded in agreement. He motioned to Alex who obediently moved off after him.

Just before the elevator stopped at the ground floor, Alex murmured quietly, "Yes, it is getting late, and I still own you for another 14 hours. I will see you at your house later, after I get changed into something " she grinned to herself as she walked out of the elevator, knowing full well that Bobby's face had drained of all colour. He would be fretting, she knew, but he would be too much of a gentleman to ask what she was up to.

Almost 2 hours later, she turned up at Bobby's doorstep. The way he had answered the door just after she had pressed the doorbell, meant he had been pacing and getting very nervous. He opened the door a crack and peered out, hesitantly. 'Yes,' she thought, 'Very nervous.'

"Umm...hello?" Bobby asked, all his usual confidence gone as he stared at her dressed in a very large overcoat, with a large package under one arm.

"Hello Bobby, are you going to let me in?" Alex grinned, evilly.

He opened the door some more let her in. She placed the parcel on the sideboard, and was about to take off the coat, when he cried, "Not yet! I haven't even closed the door yet!"

She looked over her shoulder coyly and took off the coat anyway revealing...a simple pair of comfortable jeans and an interesting blouse, "What?" she asked with an evil grin, "What did you expect?"

"I...uh...I..." he stammered, "I thought..."

She grinned again, "I have something here," motioning to the parcel, "That is going to keep us...amused..." she said that word with a lot of relish, "For the rest of the night...."

His face paled again as he looked at the large parcel, and cursed Deakins again, while he wondered what the devil he had gotten himself into.