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Chapter 2: That was unexpected

Heero sipped his coffee without taking his eyes off of the files in front of him. He briefly looked up when the another detective entered their break room.

"How's that case coming?" asked the blue eyed, blonde detective.

"Slow," Heero answered darkly.

"I heard about the latest evidence you found," Quatre said as he sat down next to him, unwrapping his lunch. "So at least one of McPierson's books was seen in the previous five crime scenes?"

"Um," Heero sounded, still focused on the papers he was reading.

"So, you think McPierson's your guy, or rather, girl?" asked Quatre. "Could be a way of leaving her 'signature' you know."

"I don't know, something doesn't seem to add up," Heero said thoughtfully. "For one thing, why give your name out just like that?" The detective sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"What came out of the background check?"

"Nothing. It's like the girl doesn't exist. I told the guys to keep digging until they find something."

Heero stood up and got more coffee. "What's the motive though?" he wondered. "I mean, why take out the victim's heart?"

"Revenge, jealousy. Who knows? I heard a girl's mind could be pretty twisted. There was this woman over in L.A. who decided to saw off her boyfriend's dick just because she saw him with another girl. I think she pleaded temporary insanity because she had PMS and –"

The brunette gave the other man a look.

Quatre raised his brows. "What? I saw it in the news." When Heero continued to give him a blank stare the blonde cleared his throat. "Er… right. Anyway, do you know for sure that this 'Lenira McPierson' really is a woman? The name could be a pen name and – "

"That's it," Heero suddenly interjected. "McPeirson's a pseudonym. That's why there's nothing on this person. I better – "

The detective paused when a female officer ran inside the break room looking for Heero.

"Detective, a call just came in. They think it's another one," she told him. "Only this time the victim manage to hold off the killer and call the police."

Quickly putting his mug down, Heero gathered his files and rushed out the room.

"Quatre," he said over his shoulder. "I want you to give me a call as soon as the guys find something."

xoxoxox

Heero glanced down at his notes. He looked back at the pale woman in front of him, watching for anything suspicious in the girl's voice or behavior. After the encounter with her attacker, the girl was lucky to escape with only a few scratches and a bump on the forehead. She said it had been pure luck that she landed a swift kick to the guy's privates before running for her bedroom. From the look of things he was not quite sure if she was just trying to get some attention in relation to the recent serial killings.

"Ms. Po, are you positive that it was a man that attacked you and that he's the serial killer on the loose presently?" the young man asked the blond woman.

"Yes, how many times do I have to tell you it was him! I can't give you an exact description since he was wearing a mask, but I know it was him."

The man was beginning to get on Sally's nerves. True, she was still a bit shaken from the attack, but her irritation towards the detective was starting to chase away the shock.

"Look," she said. "I'm not exactly sure why he didn't just start hacking at me, but it was him. He said so himself. He kept asking me how I liked what he did to the other victims. I tried to get away. There was a brief struggle before I managed to lock myself in my bedroom and call the police."

The browned-hair detective suppressed the frustrated sigh he was holding. "Is there anything else you remember?"

Sally unconsciously rubbed her arms, uncertainty clearly written on her face. "Well, there was one thing that seemed kinda odd. He kept calling me 'Lenira'."

This got Heero's attention. "Did you say 'Lenira'?"

"Yeah, you know the famous mystery writer, Lenira McPierson. For some reason he thought she was me."

Question after question was flying in Heero's mind. The police had not yet released the latest information about their recent finding to the press. There was no possible way that this girl could know about the author's link to the murders.

"Ms. Po, do you have any idea why he would think you're this writer?" The detective carefully watched the girl's expression. He can tell that Sally knew something.

"No, not really," came the hesitant reply.

"Do you know 'Lenira McPierson'?"

Before she can answer a uniformed cop appeared by the kitchen door. "Detective I think you should come see this."

Heero followed the man to another room. It looked like one of the bedrooms, but boxes were everywhere. Brown eyes surveyed the room before landing on a table piled high with books. He cursed under his breath when he read who the author of those books were. His thoughts, however, were interrupted when he heard the sound of pounding feet followed by a woman's panicked voice.

"Sally! Where are you?!"

The detective quickly turned on his heels to leave the room, but collided with the said woman in the hallway as he emerged from the doorway. Reflexes took over as both individuals instinctively reached out to each other for balance. As soon as a pair of brown eyes met blue, the two froze and just stared at each other.

"Heero …"

"Relena?"

xoxoxox

Quatre caught a movement from the corner of his eyes and saw an officer holding a folder walking towards Heero's office. He quickly excused himself from his other colleagues to intercept the man.

"Lieutenant," the blond called out. "Are those the files on Lenira McPierson?"

"Yes, sir. We just finished the research. I'm just about to drop it off in Detective Yuy's office." The man shook his head. "Boy, the press is really gonna have a field day when this gets out."

"Here, let me see that." Quatre ordered. "Yuy asked me to inform him right away once you figure out who the writer was."

Blue eyes widened in shock when he saw the familiar name listed on the paper. "The press is not the only one we have to worry about. I think we're gonna have one very pissed off CEO if this ever leaks out to the press."

xoxoxox

"Relena!" Sally shouted.

The girl in Heero's arms released her hold on him and turned to see Sally walking towards them. He watched the younger woman console the other blond and he in turn tried to recover from the unexpected surprise. She was the last person he expected to see. He gave both women a few minutes to talk about what had happened before gesturing to the officer beside him to follow.

"Ms. Po, we need you to come with us to the police station for questioning." Heero said calmly.

The uniformed officer walked up next to Sally. Something passed between the two women, a look that did not escape the detective.

"Wait. I already told you everything that's happened. What more do you want?"

Heero turned to see Relena looking at him and looked away from the intense blue eyes. "We need to question you about your connection to 'Lenira McPierson' and the murders."

Relena blinked. "Wait, what? … Murders?" She looked from Sally to Heero. "What does a fiction writer have to do with murdering anyone?"

"Recent evidence showed that a copy of McPierson's book where found at each crime scene from the murders for the last few months," the detective told them with a stony expression. He watched the comprehension leap into their eyes as the implication of his words sank in.

"Hey, look mister," Sally started heatedly. "You got the wrong person. I already told you it was a guy that attacked me. Relena had nothing to do with it." Sally's eyes went wide and immediately clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Alright, what is going?" he demanded, his patience running thin. "What does Relena have to do with this?"Somebody better start telling me something or I'll –" Heero frowned when his cell phone started ringing. He saw the station's number displayed on the window and pushed the call button.

"You better be calling me about a good news," he told the caller.

"I got what you wanted," Quatre said on the other line. "I just don't think you want to know who it is."

"Spit it out Winner."

"Well, you'll never guess who Lenira McPierson is." Pause. "It's Relena Peacecraft."

Author's notes:

Okay, I don't really like how this chapter turned out. I've tried to fix it up in different ways, but I just can't seem to make it work that well. Anyways, tell me what you think please (if you can't tell I'm actually begging here, he he :)). And thanks so much to my first two reviewers raigne and RedLion2! Really appreciate your support guys!

Preview from chapter 3:

"I wasn't staring at you," Heero answered, his voice tinged with irritation.

"Was it Relena perhaps?" Rebecca gave him a mischievous smile as she slid her hands up his chest.

Heero tensed at both the action and the words. But before he can deny anything. The girl before him gave a small laugh.

"Don't bother denying it. I've seen the way you look at her at school when you think no one was looking." She wrapped her hands behind his neck, effectively sealing off the space between their bodies. "You know you can never have her. Me on the other hand, am perfectly willing."