Summary: Goren and Eames investigate a homicide crime that brings up horrible memories from the past and breaks silence of deadly secrets that never should have been discovered.

Note: Don't know where the streets are located or suburbs are in New York. I'm from Australia, sorry if I have anything wrong in any stories.

Sometimes secrets are better kept deep.

Secrets

Chapter 4: The Perp

"Sit down here," Goren said, pulling out chair for Mark, opposite Detective Eames. Mark sat down, smiling as he realized they made him sit facing the mirror.

"You want them to see my face that's fine with me," he said, giving Detective Eames a flirtatious smile. She gave him a look and glanced at Goren.

"So, why didn't you tell us you saw Olivia the night she disappeared?" Eames asked.

"Because I knew that must have mean that I killed her which I didn't by the way and –"

"I'll advise you not to answer any more questions," a voice said firmly as the large man, about almost as old as Carver, came in the interrogation room.

"I'm Colin Matthews, Mark's attorney," he introduced himself.

"Also he's brother?" Goren questioned.

"No, he's cousin," he corrected, glancing at Goren and Eames. "Step cousin actually, so I'm not a blood relative," he smiled at Mark. He smiled back at the two detectives glancing at each other in dismay. "I need to talk to Mark alone," he said firmly and glared at the detectives.

"Right, no problem," Goren replied, in a bright tone. Eames followed him out of the interrogation room, as they went to the other room to see Mark and Colin talking but turning off the sound so they couldn't hear any of the conversation. Denise was with Deakins and Carver looking angry than ever before.

"Why did you arrest he didn't do it," Denise suggested again angrily.

"We have evidence against him, Mrs. Matthews, I'm sorry it looks like you picked the wrong guy again," Eames confirmed to her.

"Bitch," Denise yelled and tried lunge at her but Carver, Deakins and Goren managed to hold her back. Eames stood her ground and glared at her. Goren led Denise to the door and pushed her out.

"What the hell was all that about?" Carver asked, in concern, glancing at Eames.

"Nothing," she answered, glancing at Mark and Colin through the glass. She noticed that Mark kept glancing at the window. When Goren filled Carver and Deakins in on the attorney, Mark did something highly unusual. He got his two fingers and put them to his eyes then pointed at her. She shivered, she didn't know weather to tell the men right then.

"What do you think, Alex?" Deakins asked, breaking her thoughts.

"What?" she asked, turning towards the three men as they were looking at her for the answer.

"Um…yeah, ok," she replied, thinking if she said the right thing or not.

"Ok, that settles it, we're letting him go," Carver confirmed.

"What? No! We haven't even interrogated him yet, Ron," Goren yelled.

"But, up against Colin Matthews, it's a doubt we are ever gonna convict him," Deakins told them.

"I do have something for you two though," Carver said smiling at Eames and Goren. He gave them the search warrant for Al's Construction. Goren and Eames smiled at each other then went back to Al's Construction.

As Goren and Eames pulled up to Al's Construction, there was stillness in the air. The Detectives got out of the car slowly. Something was wrong and they knew it. Some foul smell filled the air as the Detective decided to check it. Eames and Goren slowly got there guns and approached the site. Still the deadness was in the air. Goren pointed the opposite direction and Eames nodded. She tip-toed in the other direction about 20 meters from where she was standing she saw a dagger. Fuck, she thought, the bastard around here somewhere. Then she walked up to the dagger slowly to see blood smothered on it. Her gun was near her waist as she headed towards the dagger. Then Al Jackson stepped out in front of her.

"Hey, honey, you're home," he smirked and licked his lips at her. He bent down and grabbed the dagger from the ground. "Here you go is this is what you're looking for?" he asked, in a polite voice that Eames didn't believe. She pointed her gun at him.

"Drop the dagger now," she ordered, firmly but friendly.

"Why?"

"Because I said so," she confirmed. While Eames was approaching him, he was backing away still smiling.

"You won't shoot me, hun, I know you won't," he said sweetly. "Because you women detectives are too scared to be brave, and by the way, did I tell you I like women detectives especially when they're short enough to give me a head job," he smirked and held the knife out to her. Anger build up inside Alex, she hated be intimated by men who think women shouldn't be in the police force. She was even angrier about the sex comment.

"Do not move, or I'll shoot," Alex warned Al. Al laughed and spat at her. His spit almost got her by an inch. "Disgusting pig," she cursed at him.

"Beautiful sexy pig," Al said sweetly. Alex glared at him. He stepped back as he said it. Alex didn't want to do it but she aimed for his leg. She pulled the trigger half-regretting what she was doing and she just missed him by an inch. He shrieked and fell back in surprise, making him fall onto a rock that jabbed into his leg.

"Alex!" Goren yelled and ran to her. "Crap, what did he do?"

"The bastard was hitting on me and wasn't doing what I said," she informed him, angrily.

"Ouch, my leg that hurt, slut," Al cursed. Goren went over and pulled him up and got his hands and cuffed them.

"You're under arrest for conspiracy and not obeying orders from NYPD," Goren muttered to him. He led him out to the SUV, leaving Alex trying to sink in the shooting.

"You know, that partner of yours sure is hot, she dating anyone?" Al asked Goren. "Or is she dating you?" Goren angrily slammed him on the car, making him cry in pain.

"Don't try to get into me or my partners personal life," he warned.

"Must have touched a nerve," he smirked. "Unless when she looks up and catches you staring at her. You don't want her to know don't you? That you like her," he whispered, getting closer to his ear. He could tell he was getting to the dark spot of all secrets. "If she knows you like her you might as well kill me." he said slyly. Goren took him off the car, opened the passenger door and shoved him in, doing up his seat belt.

"Don't, worry I wont tell her, your secret is safe with me," he whispered in Goren's ear as he did up Al's seat belt for him.

"Goren!" Eames yelled behind him, making him jump, almost hitting the roof of the car. Al laughed loudly, making Eames shiver. "Let's go," she declared and got in the drivers seat. She could see Al through the review mirror, he winked at her.

"Since when do women drive isn't that a man's job?" he laughed. Alex said nothing and tried to ignore him. Goren kept glancing at Alex then Al. Alex seemed to be all right at first but she started going to fifty in a forty zone. Ten kilometers over the speed limit in a school zone. He started to get worried.

"Shouldn't you slow down, Alex," Goren warned.

"Road rage," Al yelled and laughed.

"Shut up!" Goren yelled. Still Alex was staring straight ahead. "Pull over," he ordered to Alex.

"I'm fine, Bobby," Alex answered, firmly.

"Pull over."

"No."

"Pull over or you're going to get us all killed!" he screamed. The car suddenly stopped in mid motion making Al slam into the front seat. Then she pulled the car off to the side. She got and Goren got out and they both switched sides. Nobody said anything on the way to One Police Plaza. As Eames and Goren led Al Jackson to the interrogation room, he kept glancing at Alex with a sly smile. She ignored him and sat him in the interrogation room. They left him but before Eames went she heard him mutter to her.

"Hope you come back for me honey," he said slyly.

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