Chapter 3
Greg knocked on the door, but he received no answer. He was pretty sure Alex was home; her car was still in the parking lot. It had been a few hours since she had called him from the airport, plenty of time for her to get home. He knocked again.
After waiting a moment longer, he took out his set of keys. Alex had given him, Catherine and Gil a set of keys to her apartment. After Thompson forced his way into her apartment and almost killed her, she hated to think what might have happened if the door hadn't been unlocked. She wanted to make sure that if something else happened, someone would be able to check on her.
He opened the door and walked in. He felt a little awkward. He'd been there many times before, but he'd never come in without her.
"Alex?" Greg called, after he walked in a few steps. He still received no answer.
He walked over to the TV to turn it on. The silence was too eerie for him; he liked noise. Before he turned it on, he noticed the reflection of a person lying on the couch. She must have fallen asleep, he thought.
He walked over to her, noticing her black hair. It took him aback at first. His mind flashed back to the woman in the bathtub. When she'd do that? After studying how the new color framed her face, he decided he liked it.
He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Alex," he said, softly shaking her.
She stirred and slowly opened her eyes. She smiled when she saw it was him. "Hey," she replied. Then, as she started to awaken, she asked, "What time is it?"
Greg looked down at his watch. "It's about one," he replied.
She sat up and tried to run the sleep from her eyes. "You just getting off work?"
He nodded. "Lots of evidence to process," he told her. "But I needed some sleep."
"So you came over here?" she chided. "Like I'd let you sleep?"
He smiled and it panged her heart. She wanted to tell him the truth about the kiss, but knew that this was not the right time.
"Well, you're worth lack of sleep," he said, sitting down beside her. "Besides, I figured I'd talk to you for a little bit, then, if it's ok, crash on your extra bed for a couple hours."
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Sounds good."
"So how was Virginia?" he asked, taking her hand in his.
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Mia Dickerson was unsure of what she should do with the results in her hands. Normally a suspects DNA profile with a match on file was a good thing. But this, this match was more than she had been prepared for.
She nervously walked down the hall to Catherine's office. She was the lead on the case. She needed the results first.
"Catherine," Mia said as she knocked on her door.
Catherine looked up when she heard the knock. "Mia, were you able to get a profile from the hair we found?"
Catherine had found a few hairs in the water drained from the bathtub. A few of the strands still had a skin tag. She had hoped the samples hadn't deteriorated too much and a DNA profile would be possible.
Mia nodded and stepped into Catherine's office. "That-that's what I need to talk to you about." She motioned a request to shut the door.
Catherine nodded an affirmative response. "What is it?"
Mia walked over to Catherine and handed her the report. Catherine read the report and her jaw dropped.
"Are you sure this is right?" Catherine asked.
"I tripled checked the results," Mia confirmed.
"Have you shown this to anyone else?"
Mia shook her head. "I brought it straight to you."
"Thank you, Mia," Catherine replied. "I'll take care of it."
Mia was hesitant about leaving. She paused with her hand on the doorknob. "You'll get it to the police?"
Catherine understood the implication in Mia's question. "A suspect is a suspect," Catherine answered. "No matter whose daughter she is."
Mia opened the door and exited. As she left she heard Catherine on the phone.
"Gris," Catherine spoke in to the receiver. "We need to talk."
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Greg had fallen asleep hours ago, leaving Alex to entertain herself. She was afraid the television might wake him up, so she had decided to catch up on the news on her computer.
She had just started reading an article about the woman found in the bathtub when there was knock at her door. She quickly got up to answer it, not wanting the knocking to wake Greg up.
She looked out the peephole. It was Gil. She was puzzled. Gil wasn't really one to show up unannounced. She looked her watch, thinking maybe she had lost track of time and Greg was late for work.
She opened the door. "Hey Gil," she greeted him. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She asked, ushering him in.
The look on his face was unusually serious. "I need you to come with me to the office," he said flatly.
She sensed something wasn't right by his tone and was alarmed by his words. "W-what's going on?" she stammered.
He removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you don't come with me, they are going to issue a warrant for you."
"A warrant?" she didn't understand. "For what?"
"Why don't I explain on the way," he replied. "You really need to come with me."
Alex slowly nodded. She had no idea what was going on, but she knew if Gil was here, the situation was grave. As an afterthought she asked, "Do I need a lawyer?"
"I don't know," Gil replied. "Do you?"