Emily in LA chapter 6

Emily was back in Don's office, drinking coffee and trying her best to stay awake. She had been up since 6:30 that morning and she was exhausted. The clock on the office wall was reading near midnight.

Megan came up, carrying yet another file. "All the information I could pull on this book club. They met at a local Border's once a week to discuss mystery novels."

"Okay," said Don. "Do we have the names of our two extra suspects?"

"Jon Robinson, and Maddie Harriet," Emily answered. "Background check shows that Jon has a rap sheet. Domestic violence apparently."

"Let's go see if we can find him then," said Don.

Emily, Don, and Megan went in Don's SUV with Colby and Sinclair following close behind. It was a long Drive to San Antonio. Emily spent most of the ride asleep. She was woken up by Don.

"Hey, Emily," he said kindly as she sleepily opened her eyes. "We are about an hour away. Will you drive so I can get some sleep?"

"Sure." Emily said.

Don pulled over and they switched. She followed Colby into town. A good hour later they were parking outside Mr. Robinson's apartment. It was 5:30 AM.

Emily got out of the car. Don looked over.

"Get out your gun." He said.

Emily nodded and unholstered her weapon. She looked up at the tall apartment building. She couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw a curtain twitch, and a figure move away from the curtain. She shook her head and followed Don up the stairs.

When they reached Jon Robinson's apartment, Don banged on the door.

"FBI, open up!" Don yelled.

Silence. Don motioned for Colby to kick down the door.

Colby kicked the door in. Don went in first, gun in front of him. Megan, Colby, and Sinclair turned to left; Emily followed Don to the right. She felt edgy, as if her every move was being watched.

She shivered and turned the opposite direction of Don, just in time to see a dark figure emerge from behind a bathroom door that Don had just passed. The figure had a gun trained on Don. Emily heard the safety click off.

BANG!

Don fell forward as he heard the loud report of a gunshot from behind him. His ears were ringing.

Am I hurt?

He mentally checked himself over for any injuries. Nothing hurt. He rolled over slowly.

Emily was standing behind him, breathing hard, her gun trained at the body of a man on the ground. The man was holding a gun in his outstretched right hand.

Don stood up slowly. He kicked the gun away from the suspect and checked for a pulse

"Are you okay?" He said looking at Emily.

She nodded. Don heard pounding footsteps behind him and turned to see Megan, Colby and Sinclair rush up.

"What happened? Is anyone hurt?" Megan asked.

"No," Don said shaking his head as he watched Emily holster her gun. "No one's hurt."

Later that afternoon the Don and his team were sitting in the office, wrapping up the case. The DNA from Jon Robinson had come back as a match to all nine original crime scenes.

An interview with Maddie Harriet had told them a lot about the man. Apparently, he was so into the mystery novels they discussed at the book club, that the others became afraid of him. They had been threatening to kick him out. Maddie had only escaped because she had been kind to him from the start, and had tried to be understanding.

Emily looked confused after the interview. "That still doesn't explain why he killed three FBI agents though."

Don just shook his head. "We know he's the one that did it. For now, I'm content with that."

Don looked over at the young CSI from Miami, watching her scribble on her report for the Miami case. The Lieutenant he had spoken to had been right. He had said she was a quick learner, and could think on her feet.

Thank God for that.

Right now she looked exhausted as she gathered and organized all the messy files she had to take back to Miami.

"Hey," he said, approaching her, "Look my dad is making everybody his famous Sloppy Joes tonight. I was wondering if you would like to join us for a while?"

Emily smiled at him. "I think I will. Thanks."

That night Emily sat in a lounge chair in Charlie's backyard, talking to Amita.

"Yeah, LA is very nice. I definitely want to come back." Emily said, sipping her lemonade.

Amita didn't answer; she was staring at something. Emily followed her gaze. She was watching Charlie.

Emily smiled; her matchmaker mechanism was kicking in.

"Do you like him?" Emily asked leaning forward in her seat.

Amita snapped out of it, blinking as though she had just received some sort of shock.

"What?"

"Charlie."

"Oh. Well…" Amita was blushing.

Emily smiled.

"Go talk to him then."

Amita smiled and got up. Emily watched her walk over and start talking to Charlie.

She leaned back in her chair, sipping on her iced tea contentedly. She would definitely have to come back to LA sometime.