CHAP 3

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She didn't want to get up, but the irritating sound just kept getting louder and louder, and it was making her head want to explode. Realizing it was her cell phone she swung her legs off the bed and dragged herself into the living room to look for the device she so badly wished didn't exists right now. Laughing at the sight of the contents of her bag being spread across her hallway she picked up her phone and remembered last night and smiled. She and Don had been quite wasted. With a frown she looked around her apartment, where was Don?

Settling herself in the kitchen with a glass of milk she saw the note and smiled as she read it.

Dear Wife

Didn't wake you since you looked so peaceful, but I had to go home to change before work. Yesterday was great and I think it was the right thing to do.

See you at work.

Your Husband

It was the right thing to do; it was a nice and simple solution to her problem, just like Danny said.

"Who knew Danny's wacky idea turned out to be just what I needed...", she said out loud to no one.

She glanced at the clock on her wall and it told her it was half past eight.

"Shit!"

Her work day starts at eight. She looked down at her phone which she hadn't actually looked at yet and saw that she had two new voice messages. While she dashed into the bed room and started ripping out random cloths from her closet she listened to the voice messages, the first one was from Danny.

"Message received at 08:23:

Hey Ams, you're late…saw you shared a cab with Flack last night, where did you end up; his place or yours, ehh, ehh? Anyway, Mac hasn't noticed you're not here yet, but just hurry. See ya'

: End of message"

Having slipped into a pair of jeans and a cosy jumper she ran into the bathroom to brush her hair and teeth.

"Second message received 08:33:

Amy, it's Stella, where are you? You're with me today and the scene isn't far from your place, call when you're on your way. Oh and last night was nice. Now hurry!"

: End of message."

Dashing out the door she hoped she hadn't forgotten anything.

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Stella and Amy returned to the lab with a truck load of evidence a few hours later. What had appeared to be a suicide had now become a homicide.

"Well I'll start with finger printing the gun, you got the briefcase?"

"Sure, page me if you find something", Stella grabbed the briefcase and headed off to start working.

Amy had finished dusting for prints, none of course, it had been wiped clean. Checking for possible fibres in every nook and cranny whilst she listened to music, she wore headphones to not disturb those around her, so she didn't notice Macs presence until he waved a hand in front of her causing her to jump.

"Mac, sorry didn't see you"

"That's ok, I just wanted to tell you I spoke with a Mr.Jamerson from immigration…"

Amy froze, had they found out that the marriage was a fake? No, then they would have called her directly. She didn't understand, why had they called Mac?

"Considering you got married when you did they have to question if it was real or a hoax. They've probably called other authority figures close to you as well."

Still she remained silent, as a detective Mac would have to answer truthfully to any question asked him by any government official that she knew, so this little talk they were having was to tell her that it was a nice try but now she had to leave. The tears were forming and she felt that tell tale feeling in her throat. She didn't dare speak; she didn't want to cry her heart out in front of Mac.

Mac, sensing Amy wasn't going to say anything continued; "And I told him the truth.."

Crap.

"..that you and Det.Flack had been happily dating long before he proposed", Mac smiled, "had you worried there didn't I".

Before he knew it Amy had flung her self off the chair and engulfed him in a big hug, tears falling freely down her cheeks.

"Thank you so much Mac..", she released him and laughed as she dried her tears, "sorry".

"No worries, I owe it to you, forgetting the form and causing all this. But I have to warn you, when I spoke to Mr.Jamerson he asked how long you two had been living together and I answered that Flack was just waiting for his lease to run out until he would move in. I had to make it sound convincing" he added as he saw her expression.

She wanted to shout 'Why did you say that for!'. But it didn't seem appropriate considering he had taken a big risk lying for her.

He continued, "They are going to check if you two actually do live together, if you're lucky Flacks lease is good for another month, then no harm done. Oh, and you were late this morning", and with that he left the room leaving Amy to process this new information.

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After Stella and Amy had finished processing their evidence they had a suspect, a Mrs.Denton, the ex-wife of their victim. She was called into interrogation by Flack. Stella accompanied Flack inside the interrogation room, Amy watched through the mirror.

"Mrs.Denton, do you want to even explain why your finger prints were found on the gun that killed your ex-husband?"

"I had handled the gun a few times, when cleaning out the closet I moved it and then put it back, nothing strange with that", she answered with no emotion on her face.

"How long have you been divorced? It says eleven months here,", Stella spoke holding a folder, "and you still clean his house?".

"Of course not, that pig can clean his own house, what a stupid question"

"Thought so, did you know we can tell how old different prints are? Well we can and the ones we found on the gun, yours, are no more than a two days old", Stella smiled a victorious smile; she had backed the women into a corner.

Mrs.Dentons breathing became more audible and after a few minutes of silence she asked for a lawyer.

"The evidence combined with the motive and her weak alibi should lead to an arrest, well done", Flack congratulated as they left the interrogation room and where joined by Amy.

"I'll go write the report, you look beat Amy, go home and rest. You know we'll call if you're needed." Stella said as she headed to her office.

"Thanks Stell", Amy called after her getting a wave back. She was glad she could head home and rest a bit; her head was still feeling that lovely hangover from this morning. 'Home', the reminded her of the conversation with Mac, after finding the match in afis she had completely forgotten.

"Don, do you have a minute?"

"Sure, what's on your mind?"

How was she supposed to start this conversation? She looked into his blue eyes that had comforted her yesterday in the courthouse, why did everything just feel so easier when she gazed into his eyes?

"When does your lease run out?" she practically blurted out.

A bit taken aback by her question, he had thought that she perhaps was going to ask something about this morning, "umm, …next week I think. Why?"

Next week! She buried her face in her hands and groaned, how was she going to tell him that they had move in together? Not only had he been a great friend and married her, which alone was a mind blowing gesture, now he had to leave the comforts of his own home as well! Sadly she knew him so well that if she asked him he would do it with out a doubt, the nice guy that he was and all. But he had already done so much for her, asking this of him would make her feel guilty.

She sighed, she had to at least ask.

After explaining in short what Mac told her, she sighed again and buried her face yet again in her hands and mumbled, "…sorry"

When he started laughing she looked up, "what's so funny?"

"I've already talked to Mac…hey! What was that for?", Amy had given a soft slap on the arm.

"You could have said something sooner, I was feeling total remorse about having to tell you", she laughed, she was actually glad he wasn't upset. But the seriousness caught hold of their conversation again.

"What do you think we should do?", she asked uneasy. It was his call to make.

The blue eyes looked into her own for a while as if searching for something before he answered her, "I'm ok with it if you are, I mean it's your apartment I'll be invading".

A tear fell from her eye, what wouldn't this guy do for her?

"Hey hey, don't cry. I promise not to leave all my dirty cloths on the floor", he smiled, and gave her a hug.

Laughing as she hugged back, "I'm not worried about that, you can dump it on my bed for all I care, it's just that when Mac spoke to me earlier I thought he was going to tell me it was over and I was going to have to leave."

"You're not going anywhere that I'll make sure of. As your husband I'm supposed to protect you and that's what I will do". He wiped the tears off of her cheek with his thumb, "well come on roomie, better get packing then", he held his arm around her shoulder as they walked down the hall.