CHAPTER FOUR
"Dude, let's go now."
"It's just an altar. Man, let's just..."
"There's something not right." Dean walks to the door. Sam
follows him into the hallway. They hear voices. Sam looks around.
"Dude, you go on. I'll..." Sam shakes his head.
"I mean it Sam." Voice was stern as he looked at his brother, willing him to trust his instincts this time.
"Dean, you're still listed as dead and a murderer. I'm not dead
nor thought of as a murderer." Dean nods and walks away. Goren and
Eames walk up. Sam is standing there with his head bowed.
"What are you doing here? This is a crime scene." Eames looks
around. "Did you know the deceased?"
"She was a friend of a friend." Goren looks at him.
"My name's Sam." He holds out his hand to Eames and she takes
it. They look at Detective Goren and he shakes Sam's hand.
"What happened to Katie? I mean I came in to surprise her."
"How did you get up here? This is supposed to be a secured
area. What kind of story did you tell the officer to get up here?"
"Look, I came up here and there wasn't anyone here. I saw the
crime scene tape. I figured that something happened to her. Can you
tell me what it was?" Sam stares at him. "Who are you?"
"I'm Detective Goren. I'm from Homicide. Now tell me again how
you got here." He demanded, getting impatient with their refusal to answer a simple question.
"Detective, I came up in the elevator. I didn't see any uniformed
officers so I walked up to the door and found the crime scene tape and knew that something had happened to her. I was just about to leave when I heard your voices so I waited to talk to you to find out what happened to her." He looks at Eames and as thoughts cross his mind.
"He's so not going to buy this BS story. I wish I had Dean's
ability to con people." He smiles at her and she smiles back.
"I'm Detective Eames." She looks at his sweatshirt.
"Do you wear those all the time?" Sam looks his shirt.
"Yes. They are comfortable."
"Would mind if we have you unzip it?" Sam unzips the sweatshirt
and they stare at him. He has a buttoned shirt with no missing buttons.
"Do you always wear two more shirts under the sweatshirt?" She asked.
"It's from my childhood. Sometimes I'd get really cold and Dad
would tell me to put an extra shirt on."
"Oh. So how long have you known Katie?" Sam starts feeling
uncomfortable. He looks around then at the Detectives.
"I need to sit down for a few minutes. Please?" He looks pale.
Eames looks around and sees a chair. She walks over and grabs it. She places it beside him so that he can sit. Sam's frowning. Goren looks at Eames and she shakes her head. Suddenly Sam stands and looks around. He reaches out for the wall then looks at the detectives.
"I've known Ron for three years and just met Katie a year ago. How did she die?" Eames looks at him.
"She was asphyxiated. How long has she been into Voodoo? Are you?"
"No." He vehemently denies as he rezips his sweatshirt.
"May I go now?" Eames looks at him.
"Sure." They watch him as he walks away. He stops at the elevator and pushes the button. The doors open and he gets in as an officer steps out.