A huge thanks to my sister for typing this up from my crappy handwritten version and my kitchen buddies for covering my station so I could work on this project.

Death aboard the Lexington Pullman is a human AU based in the 1920s told from Elizabeth's POV, due to this and the fact that I'm going to submit it for an English class a few names have been altered or changed to reflect their financial status.

Roderich Coldwell: Austria

Elizabeth Baker: Hungary

Timothy Lexington: Netherlands

Emmaline Lexington: Belgium

Arthur Kirks: England

Kenneth Kirks: America

Ludwig Vos: Germany

Raymond Vos: Prussia

Natalie Vos: Belarus

Jack: Lithuania

Charlie: Poland

Francois: France

The rest should be pretty self-explanatory, enjoy the story. - Scarlett Knox


The start of my career was not an easy one, and it was far from planned. Sometimes life just throws wonderful opportunities your way, wouldn't you say? Mine started on January 18th, 1928. I boarded the Lexington Express at exactly 8:00 p.m, headed from Washington to Ottawa. It was a rather small train, only four cars, but glamorous nevertheless. It was owned by the railroad tycoon, Timothy Lexington; a gruff but fascinating man you'll meet soon enough.

Regardless, I inhaled the spicy scent of perfume, Evening Amber I'd guess, as I handed my ticket to the doorman. A blonde individual with a lovely bright smile and electric blue eyes, I could only assume he'd had female company earlier due to how strong the perfume was.

"Room four, have a nice trip ma'am." He handed me a key to my room and tipped his hat. My mary-jane heels clicked as I carried my bags to the sleeping car. I put the key in and gave it a twist, a loud clacking noise emanating from the door as it opened.

I took off my long coat and set it on the bed. Looking around, I noticed there were two doors and assumed they were both closets but was surprised when I opened one to find an adjoining room. Even more shocking, there was a man in it.

A quite charming man in a grey waistcoat was staring in the mirror while he messed with his chocolate brown hair. I stood watching him for a moment, then cleared my throat. He turned to face me in a haste. "Good day. I suppose we're roommates…" I started.

"I suppose we are, but I would advise knocking next time you wish to chat, Ms..?" He looked at me questioningly.

"Baker. My name is Elizabeth Baker. Truth be told, I was looking for the closet. I think there was a mistake here."

He waved his hand. "No harm done. We should go find Timothy or maintenance. I'm sure they can fix the lock. In the meantime, do you wish to accompany me to the dining car?" I could only guess it was because he didn't want me to have access to his things. It suited me fine, I didn't want him alone with mine either.

"I would adore it, but I haven't quite caught your name."

"Roderich Coldwell. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He held out a pale hand for me to shake and I did. We locked the doors and headed into the dining car.

The seats were a tasteful emerald green with polished pine wood. The tables were also polished pine, and a glass chandelier hung in the center of the car. We were greeted by a short woman with chocolate bobbed hair.

"Hi, my name is Marie. I'll be your waitress today. What can I get for you?" She smiled politely and clasped her hands.

"We're looking for Timothy, the lock on our adjoining door is broken. We were hoping someone could fix that." I told her.

"Of course. I'll send Jack to work on it immediately. Is that all you require?"

"That will be all for now, thank you kindly."

"Allow me to seat you then." She led us to a booth towards the back and handed us each a menu. Upon inspection it was all French food being served. How dull. I turned my attention elsewhere and my eyes landed on Marie, who was talking to a man with long, dirt brown hair. He clearly worked on the train and seemed quite busy, as evidenced by his disheveled clothing and messy hair. Nearby was a table of businessmen that all looked very similar to one another. A family business, I guessed. The last person in the dining car was the chef in the back, but who cared to see him anyways? People in such lowly positions aren't meant to be seen.

Across the table, Roderich looked at the menu for a moment and then at me. He beckoned me closer. I leaned in rather uneasily and he said quietly, "See the two businessmen over there?" I nodded and he continued. "I just read about them in the paper. The older one's name is Arthur Kirks, the other is his son and apprentice Kenneth. They just went bankrupt."

I gasped. "It's quite rude to gossip if they're standing right there… but I suppose they can't hear us so carry on" I said hesitantly. I felt guilty with them being nearby, but I was dying to know more.

"See the German over there?" He pointed to the blonde man in the corner smoking. "Word is that he cheated them out of money."

"What's his name?" I asked.

"Ludwig Vos, he was a general during the war. Now he's rather wealthy. Quite a strange status for a former soldier." Roderich shot him a curious glance.

We were interrupted by Marie coming to take dinner orders. We chatted a bit more casually, or less conspicuously after that. Turns out Roderich is a detective in Boston, I'd say that could explain his nosiness. The maintenance man–I learned his name was Jack–stopped at our table to tell us the door was fixed after an hour of waiting.

Afterwards we headed back to the room at eleven. Roderich checked the door from both sides and determined that the door would finally lock. We were bidding each other farewell when at 11:10 we heard a high-pitched scream coming from about three doors down. We exchanged a glance and started towards the door. However, we were momentarily delayed due to the jolt of the train stopping. It squealed and quickly jerked to a halt, causing me to hit the floor with a thud. Roderich lent me his hand and pulled me up. I straightened my clothes and followed him down the hall to a room with a woman with long blonde hair crying hysterically.

She was dressed in a dark purple nightdress; it was rather plain. Marie was there trying to comfort her. "Is everything alright?" I asked.

The woman kept crying and pointed to the adjoining door. I followed Roderich to the next room over. Timothy Lexington stood against the wall staring at the bed with a cigar hanging out of his mouth, Jack standing near the bed and seemingly in a state of shock. "Mr. Lexington, may I come in?" Roderich asked.

Timothy shrugged and took a drag. "Do as you wish but don't touch anything. This is a crime scene."

"Crime scene?" Roderich asked. "What happened?"

"Looks as though someone got tired of Ludwig Vos. Imagine surviving a whole war yet dying on a leisurely train ride." He scoffed as Roderich came closer.

"You don't seem terribly bothered by this." I said.

He let out another puff of smoke and shrugged. "He was a scummy son of a bitch, it was bound to happen. His ex-wife called because she heard ruckus coming from his room."

"Could you hold your tongue? There is a lady present." Roderich shot at him.

Timothy shrugged again. "Have a good look at him detective, I certainly don't want to." He laughed dryly.

"What will you do with him?" I asked.

"We'll have the shovelers bury him out here. I won't have him smelling up the train."

"That's a bit inhumane." Roderich interjected.

"He was an inhumane man." Timothy answered. "I'm off to bed, I assume you'll take care of this, detective? Figure it out and all that. I'll pay you rather generously, the tabloids would be on me the second they hear about this otherwise."

"We can discuss that later, tell your staff not to touch this room until I'm done. How many passengers are there, Mr. Lexington?"

"There are fourteen including yourselves and the staff–not the conductor though, he doesn't leave the front."

"And the staff?"

"I'll see to it that they keep their noses out of here. Let me know if you require anything else."

"Thank you, Mr. Lexington." Roderich said.

Timothy turned to me. "I'd recommend getting to bed, madam. Unless, of course, you'd feel safer with me." He smirked and took another drag.

"She wouldn't. Goodnight, Mr. Lexington." Roderich glared at him. Timothy shrugged and headed out the door with Jack in tow.

"Shut the door." Roderich said. I closed it with a loud click and moved closer.

"Did you find anything?" I asked.

"The body has four stab seems we have a crime of passion or a team of two. Maybe both."

"Timothy seemed wary of him." I noted.

"Very much so. But he also implied Vos wasn't the most popular, certainly someone else must detest him as well."

"That's fair. Find anything besides the body?"

"Well… there's diamonds on the floor. This should mean our killer–or at least one of the killers–is female. Not you, of course, since we were together."

"So now what?" I asked.

"I suppose we should take a quick look around. See if anything sticks out. You take the lounge and the locomotive. I'll take the sleeping car and the dining car once I snap some pictures of this place."

"I'm not qualified for that." I admitted.

"I can prove you innocent, that's enough of a qualification. Here, take this, you might need it." Roderich handed me a small pistol. I put it in my purse. "Tell me what you find."

With that I headed to the lounge to look for something, anything related to Ludwig Vos. There were a few mahogany seats and a small stage up front. There was a red curtain and a spotlight overhead. I pushed back the curtain to a door with the name 'Emmaline' scrawled at the top and gave the door knob a turn to find it surprisingly unlocked.

The room had plush white carpet and raspberry walls. There was a silver vanity with boxes full of stage makeup. A shelf on the wall was filled with expensive perfume bottles, I gave each a sniff and sure enough–the same warm and spicy scent on the doorman was present in one of the bottles. She must be his dame. She also had a closet with a few costumes, some a bit more playful with scandalous ruffles like Mary Pickford, others much more extravagant and covered with glitter or diamonds. I zeroed in on a dress missing a few diamonds along the bottom; they did seem to match the ones at the scene. But it was obvious that she frequently had visitors, plus her door was unlocked. Anyone could have found them.

I opened the vanity's drawer and found some lipsticks and compacts, as well as a picture with a woman and a poodle bob (presumably Emmaline) holding a small infant. She seemed happy. There was also a death certificate for Ms. Mary Ann Lexington. She died quite young, only 3 years old. The ink was smeared and stains from a droplet of liquid–presumably tears–were present on the paper. She must have cared for this child quite a bit. How curious.

There was nothing else here to see, so I headed down to the locomotive. Inside were two men shoveling coal. One was the doorman from earlier, while the other was a man with silvery blonde hair. They were both covered in soot.

"Can we help you madam?"

"Yes." I replied. "Can I speak to you privately?" I asked the blonde. "Only for a few moments."

He put down his shovel and followed me out into the dining car. "What's your name sir?" I asked.

"Raymond Vos. Call me Ray."

I froze. "Are you… related to Ludwig Vos?"

"The dead guy? Oh yeah. Distantly. We weren't close or nuthin'. I didn't know him. What are you? A detective?"

"You could consider me such, yes. Where were you at 11:10 last night?"

"In the front shovelin'."

"Were you alone?"

"Yeah. Matt was out watching the dancer, that's pretty normal though. He's right fond of her."

"Is it mutual?"

"Huh?"

"Did she care for him too?"

"Oh, she probably knows since he watches her every night. She might care, but she'd never admit it. Her brother–Mr. Lexington, mind you–got her on stage so she can marry a rich man like Vos or Kirks, a coal shoveller like him is out of the question."

"He was rich?" I asked, pretending to be ignorant.

"Very. That guy did it all, before being a general he was a physician. He stopped practicing, dunno why."

"How do you know all this?"

"Ever read the paper? My ma thinks I'm a disgrace compared to him."

"I see. Can you prove yourself innocent?"

"Easily. Matt was gone. If I had left, the train would've stopped. Is that all, Miss?"

"Yes. Thank you."

The next morning came slowly, and I hardly slept that night. Despite this, tea with Roderich was enjoyable enough, and the chef had made croissants that were absolutely lovely. I had just finished telling him what I'd discovered and Roderich quickly processed the information. "It seems nobody liked him much." he said. "The hussy is very suspicious. So is the shoveller. I wonder just how far he would go for her affections. Obviously we can rule Raymond out." Roderich eyed one of his croissants absentmindedly. "Timothy seemed so dismissive about the murder; He's either a sociopathic killer, or he truly didn't care about what happened to Vos. But this was a crime of passion, and his reaction doesn't quite fit.

"I talked to Arthur and Kenneth–the broke businessmen, if you recall. Arthur claims to have been with the dancer, the coal shoveler, and Timothy. If Timothy can back up that story, I'd say he's clear. He says the dancer disappeared momentarily and the shoveller left early, but they weren't together. It could be those two. Kenneth and Marie claim to have been together when I interviewed them separately. Interesting thing about Marie though, she worked for Mr. Vos. I don't know how long or why she stopped, but it's certainly information to hold on to. Issue is, she doesn't own anything with diamonds. Kenneth apparently was giving her a hard time about his pillow, so she could have done it when she got him a new one, but I don't think she would've had time to change without someone seeing her, unless she was in on it with Natalie, the ex wife.

"Natalie was locked in her room but had no one around that can vouch for her story. She was also married to Vos, and it wasn't a happy affair by any means. In pictures she's usually wearing a scarf, I'd say he was violent. We should keep an eye on her–I get the feeling she's acquainted with the bartender somehow but doesn't want me to know it. She flinched when I mentioned him, but didn't admit that she knew anything about him. Natalie has the motive and the opportunity, but she's quite frail and it would take someone quite powerful to stab Vos in the heart. She owns a diamond necklace, but it's not missing any diamonds.

"The bartender, Jack, claims to have been in the kitchen at the time. He said he and Marie worked for Vos at about the same time. Meaning he knew Vos as well as Natalie before this. I'd guess he and Vos didn't get along because Jack visibly shook when I said Vos's name. Chef said they were together in the kitchen last night though. However, Jack had to attend to a passenger momentarily because they were ringing a bell. Chef doesn't know who rang the bell and he claims he wasn't paying much attention to what Jack was would he? He was busy. Regardless, he was back to washing dishes by the time Natalie started screaming. Jack asserts that he was in the kitchen when it happened–two customers were able to back him up, said they heard the water running.

"Anyways, Chef Francois didn't know Vos very well, only in passing. He's worked for the Lexingtons privately almost his entire life. It's unlikely he did anything, he was able to provide some information about Timothy and Jack though. Apparently Timothy came in one day complaining about Vos, saying something like, 'he is going to sell me out to the feds, and after all the bottles I'd sold him too.' Chef Francois never asked but he always had assumed Timothy was running a massive bootlegging operation. He also said one time Jack came in after drinking, raving to him about how he had an affair with his boss's wife before.

"Two of the customers have matching stories. They claim to have been under Vos's command when they were in the military. He sent them to the Soviet Union and left them there for three months without money or assistance. They were very profane in their pleasure of his passing." Roderich finished and took a long sip of tea.

"So our key suspects are Emmaline, Matthias, Jack, Natalie, Timothy, and Arthur. Right?"

"Correct, Ms. Baker. Our next move would be to ask Timothy where he was to see if it correlates with Arthur's story, as well as go through Vos's luggage to see if we can find anything."

We walked down the hall to Vos's room and unlocked the door. I pulled the suitcase from above the bed and began to rifle through its contents. Nothing of interest really; some clothes, bullets, and a driver's license. However, a letter with a wax seal of a train–an image well known as the crest of the Lexington family–was left at the bottom of the case. The seal had been broken and it looked almost a year or two old as it had begun to yellow; it was addressed to Chef Francois. I opened up the paper and read aloud to Roderich:

"To Mr. Francois Perrin,

It has come to my attention that your residence in this country is illegal, and you are thoroughly un-American. I am requesting 100 dollars a month for my silence and your residence in this nation. Should you choose not to pay this fine, I will contact my friends in the government and have you sent back to France within three days. The choice is yours."

The note was unsigned, but I knew he must've requested the return of the note so Franois couldn't report it to the police. "So the chef was lying. He did know Vos." I said.

"Not exactly. He might not know Vos was his blackmailer. I have his old patient log over here. Guess who he saw three years ago?" Roderich asked.

"Raymond Vos?" I guessed.

"No. He took in a Mary Ann Lexington for three days. From June third to the sixth."

I felt sick. A pit settled in my stomach. "Roderich. June sixth was the day on her death certificate."

"Oh god. He didn't–"

I simply nodded. "What else?"

"There's a very angry letter from Emmaline in this file. Much too profane to read to a lady."

"She IS a lady."

"She is a hussy. You are a lady." He scoffed. "Come now, we must find Timothy. I'd like to chat with him and Emmaline. I'll find him and meet you backstage."

I nodded and walked off, finding Emmaline sitting at her vanity putting on makeup in a tight and sparkly evening gown. Her hair was in the same poodle bob as the picture. I cleared my throat. "It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Elizabeth Baker. I wondered if I could talk to you?"

"If you so wish." She turned and looked at me with glassy green eyes, they looked rather sad.

"I like your dress, it's pretty." I offered.

She brightened up a bit at that. "Thank you ever so! I'm told to look my best when we get forty-niners."

"Oh? What about the others? The coal shoveller, Matt, seems very interested in you."

"Don't I know it! He comes to my show every night. Last night though, I think Tim caught on and wasn't super pleased about it. They were bickering, so I scurried back here to extinguish that fire. I could hear them going until about thirty seconds before Natalie screamed. At that point, Matt had gone back to work. It's only one car over, y'know?"

"How did you know it was thirty seconds?" I asked. "That could be important."

"Oh! It takes thirty seconds for the water to set in my cake mascara. He left right when I poured it." She applied a cherry red lipstick in a shiny gold container to her lips. "Anything else?"

I wanted to ask her about the child and her connection to Vos, but I couldn't do it. She applied her beauty mark and smiled brightly at me. She still smelled of that perfume. "Emmaline, do you care for him too?" I asked her cautiously.

"...I'm behind the eight ball if y'know what I'm sayin. I don't think I can, my brother wouldn't like that for business purposes." she replied after a moment's hesitation. "What are you? A private investigator? Did my brother send you?" Her eyes narrowed.

"Oh no, nothing of the sort. Have a nice day Emmaline."

"Wait! Here," she handed me a gold tube of lipstick. I popped the top off and found a shimmering peach tone. "Everyone deserves to feel pretty on the job, and I had an extra. Good luck!"

I smiled. "Thanks." Closing the door, I walked to the dining car to find Roderich. He stood next to an irate Natalie.

"I'm telling you; I never left my room. I just heard noise and got concerned." She glared up at him.

"You said the marriage wasn't happy. Why would you be concerned?" Roderich said.

"Because we shared an adjoining door. You're a detective, right? Why are you such a boob? How'd you get hired with a brain like that?! Plus, don't you think my clothes would be bloody from stabbing my ex-husband to death? Think about that and don't bother me again." She stalked off in a huff and Roderich sighed.

"Tough day?" I asked.

"Timothy said he was here with Arthur and the doorman last night."

"Emmaline said she heard them arguing."

"I see, is she the one who gave you that lipstick?"

"Yes, do you like it?"

He nodded. "It certainly looks nice on you,but try to avoid the influence of such a hussy, you're a lady after all. Let's go check the kitchen."

I followed him into the kitchen to Chef Francois. "Sir. Did you know Vos was the one blackmailing you?" Roderich told him abruptly, after pausing to fix his hair again.

I looked around the kitchen. There was a large knife block in the corner, a few cutting boards stacked up in the dish rack as well. I pulled out one of the knives and examined the blade. Victorinox, you could tell from the shape, and it was recently cleaned too. "Pardon me, Chef Francois. Was this cleaned recently?" I asked, looking for confirmation.

"Used it last night. Jack did a right good job cleaning it." Francois said and I exchanged a glance with Roderich.

"It would appear that we just solved the case." Roderich said.

We rounded up everyone into the dining car. I stood to speak. "In this room sit some of the richest people in North America and those who serve them. As we all know, Mr. Ludwig Vos was murdered last night in his sleep. He was a truly heinous man and killing him was nothing short of a favor. Everyone in this room knew him one way or another, and each of you had a reason to detest him." I stared down Ray. "You were related to him and seen as a disappointment in comparison. But you have an airtight alibi, and a weak motive compared to everyone else here.

My gaze travelled to the two customers. "I'm aware that the both of you were left stranded in Russia during a famine. Certainly, an excellent motive. Alas, you couldn't have done it because you were together in the dining car at that time, Chef Francois confirmed he heard you both talking."

One shook their head sadly. "Vos was a snake, but… someone just beat us to him, unfortunately."

Noted. I continued, sharply shifting my attention to Chef Francois. "Vos blackmailed you for money you didn't have, but you were confirmed working at the time of his death, and you didn't know it was him." I swiveled again. "Kenneth, he drove your father into bankruptcy. And…" My eyes rested on Marie sympathetically. "Marie, you were harassed and beaten by this man for years."

Marie averted her gaze. "He was disgusting and nobody else would hire me until Timothy came along. I-I hated him so much!" She said, sobbing.

"You did. And I'm sorry. But around the time of the murder, you were tending to a fussy rich boy and wouldn't have been able to change clothes without someone noticing you even if you left."

I turned to the others. "That leaves Mr. Lexington, Mr. Arthur Kirks, Ms. Emmaline Lexington, Jack, Matthias, and Ms. Natalie Vos. Now see, the four of you were together in the lounge. Miss Emmaline was on stage doing her nightly burlesque show for Kirks while he discussed a business deal with Mr. Lexington. Matthias was also there to watch her. That day, Mr. Lexington realized how frequently Matthias appeared for the shows and they began to argue. Each of these four had their own reasons, and any of them could have done it.

"Mr. Arthur Kirks, he just conned you out of money and your oil empire is crumbling. However, you were with Timothy at the time of the murder. Matthias, you left early and nobody knew quite where you went. You were practically a ghost from the minute you left the lounge, and it certainly helps your case that you are infatuated with Emmaline, who despises Vos…" I paused for a moment after seeing Matthias's face go red. "Ah, my apologies." Timothy's knuckles were white from clenching a fist and Arthur pulled Emmaline closer to him on his lap. She stared forward at me, refusing to make eye contact with anyone else. That would be an argument later.

I cleared my throat. "Emmaline, you're the most suspicious of this group. Funny you should disappear alone right before Vos was stabbed to death. And why shouldn't you have? Your daughter died under his care and caused him to lose his license. Yet, that couldn't make up for Mary Ann's life, hm? Now, there were two killers, and it could be either set of you. Arthur, it truly is a good thing that Emmaline could hear you and Mr. Lexington speaking outside the dressing room while Mr. Vos was being stabbed to death. There's enough reason between the two of you to justify murder. You and Mr. Lexington are men of similar strength, however, and Vos's killers were those of different builds. You see, it would have taken quite a bit of strength to get to Vos's heart, but much less for his abdominal wound, which wasn't as deep. This means that the wound was delivered by someone much weaker. It couldn't have been you two. I am also confident that Mr. Lexington's cigar never leaves his mouth, but there was no ash left at the scene. No. Everything points to Matthias and Emmaline. The diamonds at the scene match those in Emmaline's dress, both of these people had a reason to kill Vos, they both seemed to disappear before the murder, and Matthias would've been able to stab Vos in the heart while Emmaline punctured the rib cage. It almost all lines up." I watched Emmaline's glassy eyes and glossy red lips morph into a sour expression. Matthias looked rather grave as well, not at all like the man I met at the door. Arthur's face looked just a tad bit regretful of pulling her close.

"Almost. Except for two things. See, Emmaline wears a very strong perfume. The entire backstage room smelled of Evening Amber, as did the doorman when I walked onto the train. Did Timothy and Arthur?" I asked Roderich.

"Oh yes. Arthur especially. Please, do continue."

"Thank you." I supposed I must be on the right track if even the detective allowed me to carry on. "Just about anywhere Emmaline has been, you can tell because it smells warm and spicy. However, Vos's room didn't smell like anything. Emmaline was never there. Matthias left early, with Arthur and Mr. Lexington to back this up. But until I chatted with Ms. Emmaline, nobody knew exactly when this was. Matthias, you are a very lucky man because you walked out of the lounge just as Emmaline added water to her cake mascara, because it takes approximately thirty seconds to set up. You couldn't possibly have made it into the sleeping car at that time, confirming that you went back to work. Neither of you are the culprits. Despite this, clearly someone wanted us to think it was you… which brings us to our last two suspects."

I fixed my sharp gaze upon the two. "Natalie Vos. Jack. Both of you fit the strength requirements, and you had excellent motives; Vos beat both of you when you lived with him. Naturally you knew each other, and thanks to Chef Francois we know that you had an affair while Jack worked for him. Isn't that right? I believe that was how you were fired, Jack. Now see, the most interesting part of this case is nobody saw anything suspicious. What's more is Jack had an alibi. Chef Francois vouched and said you were helping him clean the kitchen, which is true, but you had to attend to a ringing bell. That bell was Natalie's. You stole the chef's knife, concealed it, and hurried down the hall to her room. You came in, locked Natalie's door, unlocked the adjoining door, killed Vos in his sleep, changed into a spare set of clothes, relocked the adjoining door, ran back to the kitchen, rewashed the knife when Chef Francois wasn't paying attention, and waited for Natalie to start screaming. Once the break was pulled on the train, you exited to burn or bury the clothes–though we'll never know which–and ran to assist Mr. Lexington at the scene of the crime. Am I correct?"

Roderich nodded next to me. Natalie appeared rather put out, and Jack finally spoke. "He really did deserve to die."

I nodded sympathetically. "There is no doubt in my mind." I turned to Roderich. "What should we do with them?" I asked in a whisper.

He studied the two killers for a moment, then at the rest of the crowd. Roderich started slowly, "This train houses damaged souls and used to house the one individual who brought that pain onto them all. It is because of this that he couldn't live with himself and committed suicide. We gave him a proper burial right? I hope you all find some sort of peace from this." He turned and walked back to his room.

I followed him in. "I thank you for your assistance, Ms. Baker."

"You are very welcome. I found the whole thing quite exciting, to be honest."

He thought for a moment and then asked if I had a job back in Washington. I said yes and asked why. He simply replied with, "I was going to ask if you would like to stay as my assistant permanently."

I was shocked, but so very interested. I couldn't turn that down. "Only if you take me out to dinner." I teased.

"That can be arranged." He took my hand and we headed off.


A/N: Updates Will be slow as I'm very busy.

Written by: Scarlett Knox

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