Hey guys. I know, I know, I suck. But aside from the usual 'writer's block, can't find inspiration' spiel I normally use as an apology I also just bought my first house and moved in two weeks ago so everything here has been totally insane and stressful. Add to that work and my little girl starting school and you don't really get an environment conducive to writing or posting.
Excuses aside, here's chapter ten. I have one more full chapter typed up and ready to go, and the beginnings of chapter twelve in my notebook. Hopefully now things are starting to calm down a bit I may get a spark of inspiration soon. Ya'll cross your fingers for me!
Anyway, enjoy.

"I'm sorry, the number you are trying to reach is unavailable, please try again."
Vartann cursed, punching the end call buttong and tossing the phone into the open centre console, simultaneously pushing his foot down on the accelorator. After five unsuccessful calls to Brass he'd left the lab, a leaden feeling in the depths of his gut telling him he needed to get to the safehouse and fast. Two further calls to Vega and the Sherrif, appraising them of the situation and requesting back up to meet him at Sam's house had followed.
Scrubbing a hand across his face with frustration, he grabbed his phone again and punched in the direct line to Sam's security hut as he weaved his way through the trafic, the buzzing ring in his ear melding with the wail of his siren.

19... 20... 21... 22...

"Fuck." Now he was even more certain something was very wrong. Almost as soon as he disconnected the call his phone buzzed twice. Two new messages.
The first was from Vega, confirming he and a team were en route to Sam's. The second was from Sophia.
Short and to the point, much like the blond.

"We've got her. Going in now. Will call with any info."

Sophia stowed her phone in her back pocket, shifting the file Archie had hand delivered to PD on Vartann's request into her now free hand and glancing through tehe window in the door of the interrogation room. She was buying herself some time; she'd love nothing more than to burst in there and beat the information they needed out of that... traitor, but she doubted that would help anyone.
Squaring her shoulders Sofia opened the door, stepping across the threshold and letting it swing shut behind her.
Mousey eyes met hers from behind black rimmed glasses.

"Oh Detective Curtis thank goodness you're here. I've got no idea why that officer brought me in and left me here, we can get this whole thing straightened out now."
"I'm afraid that's not going to happen Judy." Sophia took a seat across from the Crime Lab receptionist, placing the file on the metal table in front of her and flipping it open.
The other woman's face fell, imperceptibly unless you were a trained observer.
"What do you mean? I don't understand."

Sophia didn't respond, looking down at the call log sheet. It was straight out of interrogation 101; drag out the silence long enough, it makes the suspect uncomfortable enought to want to fill it. The detective had seen it work on some seriously hardened criminals so she wasn't surprised when it started to have it's affect on Judy after just a few minutes.
"Can you at least tell me what this is about?"
Another minute or so passed before Sophia finally lifted her head, meeting the other woman's gaze.

"Five minutes prior to the lab explosion you made a phone call that lasted 20 seconds to a burner phone. Why?"
Judy frowned and Sophia barely managed to suppress an eyeroll as she passed two sheets of paper one by one across the table.
"This is a copy of all the calls made around that time, as well as a CCTV still of you making the call. Who was on the other end of the phone Judy?"
"It was a wrong number."

The blonde smiled slightly. Little lie, big lie.
"Then why did you make at least two other calls to the same number, one of them six hours before your shift ended?"
The former receptionist swallowed before Sophia went in for the kill.
"You also used your Crime Lab ID to access property records for Sam Braun in the ten minutes leading up to that last call. We know you're the mole and we know you've compromised the location of the safe house, and by extension put the CSIs in imminent danger so let's cut the clueless routine. You are going to prison Judy. How long for depends on your answer to my next question - Who are you working for?"

The brunette held the blonde in an unnerving, unblinking gaze for what felt like an eternity.
Sophia was about to repeat her question, but it died on her lips as a manic smile spread slowly across the other woman's face.

"You'll find out soon enough. When he kills them all."

Hope ya'll like it
Lily
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