Electricity
By LMR
Disclaimer: I cut the power at USA long enough to steal the deed under cover of darkness. Muahahahaha! (I also swiped Mr. Monk's supply of wet naps.)
A.N.: Thank you to all my super reviewers! You guys make my week!
A.N. to the 9th power: Super-Beta was here and will return in time for the next chapter after she goes to save the world, and hopefully to write more of "All About Him." If you are reading this story and have not read "All About Him," you are (a) not paying attention, and (b) seriously missing out. In fact, I suggest you leave this stupid story now and go read that one and its prequel "All About Her." (If you need any more encouragement, be advised that while this universe has only had one lousy kiss on the nose, "All About Him" has already had an M rated love scene. Think about that. You've already left to go read it, haven't you?)
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Chapter 6: In the Dark
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The Morgue - 1 Police Plaza - Monday, July 2 - 3:22 p.m. Doink, doink. (Yeah, that's right: I said Doink, doink!)
"Elizabeth?" Eames called tentatively into a jet black morgue. "Are you here?"
"I'm back here," came the reply. "Power's out," she added needlessly. The two nudged their way around various bits of medical equipment that they both could have sworn had never been there in the light and had obviously been placed there for no reason but to make them trip all over themselves. (Yes, that's exactly why. But don't tell them, 'k?)
"But we're fine upstairs. What's wrong?" Eames asked when they finally made it to the corner Rodgers was waiting in. "Why would-"
"Over here," she corrected, causing Eames to nearly trip over the table that presumably housed the body, not to mention a host of sharp medical instruments.
"Well, what's wrong with the lights down here?" she asked, in what she hoped was the right direction.
"I deal in organics," Rodgers pointed out. "I know as much about electricity as a bullfrog knows about gourmet cheese. I sent Desmond to check it out, so hopefully whatever's wrong will be very complicated and take a long time to fix." Bobby chuckled. They were of the same mind when it came to her trainee.
There was an uncomfortable pause before Bobby spoke to the dark expanse. "Well you didn't like him, either," he pointed out a bit defensively.
"Huh?" Rodgers uttered, wondering what he was responding to.
"Alex rolled her eyes at me," Bobby explained, trying to keep the poutage to a minimum.
"So it's true what they say about you guys," Elizabeth surmised, a smirk in her voice. "The telepathy, I mean," she quickly clarified.
"We'll never tell," Bobby insisted - their mantra when it came to any one of the many rumors about them. "But how are we supposed to..." He gestured blindly at what he assumed was Buck's body. Or maybe it was the microscope. Or maybe it was a Venusian with an ear growing out of its back and 23 eyes. It didn't matter anyway, because Rodgers couldn't see his gesture any better than he could see the amorphous mass on the slab.
"Doesn't change anything for you. You can smell in the dark can't you?" she teased.
A pause. "He's giving you the kicked puppy look," she informed Elizabeth. The super adorable makes me want to comfort-kiss him, wish I could give him a big hug and goose him, too kicked puppy look, Alex mentally amended.
"Thank you, Alex," Bobby grumbled.
"Well, what I got before the lights went out is that he was stabbed in the throat with a very small weapon. I got a match for it. It's a craft blade, like an X-acto knife. Sells for a buck fifty; everybody's got one." She carefully maneuvered to another slab. "We exhumed Kent's body. Hard to tell anything anymore. I didn't get a very good look at her, but according to her records, she died of electricity conducted by the chlorinated water. What kind of electricity is nearly impossible to tell, especially now, but theoretically, it could have been natural or technological.
"Wish I could be more helpful, Detectives."
"So do I," Eames intoned, shaking her invisible head.
"Um, Rodgers?" Bobby asked tentatively. "How do we get out of here?"
"Carefully," Elizabeth informed them helpfully.
"What size are your feet again?" Alex wondered out loud. As if I could ever forget. Wonder if it's true...
Bobby was surprised to hear the words tumble out of his mouth: "Bite me, Alex." Where did that come from? Freudian slip, I suppose.
Alex had her own ideas. Hmm, but where, Bobby Dear? She could think of a few places.
They managed somehow to trip their way out of the morgue, bumping into only one slab (complete with body), one tray of instruments (complete with spring loaded bone hackers), one wall (complete with bricks), and one useless electric cord that made Bobby tumble right into Alex and knock them both to the floor, facing each other.
Oh, just what I need: to be on top of Alex. That helps the situation.
Hmm, Bobby-body, she thought. "Usually a man starts by asking a woman on a date, Bobby." Please?
She could tell even in the blackness that his face had turned the red of a sunburned flamingo with rosecia. "Sorry," he mumbled, standing up, and pulling her up with him.
They were snapped out of their wishful thinking by Rodgers. Thankful did not begin to describe how they felt about the fact that she couldn't see them. "Difficulties over there?"
"No!" they both answered, a little too quickly.
"Sure..." Rodgers intoned, wondering in her pretty red (yes red) head when the two brightest detectives of the Major Case Squad would figure out what everyone else already knew.
Talk about being in the dark.
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Happy Thanksgiving!
Next week:
"But swimming meant swimsuits... He could feel his pulse rate rise, his jaw slacken, his face redden, and could almost swear he felt his pupils dilate as he took her in. OhGodhelpmesheshot."
Suggestions on precisely what I could do with them in swimsuits would be welcome and appreciated. Keep in mind, though, that it is a K+ rated story. ;p