Author's Notes: Just in case anybody's wondering, I'm having this take place before the 'Blind Spot' episode. Also, I'm going by what was mentioned on the show about when Bobby's birthday is, August 20, 1961.
And as always, the L&O:CI characters do not belong to me. All original characters do belong to me. (That should satisfy all the lawyers out there. :o) )
Enjoy :o)
Monday, August 14
Inside of One Police Plaza
Bobby and Alex made it to their office at 7:50 a.m. They went to their desks and turned on their computers. Bobby sat down and started
shifting through the messages and paperwork that seemed to materialize on his desk over the weekend. Alex took her off jacket and did
the same thing. "Morning, detectives," Captain Danny Ross said as he headed towards his office. "Morning, sir," they said in unison.
Bobby and Alex exchanged amused looks. Captain Ross caught the exchange and walked back to their desks. "Something wrong,
detectives?" he asked, looking at Bobby, then at Alex. Alex was the first one to speak up. "I was just thinking that I need to tell my
partner to stay out of my head, Captain." Ross looked back at Bobby. Bobby gave him his best straight face look and shrugged. Then he
turned his attention to a piece of paper he held in his hand. "I see. Carry on." Ross turned and continued on to his office.
"I wasn't aware that I was in your head," Bobby said. "Does that mean you're having nasty little sexual fantasies about me?" Alex made
a face at him. "In your dreams, pal." she said. "Doesn't matter anyway. It just reinforces his notion that I'm a megalomaniacal
schizophrenic with delusions of being Sherlock Holmes and Columbo rolled up into one." "Pfft! Fuck him." Bobby chuckled and started
flipping through a file. Alex looked up and saw Mike Logan and Megan Wheeler go into the break room. Suddenly, she had an urge to
go in there as well. "I'm going to get some coffee. You want some?" she asked. "Yes, please," Bobby replied without looking up.
"Morning, guys," Alex said to Logan and Wheeler as she entered the break room. "Morning, Eames." Logan said. He was leaning
against the counter, sipping on his coffee, watching Megan pour hers. "Morning, Eames. How are you?" "I'm fine, thanks. How are
you?" "I'm good." Megan moved out of the way and took up a leaning position next to Mike. He turned to her and asked, "How come
you never ask me how I'm doing?" Megan shrugged. "You're usually cranky most of the time. I don't need to ask to know that." Mike
put his hand over his heart, making a face as if it hurt. "Take the knife outta my heart, Wheeler. I am hurt." "As if." Alex had put the
Styrofoam coffee cups down on the counter and held up her hands to stop them. "As much as I enjoy watching the Abbott and Costello
routine, I need to tell you guys something," she said. "What's up, Eames?" Wheeler asked, poking Logan in the side with her elbow.
Mike opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it. Instead, he focused his attention on Alex.
"Bobby's birthday is coming up on Sunday and my family's throwing him a party. I wanted you to come and celebrate with us." "Sure.
I'd like to come." Mike said. "Me, too," said Megan. "That's great." Alex said. "I'll e-mail you directions and what not later." "Is it okay
if I bring my nephew?" Megan asked. "We usually hang out on Sundays. I don't want him to feel like I'm ditching him or anything."
"That'll be fine. I gotta warn you though. He'll be the oldest kid there." "Ian won't mind. He'll probably people watch anyway to get
ideas for new stories." Mike asked, "You got any ideas about what kind of gift to get him?" "I've got a few ideas. I'll e-mail you a list.
Maybe we can pick something and go in on it together." "Sounds like a plan to me." Megan nodded in agreement. "Okay, I better get
back to my desk before Goren gets suspicious." Alex picked up the coffee cups and headed out the break room door with a little bit of
spring in her step. "I wonder who else I should invite?" she thought as she headed towards her desk.
Monday, August 14
9:45 a.m. Monday, August 149:45 a.m.
Bobby stretched his arms over his head and yawned. Alex looked over at him and shook her head. "Please contain your excitement
about the paperwork," she said. "I don't think I did this much paperwork when I was in the Army." "Lucky you." Alex glanced at her
computer and noticed that she had a new e-mail message from her sister. She opened it and laughed. "Hey, come and look at the group
pictures from last year's event." Bobby got up from his desk and went over to hers. He placed his hands on the desk, leaning and looking
over Alex's shoulder as she started to click through the pictures. As Alex was about to click on the third picture, a male voice said, "Hey,
Bobby-Boy."
Bobby stood up and turned around to see a man standing in the doorway of Major Case. He was 6 foot 2, jet black hair that was a little
spiky on top and black eyes. He had the same body build as Bobby except he was a little more leaner. He had on a white dress shirt that
was un-tucked and opened at the collar and dark blue denim jeans. His navy sport coat was hanging over his arm. "Hey, Robby-Boy,"
Bobby said as he approached the man. The man walked towards Bobby, arms opened wide. They briefly hugged each other, then
stepped back to look at each other. "You look good, Rob." Bobby said with a smile. "You're not too bad looking yourself, old man."
Rob said, patting Bobby's shoulder. Rob squinted a little at his friend. He moved in closer to look at the graying hair on Bobby's temple.
He put 2 fingers on Bobby's chin to move his head so that he could look at the other temple. He did this a couple of times before saying,
"Yep. You are getting old."
Bobby made a grunting noise at him and swatted at Rob's hand as if he was swatting a fly. "You keep doing that, I'm gonna plant a big
sloppy kiss on your lips." A devilish smile crossed Rob's lips. "Not if I bend you over a table first," he said. Alex coughed and cleared
her throat to let them know she was sitting there. Bobby turned, grabbing Rob by the arm and walking him over to Alex. "Alex, this is my
friend, Rob Duncan. Rob, this is my partner, Alexandra Eames." Rob and Alex shook hands. "Detective Eames, it's a pleasure to meet
you," Rob said with a smile. "It's Alex. Same here." "Lewis was right. You are very pretty." Alex blushed slightly and rolled her eyes.
"He's got you pleading his case, too, huh?" Rob nodded. "I have been told, no let me say COMMANDED, to persuade you to go out
with him." Alex and Bobby both laughed. Rob turned to look at Bobby. "What are you laughing at? Am I not the one who convinced the
nice young fraulein in K-Town not to kick you in the balls because you accidentally said something vulgar in German while doing the
stuttering thing?" "Yes, of course. Bring that up, why don't you?" Alex smiled as she watched the comical exchange between friends. She
was about to ask a question when her phone rang. "Excuse me. I better take this," she said as she turned to answer it.
Rob put on his jacket as he followed Bobby to his desk. Bobby reached into the middle drawer and pulled out a key ring with 2 keys on
it and tossed to them to his friend. Then he opened his binder and pulled out a small light blue hangtag with the word "VISITOR" written
in white on it. He handed this to Rob as well. "Hang that on your rearview mirror when you're parked at the apartment parking garage."
Bobby said. "Okay. Cool." Rob held up the key ring. "The smaller key is to the mailbox," Bobby told him, pointing to the keys. "Good.
Did Courtney call you earlier this morning?" Rob asked. Bobby smiled as he nodded. "Yeah….yeah, she did." Rob took notice of
Bobby's smile. "She said 'I love you, Uncle Bobby,' didn't she?" "Yep." Rob stuck out his chest a little. "That's my girl. She misses you,
you know?" Alex stood up and put on her jacket. "I hate to interrupt this lovely reunion, but we just caught a case." Bobby picked up his
binder and followed Alex to the elevator. Rob was 2 steps behind them.
As they were riding down, Rob held out his hand to Alex. "Again, it was nice to meet you, Alex." She shook his hand. "Thanks." she
said. "I hope you'll get to come by the apartment while I'm here so I can cook for you and Bobby. I will tell you stories about my boy
here in his younger days." Alex chuckled. "That'll be great. I'd really like to know what he said to get himself almost ball-less." Bobby
just stood there, shaking his head and looking up as the numbers counted down the floors. "Great. Just great." he mumbled. Alex and
Rob both laughed. Rob clapped him on the shoulder. "I will only tell her the rated G version," he said. "Oh, come on. I wanna hear the
rated R version. I can handle it." Bobby looked at both of them. "It's just my luck that I'd be surrounded by comedians." he said
sarcastically. "Oh, don't be like that, Bobby-Boy. You know I have your best interests at heart." Rob said with a smile. Bobby was
about to tell Rob where he can go and what he could do when the elevator doors opened and Alex pushed him out towards the parking
garage. Rob headed towards the visitor's desk. "See you later, Rob," she said over her shoulder. "See you at the apartment." Bobby
said. "Later, you two."
Monday, August 14
Crime Scene, 10:30 a.m.
"What do you got?" Alex asked the young, female uniformed officer whose name tag read Blake as she snapped on some latex gloves.
"We have an African-American male victim named DeMarco Louis Anderson, age 36," Officer Blake said in a nasally voice. She handed
his wallet to Eames. "It appears to be a drug overdose." Alex stopped in her tracks. "What the hell?! A drug overdose?!" The female
officer nodded. "There had been reports that a dark blue Ford Explorer had been weaving in and out of traffic, practically running over
pedestrians and running into cars without putting on the brakes. He blew through the traffic light and smashed into the limo carrying the
ambassador from Italy before smashing into the lamppost. Officers surrounded the SUV, ordering him to get out. When he didn't move,
we yanked his door open and saw him slumped over the wheel. At first glance, we noticed two fresh needle marks on his right arm."
"Why were we called?" "Since he crashed into the Italian ambassador's limo, the higher ups started thinking 'terrorists.' So they said to
call Major Case." Alex sighed. "Great. Thanks." A CSU tech came up to Alex with a evidence bag. Alex flashed him a tight smile and
dropped the wallet into the bag.
Alex walked over to the smashed up Explorer. Bobby already had the passenger side door open, examining the body. Alex walked over
to the driver's side. When she opened the door, she grimaced at the sight and smell of vomit. DeMarco's lifeless body was sitting up, his
head leaning against the headrest. There was vomit on his clothes and the steering wheel. His forehead was bleeding from where it hit the
steering wheel. "Eames, look at this," Bobby said, holding up DeMarco's right arm and pointing out the 2 needle marks in the bend of his
arm. Alex leaned in a little for a closer look. "Looks like he just started using," she said. Bobby shook his head. "Look at the bruising
near his wrist." Bobby placed his gloved hand over the marks. Alex nodded her head, understanding what Goren was saying.
"Somebody held his arm while injecting drugs into his system," she said. Goren said, "He's 6 foot even and about 185, 190 pounds.
There had to be 2 people in here because one person wouldn't have been able to inject drugs in his arm without him putting up a fight."
Alex held up DeMarco's left hand and looked at his fingernails. "His nails are clipped pretty close. I don't see any sign of him scratching
anybody. We might get zilch." She pointed to the right hand. "What's that on the back of his hand?" Bobby looked at what Alex was
talking about. "It looks like a burn of some sort." He looked down at the cigarette lighter and noticed it was not in its usual place, but on
the floor. He picked it up and placed it over the burn mark. "It's the same size as the lighter, but not the same burn pattern," Bobby said.
Alex had moved from the front to the driver's side back seat. "There's a gallon of unopened orange juice on the floor back here." She
reached inside to get a plastic bag that was laying near the jug. Inside, she found a receipt. "Hey, there's a receipt with today's date on it.
The address on it is for a bodega a few blocks from here." Bobby didn't say anything. Alex looked away from the small slip of paper.
She saw Bobby sniffing the victim's right hand. She mentally sighed before asking, "What do you smell?" Bobby turned to look at her.
He simply said, "Marijuana."
"Okay," she said. Alex turned and dropped the receipt into the evidence bag the CSU tech was holding out. She noticed the faint shoe
print on the back of the driver's seat and the deep impressions on either side of it. "Goren, check this out." Bobby laid DeMarco's hand
down and got out to go where Alex was standing. He tapped a camera toting CSU tech on the shoulder and said, "Make sure to take
some close up shots of the burn on the back of the victim's right hand." Bobby took Alex's place at the back seat. He lightly touched the
impressions. "It looks like these were made by some kind of restraint. A belt maybe." He was going to sit down behind the driver, but
realized he would practically be folded in half to get in there. "Eames, please….please sit." Alex slid into the back seat easily. Bobby
sighed as he crossed his arms and stroked his cheek a few times. He uncrossed his arms and leaned into the SUV, pointing at the shoe
print. "This looks like some type of work boot print," he said. "The killer's accomplice managed to slip a belt around the victim's upper
arms. He put his foot up on the back seat to give him some leverage as he tightened the belt to hold the victim still while the killer injected
drugs into him." Alex nodded and snapped her fingers. "He would have had to lean back to get good leverage." She leaned back in the
seat and looked around. She felt around the seat, looking for a clue. She didn't find anything. "Well, so much for that."
Alex stepped out and followed Bobby to the back of the SUV. He took a step back to open the back door. It was clean. Bobby took a
deep breath. "Smells like it's been shampooed recently." Alex pointed to the closed compartment next to her. "I wonder what's behind
door number 3," she said as she opened it and reached inside. She pulled out 6 big bricks of marijuana. "Wow! Would you look at that."
she said in mock amazement. Bobby picked up one of the bricks and sniffed it. "Hmmm. Good stuff." He put it back down. Alex waved
her hand over the stash and asked, "How much do you think it's worth?" Bobby shrugged. "Offhand, I'd guess maybe 300 or 400 K, at
least." "So, the question of the day is why kill the dealer, but not take his inventory?" "Maybe the killers didn't know it was back here,"
Bobby replied, "or this is a revenge killing." "If that's the case, who did he piss off?" Alex stepped away from the back of the SUV and
headed towards the male CSU tech she had given DeMarco's wallet to. "Did you find a cell phone on this guy?" "Yeah, we sure did," he
said as he stooped down to reach into his evidence holding case. Bobby had walked up as Alex took the cell phone out of its bag. She
scrolled through the phone's received and dialed lists. "His last outgoing call was at 8:24 a.m. to Computer City. His last incoming call
was 5 minutes later from the same place." "I know where that place is," Bobby said. "It took over Uncle Buddy's TV Repair Shop."
Alex smiled and said, "Come on, Dorothy. Looks like we're going to see a computer wizard."
Monday, August 14
Computer City, 11:05 a.m.
"Hi. Welcome to Computer City. My name's Maria. Can I help you?" the pretty petite Latina said. "As a matter of fact you can, Maria,"
Alex said as she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her badge to show Maria. "I'm Detective Eames. This is my partner,
Detective Goren. We'd like to speak to the owner of this place, please." Maria scrutinized the gold badge for a moment before saying,
"Sure. Hold on a second." She walked off and headed over to where a tall black man was talking to an older white couple. "A most
unusual front for drug dealing," Bobby commented to Alex. She nodded in agreement. Alex and Bobby both watched Maria tap the
black man on the shoulder. He leaned down a little as she whispered into his ear and pointed in the detectives' direction. He briefly
glanced at them before handing the webcam he was holding to Maria. He turned to the couple and said a few words to them before
walking away. As the black man headed towards them, Alex thought to herself, "Hmm. He kinda looks like Drew." When the black
man reached them, he gave Alex a quizzical look. "Alex Eames?" he asked. "Yeah. Drew Spencer?" A big smile spread over his face as
he reached out to shake her hand. "Yep, it's me. Good to see you." "Same here. Gee, I haven't seen you in what? Over a year?" Drew
laughed a little. "Try 2 years, Miss Eames." Bobby stood by and watched as Alex and Drew exchanged pleasantries. He wondered when
did Alex have time to meet this man and why she didn't tell him about it. He made a mental note to ask her later.
"Drew Spencer, this is my partner, Detective Goren." Bobby shook himself out of his thoughts at the mention of his name. Drew held out
his hand and said, "Pleased to meet you, Detective Goren." "Likewise, Mr. Spencer." Drew clapped his hands together and looked from
Alex to Bobby and back. "Well, what can I do for y'all?" Alex said, "Drew, I'm afraid this isn't a social call. Do you have some place
we can talk privately?" Drew's demeanor turned serious. "Sure. Follow me this way." The detectives followed him as he went passed the
counter to a door marked "Employees Only." He opened it and they all went inside. Drew took them down a small hallway to a open
door where some music was coming from. As soon as they had crossed the threshold, Drew said, "Hey, Janelle. The po-po is here."
Janelle was sitting at one of 2 desks that were facing each other, with her face resting in her hand, staring intently at the laptop screen
before her. She looked away from the screen to look up at Drew. "What? Po-po's here?" He stepped aside to reveal Detectives Eames
and Goren standing behind him. "Alex!" Janelle exclaimed happily. She got up from her desk and started to head towards Alex, arms
extended to hug her, when Drew lightly grabbed her arm and shook his head. "They're here on official business, baby," he said in her ear.
"Oh. Okay." Janelle said with an understanding tone. She pulled away from her husband and walked over with her hand extended.
"Good to see you, Detective Eames." Alex smiled and said, "You can still call me Alex. It's good to see you, too, Janelle. This is my
partner, Detective Goren." Bobby smiled as he shook her hand. He wondered again how did Alex know them and why didn't she tell
him. His curiosity was about to get the best of him when the back door opened and a female voice said, "Hey, Janelle. The memory
boards we ordered are here." "Angel," Janelle said, "Alex is here."
Angel looked from the box she was carrying to see Janelle standing, pointing at Alex. "Alex, hi!" she said with a smile. She put the box
down on the desk and started to head towards Alex when she noticed Bobby standing there. She stopped suddenly, a look of surprise
on her face. "Hi, Robert." "Hello, Angelica." Alex's eyes got big, as did Drew and Janelle's. Angel looked briefly down at the floor
before continuing on towards the group. She shook Alex's hand first, a smile reaching her sparkling gray eyes. "Long time, no see."
Eames nodded. "Same here." Then Angel turned to shake Bobby's hand. Angel blushed a little at the intense stare Bobby was giving her.
She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and said softly, "It's good to see you again, Robert." Bobby swallowed a couple of times
before he found his voice. "Same...same here, Angelica." She smiled at the use of her full name.
"God, Goren! Now is not the time to be undressing people with your eyes." Alex thought. She noticed Janelle and Drew had moved
to lean against the desk Janelle had been seated at, jabbing each other as they looked at the highly charged exchange between Bobby
and Angel. Angel pulled away from Bobby and went to her desk. He continued to stare at her. She leaned against her desk next to
Janelle, giving her a "what-are-they-doing here" look with her eyes. Janelle simply said, "They're here on official business, sweetie."
"Okay." Angel pointed to a couple of chairs "Please, have a seat," she said. Alex cleared her throat to get Bobby's attention. Bobby
jumped slightly and blushed, embarrassed at having been caught staring. He got the chairs Angel had pointed at and gave one to Alex. He
waited for her to sit down first before he did.
Alex started off by asking, "Do either one of you know a DeMarco Anderson?" "Sure, we all know him," Drew said. "We've known
him for about as long as we've known each other. At least 14 years." Alex looked at Bobby. He looked back at her and nodded. Alex
licked her lips and said "I sorry to have to tell you this, but DeMarco Anderson is dead." The silence that followed that statement was
thunderous. All three sat there with looks of shock evident on their faces. Janelle leaned into Drew as he put his arm around her
shoulders. Angel put her hand over her heart and hunched over a little. Tears started streaming down her face. She bit her quivering
bottom lip to help her find the voice to ask, "Are you sure?" "I'm afraid so." Angel looked down at the floor. "Oh my," she whispered.
Bobby stood up to pull his handkerchief out of his back pocket. He walked over to Angel and leaned down to catch her eye, holding the
handkerchief out to her. She took it out of his hand, then looked at him. "Thank you." Bobby took the plunge with the question he was
eager to ask. "You and DeMarco were in….intimate?" Angel nodded. "A year after my late husband had been dead, we dated for a
couple of months but broke it off because it felt strange." "Strange, how?" "We had known each other like brother and sister for so long,
it felt strange to try to have a relationship beyond that. We've always been close." "I see." Bobby walked back to his chair and sat down.
He felt some relief that Angel wasn't involved with this man now.
"DeMarco had placed a call to here at 8:24 a.m. Do you know who he talked to?" Alex asked. Drew held up his hand. "He called
wanting to know what we, the whole staff, wanted for lunch." "Why was that?" "Once a month, we buy lunch for everybody. DeMarco
liked to be included every now and then." "Alright. The last call he received was from here about 5 minutes later. Who called him?"
Angel raised her hand. "I did. I was calling to tell him that I was going to be performing at Club Silkie's this Friday night." "Okay. When
was the last time any of you saw DeMarco alive?" Alex asked, looking at each of them. "We, Drew and I, saw him yesterday." Janelle
said. She had moved to leaning on Drew's shoulder. "What time and where?" "He got to church about the same time we did, which was
before 9:30. That's when Sunday School starts. Regular service started a little bit after 11:00. It was over by 12:45. When we got out,
Dee called his ex to see if he could drop by to give her some money." Alex looked up from her notepad. "His ex-wife's name is…" "Ex-
girlfriend," Janelle corrected. "Her name's Sasha Cruz. She's the mother of his 12 year old daughter, Celena. With a 'C.'" "Damn!"
Drew said suddenly. "Is something the matter?" Bobby asked Drew. " I just realized we gotta tell Celena her daddy's dead," he sighed.
"You're Celena's godparents?" Janelle and Drew both nodded. Alex said to Janelle, "So, 12:45 Sunday afternoon was the last time you
saw DeMarco alive" "Um, no. He came over to our house around 2:30 or so for dinner. He and Drew played some video games before
we ate. We had dinner, talked a little bit afterwards, almost got into a fight, made up and he left after 7:00." Bobby and Alex looked at
each other. "Who almost got into a fight?" Bobby asked. Janelle sniffed before answering, "Me and DeMarco almost got into a fight."
Bobby leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. He looked at Janelle with his head cocked to the side. "Really? Why?"
"Because his other cell phone rang twice while he was at my house." "His other cell phone?" "Yeah, Dee carried 2 cell phones." Bobby
sat there looking at Janelle, sizing her up. After a few seconds, Drew said, "Don't let her sex fool you, Detective Goren. My wife can
pack a punch better than Mike Tyson did in his heyday." Alex's mouth crooked a little because she knew Drew spoke the truth.
"Angel, when was the last time you saw DeMarco alive?" Alex asked "He was sitting on my doorstep at 6:30 this morning, waiting on me
to come back from my walk. He was there for breakfast. He left about 7:30." "Did he always do that?" "Maybe 2 or 3 times a month. I
moved up here near the end of January. He started coming by around the middle of February. I'm surprised he and the lovebirds here
weren't all on my doorstep today." "Did anybody see him leave your place?" Angel thought for a minute. "My neighbor across the street,
Mrs. Easley, probably saw him leave. She's the local neighborhood watch." "You mean the local neighborhood gossip starter?" Bobby
said to her. She nodded. Angel looked at Bobby a brief moment before looking down at her feet. She didn't want him to see her cry.
"Can y'all tell us how he died?" she asked softly. "It appears to have been a drug overdose," Alex told her. Angel's head snapped up;
Janelle sat upright and Drew said, "Huh?" They all looked at each other, then looked at the detectives. "You have the wrong DeMarco
Anderson," Angel said, shaking her head in disbelief. "The DeMarco Anderson we knew didn't do drugs." "Maybe so," Bobby said,
"but did the DeMarco Anderson you know sell drugs? Because we found 6 big bricks of marijuana with a street value of at least
$400,000.00 hidden in his SUV."
They hung their heads in shame. Angel looked at Janelle, then Drew. Drew shrugged and said, "You might as well tell him, Angel.
They're gonna find out anyway." "What are we going to find out?" Bobby asked, focusing his attention on Angel. She took a deep
breath. "DeMarco was 15 when he, his younger brother Eric and their uncle Todd got busted for possession with intent to sell marijuana
in New Jersey. He and Eric got community service with probation since they were minors and it was their first offense; their uncle did a
little jail time. Ever since then, Dee was hooked on his hustle." "Were any of you involved with his hustle?" They all shook their heads.
"We knew he did it, just not the ins and outs of what he was doing. When we were in college, even when we were on the road
performing, Garvin always told him to go do his thing, just don't bring any trouble around. DeMarco would go MIA for 2 or 3 days when
he was hustling. Then he'd come back like he hadn't been gone." "When was the last time DeMarco went missing?" Angel shrugged.
"Not since I've been here." Bobby looked to Janelle and Drew. "Dang. The last time I remember him going missing was sometime last
late April, early May." Janelle said. Drew nodded. "That sounds about right."
Alex stood up to stretch. Bobby did the same thing. "Do you know if he had any enemies?" she asked. "I can't think of anybody wanting
to hurt DeMarco," Angel said. "What about his drug contacts?" Angel shook her head. "Was DeMarco holding down a regular job?"
"Yes. He was working for J Security." Janelle said. "That's your brother's company, right?" "Yep." "We're going to need to contact his
employer and his ex-girlfriend." Janelle got off the desk and went around to sit down in her chair. She flipped through a business card
holding Rolodex and pulled out 2 cards. She turned one of the cards over and wrote something on the back. She stood up and handed
them to Alex. "The number on the back of Sasha's card is her home phone." Alex glanced at the cards and put them in her pocket.
"Would you guys let us tell Celena about her daddy before you talk to Sasha?" Janelle asked, glancing at Alex, then to Bobby and finally
at the floor. Alex reached out and touched Janelle's arm. "I think we can hold off on talking to Sasha until tomorrow." Janelle looked up
and smiled, squeezing Alex's hand. "Thanks. Alex. Thanks, Detective Goren." Janelle pulled away from Alex to go stand between Angel
and Drew. "Also, we're going to need to contact his next of kin to I.D. his body." "That would be me," Angel said. "DeMarco gave me
unlimited power of attorney over him and all his stuff." Bobby whipped out one of his business cards and handed to Angel. "We'll need
you to come down to the morgue with us." he said. "You can stop by our office at 3:30 to ride with us." "Okay. I'll be there." "You'll
need to bring a copy of the power of attorney with you," Alex told her. Angel nodded. She was still feeling numb about DeMarco's
death.
"Come on, Goren. We better get going." Alex shook their hands; Bobby followed suit. "I'm sorry to have to see you guys under such
grim circumstances, but I'm glad to see you." Alex said. Janelle smiled at her. "I'm kinda glad to get the news from you than from
somebody else. I think I'd still be in denial right now." Bobby and Alex headed towards the door. Bobby snapped his fingers and whirled
around on his heel. "Just one more thing," he said to Janelle. "The other cell phone you referred to….do you know the number?" Janelle
shook her head. "DeMarco had had that phone for at least a year. I never knew the number. I don't think anybody did." Bobby nodded.
"Okay. Thank you." He turned around to catch up with his waiting partner. "Detective Goren," Angel said. Bobby turned back around to
see her walking towards him. It took him 1 step to close the distance between them. She held up his handkerchief and said, "I'll clean this
and get it back to you." Bobby shrugged. "Don't worry about it." Angel smiled up at him. "It's good to see you again, Robert." Bobby
ran his hand through his hair and blushed at the way she said his whole name. "Please ca…call me Bobby. Same here, Angelica." It was
her turn to blush. "Angel," was all she said as she stepped away from him. He practically ran to the door to catch up with Alex.
As they got into the SUV, Alex turned to Bobby, her mouth agape. "We are going to lunch now because you SO OWE ME a HUGE
explanation about how you know Angel." Bobby turned to stare at her in amazement. "I was thinking the same thing because YOU knew
EVERYONE we just talked to." The world's greatest detectives bickered like this on their way to their favorite cafe.