Mac looked through all the evidence Danny and Lindsay had found yesterday from the crime scene. He has done it several times and hadn't found anything special, but it was weird that there were only two things - her purse and keys. No clothes were found. All that was strange, why should killer leave there keys and a purse? What keys were they? He picked up the keys and looked at them; there was something wrong with them, but what?
"So, is there anything that could help us?" Mac raised his head; he hadn't even noticed that Stella had walked in the lab.
"No, nothing. Have Danny or Sheldon found anything useful?"
"No, they have been going over and over again and just like you, haven't found anything," then she smiled mischievously, "And remember not to talk too loud when they are around."
"Hangovers?"
"Yeah, Hawkes almost hit Adams, because he laughed to loud. You know the young lab tech Mary you hired month ago?"
Mac raised his eyebrow, "Yeah?"
"Danny promised to lock her to the toilet, if she talked again while standing too close to him. Poor girl had just wanted to show him some test results. She had just said Messer, when he started yelling himself. Poor girl."
"Oh, we are going to have a wonderful day," Mac looked again the keys, "Hey, go take your bag."
"Why?"
"We are going to take a little trip, to Melody's apartment."
Lindsay woke up, the goddamn sun shined right into her face. Usually she pulled the curtains in front of the window, but for some weird reason, she had forgotten to do that last night. She opened her eyes, but it seemed as if she was still dreaming. Everything was so different. First of all it wasn't her bed or cupboard, well, that wasn't her home. And she had the worst headache in years.
Lindsay closed her eyes again. She finally recognized Flack's apartment and remembered last night. It was 10am, but it felt as if she had slept only for an hour. She knew others had been working already for two hours and she was still sleeping. At least that made her feel better! She smirked when thinking how Sheldon and Danny must look and feel like right now, Danny had drank as much as Lindsay and Sheldon even more. Poor guys.
She put her head back to the pillow, and listened to the sounds of morning; cars were driving past, and people rushing. She heard garbage truck pulling over and voices from other houses. Radio was loudly playing in Flack's kitchen. Lindsay rubbed her eyes. Flack was up- that was certain. She suddenly smelled the amazing scent of fresh coffee.
She leaned to the doorframe; Flack was in front of the stove, and whistling along to some song.
"I can't understand how you can be so cheerful and fresh, when you drank so much last night." Flack looked over his shoulder, Lindsay had surprised him, he had been so busy with making them breakfast, and didn't hear her.
"Good morning to you too," Lindsay grumbled something and sat beside the table, "I'm feeling so good because I have my grandfather's special recipe against hangover AND I'm a guy. It takes a lot more alcohol." He made Lindsay a cup of coffee, just the way she likes. "Drink it all, I don't want to rush you, put it really helps." Lindsay looked the cup; she didn't want anything, not even Don's amazing coffee.
"If you really think that," she took a sip.
Flack smiled, "I know that it helps. I remember the first time when my grandpa showed me how to do it. I was sixteen; we came up with a brilliant idea – I mean my friends and I. The idea was that we buy a lot of alcohol, and drink until you really pass out. Anyway, I somehow got back to home, my mother was still up and reading and I didn't know what to do. If I had gone in, she would have noticed that I looked like someone who had been constantly drunk for the past decade. Thank god my grandpa came to the garden to smoke, and found me. He sneaked me somehow into the house and my room by lying something to my mother. Next morning he waked me up at 7 am, he knew that my mother would sleep for an hour more. He made me his hangover medicine and told me that if he ever found me in that condition again, he would give me up to my mother, but I knew he wouldn't. He had been a real rebel when younger. Therefore he was really successful as a cop. He knew all the tricks! But that's another story."
He put eggs and bacon on the table for Lindsay, who had just finished her coffee, and sat beside her, "Eat it, I know you don't want to, but you must." Lindsay muttered something, but started to eat. Flack started to read a newspaper and. Lindsay looked at him, while she was eating. Flack was wearing a blue NYPD t-shirt and black jeans. He looked really good.
When Monroe had eaten all from her plate, Flack gave her a glass with some kind of strange liquid, and a pill, "What is THAT?"
"That?" Flack smiled, "That is tomato juice and Black label, and the pill is aspirin. Drink it."
"If it kills me, then all the evidence will point at you." She drowned all of it, "God, that is disgusting!"
"Put it helps, now go and get a shower, extra toothbrush is in the cupboard above the sink, and I put there some extra towels. If you need, you can go and find a t-shirt from my closet; I think my pants are too big for you, so you must get through with your jeans. And bathroom is next to my bedroom."
"Thanks," she gave a weak smile.
Lindsay opened Flack's closet. There were many shirts, ties and jackets, but she had seen most of them, she started to browse his t-shirts. He had many of them, all of them whit a funny text on like: I was a schizophrenic, but we are better know, or If you talk to me, turn to me as "Yes, Master" or Boys learn so fast how to drive a car, but never how to use a vacuum cleaner, a lawn mower or a dishwasher.
Lindsay took the one that said Too sexy for this shirt, because it was the only one small enough to suit her; nevertheless it still was half way down to her thigh. One text capture her eye, she wanted to ask about that from Flack.
Flack was standing in the middle of the room, with a box when Lindsay came from shower. She smiled, "OK, I can understand the schizophrenia one, I can understand the master one, but the t-shirt that says I want peace in the Middle East…and a blow job?"
Flack laughed, "Those t-shirts are all presents. People seem to think that I like them. Ones that I have bought myself are at the bottom of the shelf. Danny gave me the one you asked about, and the one with a vacuum cleaner was a gift from my mother, she told me that it remind her my teenage years."
Lindsay laughed too, looked like last night had affected him, it seemed like he felt better, but she wanted to be sure, " Are you still mad at the world and want to yell at me, throw things at me, or something." Flack looked at her for a moment, then showed her a box, "No, I want to play monopoly."
"Monopoly?" Lindsay was sure he had lost it completely, "But it's only two of us."
"Hang on for a moment, you'll see." It wasn't even a moment when the doorbell rang. Lindsay threw a look at him; Flack only raised an eyebrow and went to answer the door. Lindsay looked around towards the living room, she had been there last night but in the daylight it seemed so different. There were many pictures of his family, friends and team. Only picture that was missing was Lindsay's, he hadn't asked for it in three months and she didn't even know to offer him one. Her thoughts were disturbed by the sound of footsteps, when she turned around she saw Flack entering the room with 9-year old girl, who had same kind of black hair as Flack.
"April, I want to introduce you to Lindsay Monroe, my good friend and a co-worker."
The girl resembled Flack so much; she didn't know that Flack had a daughter. Flack smiled, he saw confusion in Lindsay's eyes, "Lindsay, let me introduce you April Douglas, my niece." Lindsay felt relieved and it was so obvious that it took Flack a lot of self-control not to burst out laughing.
"It's nice to meet you miss Douglas."
"It's my pleasure, miss Monroe."
"Call me Lindsay."
"If so, I'm April." It all amused Flack, "Now, when we all are one happy family, can we play a little Monopoly?" Lindsay and April exchanged smiles, "He loves monopoly, doesn't he?"
"Yes, he does. He is one person with whom it is always fun to play that."
"If you are done bonding, can we play, so who's the banker."
"I think Lindsay will be, not you." April smiled slickly.
"And why not me?" Flack had just opened the monopoly table.
"Because you cheat."
Flack looked at Lindsay, "Detective Monroe?"
"Yes, Detective Flack?"
"Did that kid just call me a cheat?"
"Yes, Detective Flack, what are you going to do about it?"
"Arrest her," he looked at April.
"Arrest me, what are the charges?"
"Insulting a police officer."
"You can try!" April laughed and started to run. Flack waited for a second and took off after her; he caught her in the middle of his living room and tickled her. April was rolling around in the ground and laughed, "Pleeeeassse…ha ha…uncle…ha ha…Don…ha ha…stop…ha ha…it!"
"Not before you say you're sorry."
"I'm… ha ha…sorry."
"Say like you mean it."
"I'm…ha ha…sorry…ha ha…I…ha ha…mean…ha ha…it."
"Okay that has to do, now get up and choose your player." While they were on the ground Lindsay had put the entire table up, "I think I'll take the racecar."
"Why always you can have the racecar?" April pouted.
"Let me see, because I'm older, I have a driver's license, I'm better looking than you, ok ok I 'm not sure about that, but, oh yeah, I'm bigger then you. Plus I'm a police officer. Any problems with that?"
"Enough with your ego, could we play?" April took the thimble out of the box.
"Don, has anybody told you, that April is just like you?" Flack smirked, "You know that they say it to me all the time, I saw your face before, but I always tell them to look her mother, she has the looks in that family and character, although her father is alright."
"Hey guys can we play?"
Mac and Stella stepped into the apartment and they stopped, the walls, the floor, the ceiling, everything was white, even the furniture.
"Everything is so sterile, just like in the hospital." Stella looked around.
"Yeah, your right."
"I hate hospitals."
"But why does professional interior decorator live in a place like that?"
"I don't know."
Mac looked arond some more, "Do you know what this reminds me?"
"A case of OCD."
"Yes, but Flack never mentioned that."
"Maybe he didn't know."
"Yeah, you are right, they haven't spoken properly for ten years."
"It must have started after they broke up." Mac walked through the room, "I'm going to check the bedroom, look around here." When Mac vanished into the bedroom, Stella started processing the living room, she didn't see anything strange or out of the place, she went back to the door she wanted take the flashlight but spot something under the table, she leaned closer. There were some small pieces of glass; Stella frowned. If she had had OCD, that wouldn't fit into the picture.
"Hey, Mac come here and look at this!" Mac came from the bedroom.
"What do you have?"
"I believe someone has smashed a vase here," Mac squat and looked at the pieces, then he noticed a wrinkled white clothe below the cupboard, he walked there and picked it up, he smelled it, "Chloroform."
"Bag it."
FlashbackMelody stepped into her apartment, from a habit she left the door opened and walked to the table, she was putting her purse and keys on the table, but they didn't reach it, because someone grabbed her from behind and put a cloth on her nose. She started to struggle, when chloroform began to affect she knocked down the vase, it surprised attacker, he dropped the cloth. But Melody was all ready unconscious.
End of Flashback
"Did you find anything from the bedroom?" Stella put evidence to the case.
"No, nothing," Mac took his case, "I think we should talk to Melody's mother. Call Danny and Sheldon, tell them to go and talk to her co-workers." Stella nodded; she took her phone when Mac closed the door.
I'm writing fifth chapter, I will finich soon, as I said before pleas review, and pleas someone could tell me how to I put it up to community?
