Part 14: Injunction
The Caprican Court House's public bathrooms were unisex and usually busy. The one Didi entered, however, was eerily empty, and as such every noise she made echoed harshly within its stainless steel walls. Her heels cracked against the tiled floor; the pipes emitted a high pitch scream when she flushed; the stall's door hinges creaked despite their polished well-maintained appearance.
As she rinsed her hands, she couldn't help but use the mirror to check behind her. Then, a moment later she jumped when the water made a belching noise after it had spun down the drain. She laughed at her own stupidity and jittery nerves as she waved her hands under the dryer.
She turned to leave, but her path was blocked by a tall woman she knew to be the President's Chief Aide and suspected mistress. Didi would realise later that the roar of the hand dryer had masked Shelly Godfrey's approach.
"Miss Cassidy, I hear you've been asking a lot of questions lately about one of the President's past patients."
Patient? Laura Roslin? Baltar classed Roslin as his patient?
"President Baltar-"
"Wants you to stop." Didi shuddered at the unnatural pallor of Godfrey's skin due to the unreal blondeness of her hair. "I don't know what game you and Lampkin think you're playing, but you both need to remember elections are still another twelve months away and we can make life very uncomfortable for you if you continue this ridiculous witch hunt."
"I don't understand. You-"
With speed and strength opposed to her rakishly thin frame, Godfrey gripped Didi's arms in a vice-like hold which would leave bruises, and pinned Didi against the wall. "Quash the inquiry," she hissed. "Do not initiate an inquest. People have only just forgotten Roslin's rantings, let's leave it this way, shall we?"