“Are you still there?” he asked, thinking she’d hung up on him. There was nothing coming from her end of the call. Well, nothing that wasn’t ominous.
She finally answered.
“Yeah, I’m here. Let me guess. They hate women, and I’m out. Blah, blah, blah.”
He sighed.
Oh, brother.
While he loved being her partner, there were issues that they always had. Leah hated men on a good day when she perceived they did her dirty. On a bad day, she was downright angry about it.
“You’re out of your mind. They don’t hate women. They just tend to do things their own way. I asked if you could help. I haven’t spoken to them since, but I’ll get an answer for you. I promise.”
Which wasn’t a lie.
He would get an answer, but would it make her happy? That was the question.
“What are you doing now?” she asked.
There was no point sugarcoating it, since he really wasn’t‘helping them with the case’. He was more like chauffeuring and butler-ing for them. Unless the killer was in the underwear section of the shops, he wasn’t catching shit but weird looks as he bought lots of underwear.
“Well, in case you want to be jealous, I’m buying them clothing at some shops because they both got bloody and are running out of things. That’s it. There’s not a clue in sight, Sherlock.”
She was pouting.
How did he know?
When she was absolutely silent, she was either plotting someone’s demise or upset.
He wanted to sigh.
“Stop,” he said. “I’ll talk to them when I get their clothing to them. I’m literally a gopher. I’m not actually working a case. I’m playing pick up this, run this person here… You’re not missing anything. In fact, they aren’t even working this yet. I just took the one agent to the ER to get his cast replaced after wrecking it,” he offered, not mentioning the bullet.
Why?
He didn’t know. Maybe he just didn’t want to play twenty questions in the men’s section of the store.
“Really. Getting shot at slowed the investigation down. It’s at a standstill. If they are doing anything, it’s research and internet searches. That’s all.”
Okay, that made her feel a little better.
“Give me time to talk them into letting you on board. I’ll get them to let you help. Just don’t do anything crazy until then, and don’t tell them their jobs are bogus. Clearly, you calling thedude’s profiling bullshit didn’t help your case out. You need to stop going with that voice in your head and listening to the devil. It gets you in trouble.”
She snorted.
“Well, the Devil did make me do it, and I still think his profiling is bullshit. He doesn’t know anything we know. I want him to show me how he does that Voodoo, and then, I’ll buy into it.”
He just shook his head.
“I’ll call you as soon as they clear you. They’re being careful,” he stated.
Then, his gut told him to go there, and he did.
“By the way, someone outed them to the media. Was it you?” he asked.
She actually gasped.
“How was I outing them? I was with you nonstop except when I took a piss. That’s a wild assumption, Dannie. You know me better than that. We were together all night working, and then I came here to nap. That’s it.”
