Murder of the 15th II

Levi made his way towards Sam's Lab, his black coat bellowing as he walked. But upon his entrance to the lab, he noticed it empty. He pondered on texting her but thought otherwise after seeing her mobile phone on the table.

So, he decided to take the elevator towards her office, taking a peek through the wide glass wall he saw it empty once again. So he turned to the assistant's cubicle across the office.

The brunette was sitting with a phone in her left hand, a pen in her right taking notes on the task at hand. She needed to remind her boss that her monthly routine meeting was moved to a later date.

"Alright. Yes, I'll make sure to inform her. Thank you." She said, too distracted to even notice the tall blond man standing there.

After ending the call, she realized the looming shadow over her and she almost jumped off her chair when she noticed him standing there. He was fucking tall she suddenly realized from her spot in the chair. And he was staring at her, with his scrutinizing eyes.

Elle scowled at the blond, annoyed that he surprised her. "Holy fuck." She cussed, after calming her racing heart. "She went out for lunch," Elle informed, knowing full well who he came there for. Sam was the only reason Levi Jackson would come to Guy's. Or a corpse, of course.

Levi didn't respond, he couldn't respond. He knew that writing all too well. The very same that he had been looking at for the past week, and there it was on her table. Exact strokes and he just witnessed her writing it. He continued to stare at her, the Assistant, thinking.

The next ideas coming in his mind he didn't like; Elle was not smart enough to perform homicides that looked like Natural death. But her boss was, Sam was undeniably capable of performing such a difficult feat, he wouldn't doubt it for a second.

However, she was clearly not the type, or was he being biased because he knew her? He can't tell, he was confused. Was his profile on her wrong?

Did he get it wrong after all?

Elle felt small under Levi's gaze, the way he looked at her felt like she was under the microscope being examined. As though he was trying to discover everything about her, it frightened her. It would make anyone feel exposed, weak. "What?" she barked at the blond.

Levi turned suddenly, not saying a word, leaving the woman baffled.

Sam entered her Lab, holding a half-eaten sandwich in her mouth, she stepped out for a moment to get something to eat in the cafeteria. Boy, nothing looked decent enough to eat if she was honest. So she just grabbed a turkey sandwich.

"Hey." she greeted the blond who was sitting in a chair still wearing his coat.

"Sup?" Sam asked but he didn't reply, he simply just stared at her in silence, studying her. Sam shrugged, unbothered by his weirdness, as she walked towards the coffee machine in the corner. Making herself a cup of coffee.

Levi watched her, thinking. She had clearly been busy, which was nothing out of the ordinary, she was always busy he thought.

The mark around both her wrists says she had been in the morgue recently, a mark from the gloves she wore for a long period.

And from the sight of the Laboratory, she had been running a fingerprint, most likely for another cold case that was on the table.

Levi vacated his seat without a word and made his way towards the door. His actions made Sam frown as a result, concerned. She ran after him, standing by the door as he walked through the hall. "Levi!" she called, and he stopped in his toes, turning to look at her.

"Did you need anything?" She asked, concerned. It wasn't unusual to find a quiet Levi, but this was different she realized. Something heavy was on his mind.

Levi turned, and looked at her coldly, "No." he answered then walked away.

Sam clenched her jaw, eyes wide as she watched him walk away. It was the first time he looked at her like that, a look that will forever be in her mind. Not due to romantic reasons, but because of a fact...whatever she sees, will forever be engraved in her mind.

No matter what. It was her curse.

And what was on his face was disappointment and anger, and she knew exactly why.

"Fuck," she thought out loud.

7 Eastbourne Rd, 10 PM

Davies parked his car in front of Jackson Detective's office. There sat on the sofa facing the boys was Levi. The boys were all getting ready to leave, it was getting late after all.

Marco on the other hand is occupied with managing their bills and inventories. He felt more like an Assistant than a business partner to the blond.

Everyone turned to look at the door when it opened. Entered the familiar Detective, no, recently promoted Detective Inspector Davies of Criminal Investigation Department.

Davies approached Levi on the sofa, panting, he really should lose some weight. He was way out of shape.

"The fingerprint you brought matched the one on the letter," he informed.

"Who was it from?" He asked the blond, anxious. Wondering how the Criminal psychologist got his hands on the killer's fingerprint? Did he know who?

Marco shot up from his chair, surprised at Davies's revelation. He wasn't made aware that Levi had possession of the suspect fingerprints.

Is that why he returned hours ago from Guy's Hospital in a bad mood? Marco and the boys had initially assumed that he and Sam fought. Due to the fact that he only made that expression when he was cross with the redhead. Like when she kicked him out months previously from her lab. His keycard's access was removed from the system and he had to do his experiments in his kitchen lab angrily. Like a child told to stand facing the wall, he was indignant.

Marco vacated his table and approached Levi, "Do you know who the murderer is?" he asked.

Levi glared at the two men coldly, "Wind your necks in, you two. I don't know who the murderer is. Don't be stupid." he deadpanned, and the two exchanged a look both noting that his tone and glare were unusually more fierce.

"But the letter!" Davies insisted, confused.

"Elle Hart, that's who the fingerprint belongs to," Levi revealed, looking at the window.