Murder of the 15th III

Interrogation Room, CID

It was 15 passed 10 in the evening when Criminal Investigation Department invited the assistant to come to the station for questioning.

"Oh, god." Elle groaned; after opening her door. She was already dressed for bed by then expecting she will have another busy day tomorrow at Guy's. But the officers insisted she come.

She did so willingly, only for them to question her about a letter. A letter she made for Sam; it was a letter she sent herself.

Davies sat across the brunette, he pushed the letter inside the evidence bag, showing it to the brunette."Did you write this Ms. Hart? Don't try and deny it, we have your--" he started, his tone getting louder.

"Yes, I did." Elle interrupted his little speech, unafraid, oblivious that Levi and Marco were standing behind the two-way mirror observing the whole exchange.

Davies scowled at the P. A's confidence, the stern look on the woman's face he observed as either a sign of innocence or psychopathy.

Davies cleared his throat, trying to regain his momentum back. "Why did you send this to me?" He asked.

Levi scoffed behind the mirror, eyes narrowed, jaw clenched. He was growing impatient with Davies taking his sweet time with the questioning. He stepped out of the room and barged in the Interrogation room with Marco in tow. The bearded man sent Davies an apologetic look, they both know it's better to let Levi do his thing.

Levi marched towards Davies' side, whilst staring straight at Elle. He leaned closer trying to make his point across, "March 15th, where were you?" he asked the obvious question to a suspect of serial murder.

Elle pondered for a moment, she can't recall. No normal person can recall where they were during an ordinary date. "Ah, I don't know...why?" she answered.

Levi's palm slammed over the wooden table making both Elle and Davie jump on their seats, "Answer me!" he bellowed. Elle looked at Marco, and Davies mentally wondered why they were letting the blond prick turn a 'questioning' into an interrogation.

"Okay--shit. Give me a sec." she said, grabbing her purse and pulling out her mobile phone, she scrolled to check her past appointments on her calendar.

Levi impatiently grabbed the device from her hand and inspected it himself. He looked at the date and there it was, on it says 'RCT Dentist'.

He remembered this vaguely, he was in the lab with Sam, and the redhead was greatly amused when Elle gave her a call from her Dentist's appointment, in panic. The redhead had to calm Elle down through the phone before her scheduled Root canal. The brunette didn't speak for two days, something he relished.

Placing her mobile on the table, he looked at her determined.

"Where is she?" he asked, and Elle knew who he meant. "At home," she said, and Levi walked out immediately, Marco right behind him.

Davies ran towards the door, watching the two tall men walk through the hallway

"Where are you going!?" he asked.

"We won't get any important answers from her," Levi answered. Marco sent Davies a look telling him to come with them, beckoning him to follow.

Davies turned to Elle still seated in the room, sent her an apologetic smile, and rushed out the door. He bumped into one of his subordinates, "Deal with the paperwork and drive Ms. Hart home." he said, earning a nod from the young officer.

Finally able to catch up with the two in the Hallway,

"What did you mean?!" he asked Levi.

"It's not her, you fool," the blond said, pressing the elevator button towards the parking.

Levi got in his car, Marco sat in the passenger seat as usual, concerned. He had never seen Levi this attached to a case before. Was it because Elle was Sam's assistant? Or was there more.

While Davies followed behind the blue Shelby Cobra in his own car. 15minutes later they came to a stop, Davies parked right behind Levi's car and he followed behind the psychologist.

Marco and Davies exchanged a look, after realizing they were heading to a small building. "Bloody hell, Levi! Where are we!? Is this the killer's house?!" Davies whispered-yell towards the blond.

"Wind your necks in, you two," Levi instructed and the two adamantly followed behind him quietly as instructed.

Levi paused in front of the door, he pressed a pair of digits and the electronic door clicked open. They entered a small hallway. The lights automatically switched on upon their entrance, making the two unfamiliar men tense for a second.

Marco and Davies scanned the hall, at the end of it was another door, and just above the door was an obvious security camera. The two-man exchanged a look, Marco wondering if he'll get sued for trespassing after this.

The three paused at the door, as Levi fished the keys out of his coat pocket and chose one unfamiliar to Marco and inserted it in the keyhole, the door opened.

Marco and Davies looked at each other but didn't say anything. They followed behind the blond as he made his way in the house, seemingly familiar at its set up. He'd been there before, the two could tell.

And there in the living room sat Mozart, wagging his tail, looking at the three curiously.

Marco's eyes widened at the familiar giant dog, and the realization hit him.

"No. No." he muttered as it sunk in deeper.

"No." He whispered in disbelief.

His eyes scanned the place, modern with a twist of history and the place was dimly lit.

'This is Sam's flat...which means...Sam, made Elle write the letter. Which only leads to...Is Sam the killer?' Marco pondered on the idea. He couldn't believe it.

"Who owns this place? Do we need back up?" Davies whispered, putting his hand on the Grip of his gun. Mo saw this movement and he growled in warning. The once calm dog, positioned itself to attack.

Levi turned to Davies, "Get your hand off the gun, Davies. Or he will attack you." he instructed and Davies adamantly followed.

He felt uncomfortable, the dog was huge. He reckons it weighs at least 130pounds.

The dog calmed immediately at Davies' action, and Levi pated its head as he scanned the room for the redhead.

Davies turned to Marco, who had been standing eerily silent.

"Where are we?" he asked Marco who slowly turned to him, and answered sadly, "Sam Gray."

Sam emerged from her bedroom noticing that her dog had disappeared from her room.

"Mo?" she called for her trusted companion.

Sams's eyes widened at the three men in surprise, standing in her living room.

She had a towel in hand, drying her red hair, wearing an oversized T-shirt, looking too attractive for the three's liking.

She didn't look like a killer, but most killers didn't look like killers.

That's what's so scary about them, Marco thought. Is this really happening? He couldn't help fathom.

Sam scanned the three familiar men, still wearing their jacket and coats, her eyes resting on the familiar slicked blond who was still looking at her coldly.

"Hmm...what are you doing here?" She asked, feigning ignorance. She had a few ideas that led them there.

After getting over Davies initial shock,

"Dr. Gray, please put your hands behind your head," he instructed, taking his handcuffs behind him.

The dog growled at him when he took a step closer to his master, baring its sharp teeth in warning.

Sam looked at the short flabby man, "Why would I do that, D.I Davies?" she asked.

In the living room, the landline rang and Sam turned and made her way towards it answering the call.

The three men watched in silence,

"Hello. Ah...I see they are here. Yes, and No. Not yet." Sam said, eyes shifting to the three men her eyes turning cold.

After ending the call, she said

"That was Elle."

"She mentioned you took her for interrogation? Really? For what grounds?" she asked, clearly pissed off. She avoids having to disturb the brunette during her off duty hours, so she could rest. Having to work under her is hard enough as it is, and having to deal with late-night visits from the Police is too much.

"For writing a letter linked to multiple murder," Davies answered.

"I told her to write that letter," Sam revealed.

"Is that an admission to murder?" Davies asked.

Sam scoffed, furrowed her brows looking legitimately offended.

"Please, you are insulting my intellect." she started.

"I have an IQ of 207, BA's, MA's, Ph.D.'s, and an MD on my belt. I am an expert in Forensic Science and Pathology. Do you honestly think I will send a list of people, I, as you say, murdered or will murder? With my assistants' fingerprint on it? Something that can be easily linked or traced to me?" she scoffed, giving Davies a bitch-please look.

Levi sat down on her sofa, crossing his long legs and said, "It's not her."

Confusing both Davies and Marco, the two turned to him,

"Then why are we here?" Marco asked.

Levi huffed, annoyed at how slow their brains functioned. Normal people are so stupid, at times stupidity can be somewhat entertaining, maybe a little endearing. But right then, he wasn't too fond of their slow working brains.

"Because she's the one who sent the letter. It wasn't a hit list as you initially assumed, Detective Inspector," he said, turning to Davies.

"It was a warning of murders coming," Levi added, and Marco expelled an audible sigh of relief. Thank god, his friend was not a murderer. Levi rolled his eyes at his friend's behavior, what an empty lot their little heads we're.

Davies' body relaxed visibly at the revelation, thank god he doesn't need to wrestle that enormous dog just to put her in handcuffs.

He reckons he'll get shredded. Not the best way to die.