She's Mine, He's Back.

Chapter 7

Tru instinctively reached for they keys, then stopped right before she touched them; an idea brewing in her mind. She went to the cabinet and collected the items she needed to dust for fingerprints, the black powder, a brush, and her collection tape. She also grabbed a pair of gloves and slid them on. She carefully spread out each key, trying not to smudge any fingerprints that might be on them. And then she got to work, sprinkle, dust, tape, repeat, each key, she worked quickly and thoroughly. She was to the last key now, their house key, she handled it ever so carefully, and when she pulled the tape off, she found a perfect print.

She quickly moved over to the computer, scanning it into the system and ran it through the database. She was probably breaking about 10 or 20 HR rules. But at this point she didn't care. She was not about to let that creep have free range of her home, her life, again. She remembered the times he broke in before and it sent that chill down her spine again as she wondered if he broke in at times when she wasn't there. Did he rifle through her things? Smell her clothes? Lie down on her bed and imagine what it would be like to be with her? Of course, he did. She wasn't about to let him torment her like that again.

It wasn't long before the computer dinged, and it pulled up a match. A match to Carson. She knew it, she knew in her gut he hadn't changed. She printed out the screen, grabbed her keys, apologized to Miranda, and headed out the door just as quickly as she had come in.

***

Carisi sat at his desk in the squad room, looking through surveillance footage from the street cams where their dead body was found just a few short days ago. He always seemed to get stuck with the grunt work, the tedious stuff, like sitting in one spot for hours just watching the tiny squares, trying to find any clue that was useful. Or scouring someone's entire internet history. He didn't mind though. He was good at seeing things nobody else saw. Good at finding something someone else might miss.

"Here comes drama," Rollins mumbled as she passed by him, she set down a cup of coffee on his desk.

Carisi looked at her, wondering what she meant. Rollins nodded towards the door, Carisi followed her gesture and spotted Tru marching into the squad room.

"Real nice, Rollins." Carisi scoffed as he stood to his feet, meeting Tru in the middle of the room. "Hey, what are you doing here?"

"Can we talk in private?" Tru asked.

"Of course," Carisi said as he led her into the break room. He looked her over, the color was drained from her skin, she looked pale and fragile. He barely saw a hint of his beautiful, healthy, glowing girlfriend. "What's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Tru pulled her keys out of her pocket and tossed them onto the table, they landed with a clank and scooted an inch or two across the wood.

"Where'd you find them?" Carisi asked.

"They were on my desk at work," Tru chewed on her bottom lip, nervously.

"Okay, great. Mystery solved then..." He looked at her, she didn't seem relieved. "What am I missing here?"

"I know I had them when I got home last night."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! I'm sure!" Tru snapped, she pulled out a folded piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to him.

"What is this?" Carisi asked as he scanned the paper. He looked up, noticing his fellow detectives were trying not to stare at them. He pulled the blinds down to the break room so they couldn't see.