deadly lies

chapter 2

I walk into the toilets, making sure they're empty before calling derek. "Hey babe, what's up?" He answers. I immediately tear up.

"Sweetheart are you there?" He asks. "Yeah" my lip trembles. "Are you okay?" He asks. "No" I say.

"What's wrong?" He asks. "One of my c-co workers touched me.. he put his hand on my thigh under the table" I say.

"I whispered him to move it and he started yelling at me infront of the entire office" I say, my voice shaky. "Who?" He asks. "Matthew" I say.

I cry quietly, trying to hold myself together. "Okay, just take deep breaths baby" he whispers. I take deep breaths like he said.

"Don't be embarrassed about him yelling.. thats just embarrassing for him, not you.. and if anyone says anything to you, arrest them" he says. I sniffle, chuckling softly.

"If he touches you again you know how to fight.. you're the strongest person I know" he says. I smile. "I'm sorry mer, I gotta go" he says.

"Okay, I love you.. have fun cutting people open" I say. He chuckles. "I love you more.. go kick some ass" he says. I smile, hanging up. I leave the toilets and go back to my desk.

After work I go home and see that dereks already home too. "Hi honey" I smile, walking to the couch, sitting next to him. "Hi, how was the rest of your day at work?" He asks. "Okay" I smile, shrugging.

He kisses me softly. "You look so gorgeous today.. I didn't get to tell you this morning because I left early" he says. I grin. "Thankyou" I blush.

"Hey, can I run something by you? I- God, I need to get this case off of my chest" I say. "Of course" he says.

I get up, pulling the big murderboard I have infront of the couch where he's sat. "Wow" he says as he sees the picture of the bloody corpse.

"This is Jim.. he was murdered 2 days ago.. he got shot in the head" I say. He nods. "It was in his own home.. 16 year old daughter was asleep in her room and his wife was cooking in the kitchen" I say.

"Where was he?" He asks. "In the hallway.. just next to the kitchen" I say. "It was the wife" he says.

I shake my head. "The wife was on a work call the whole time.. facetime.. her boss and multiple colleagues even confirmed it" I say. He frowns.

"Burglary gone wrong?" He asks. "No stolen items.. no forced entry.. and the wife didn't see anything" I say. "Well, maybe it was someone the wife knew.. she was having an affair and it was her lover?" He suggests.

"That's what I thought too.. so we searched her phone.. nothing.. there's no signs that she was" I say.

"Anyway, what could be the reason for her to kill her own husband?" I ask. "Bad person.. bad farther" he says. "He wasn't-" I stop, thinking.

"What?" He asks. I pick up my phone. "He was the stepfather, not biological" I say, dialing Annie, the forensic scientist.

"Hey what's up?" She asks. "The Jim Simmons case" I say. "Mhm?" She asks. "Did we ever check the daughters fingerprints with the ones we found on the gun?" I ask.

"She was asleep" she says. "Was she? The mom could have just said that to protect her.. he might not have been a good step farther.. she got a hold of one of her stepdad's guns.." I say.

"I'll update you" she says. "I'll get an arrest out on the daughter" I say. We hang up.

"Thankyou baby! You're a genius" I jump onto him, hugging him. He chuckles softly, hugging me. "It was all you detective" he says. I giggle.

I kiss him. I straddle him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He kisses me again. "We have dinner with your parents next week" I say.

"No, please no" he whines. "We have to.. you haven't seen them in three months" I say. He sighs.

Derek doesn't have a good relationship with his family. He loves his mom more than anything but his dad constantly ridicules him.

Ever since he was younger his dad always favoured his sisters over him, in a very obvious way too.

He gets along with amelia, Kathleen and liz but Nancy is just as bad as his dad. His dad doesn't really say much to me, so I don't know if he really dislikes me or not.

Nancy absolutely hates me, but I have a close relationship with his sisters and his mom.

"Baby, if your dad says anything.. I'll defend you, okay?" I smile. He let's out a small chuckle. I grin. "I promise, it'll be okay" I say. He hugs me. I smile.

"Okay" he pulls away. He gently picks me off of his lap. "I'm gonna make food" he says. "I'll help you" I say. "Okay" he smiles. We get up, going to the kitchen.