Songbird (completed)

chapter fifteen

"So the last time Brock saw our vic was a few nights before she died. When he told her he couldn't do it anymore. That just leaves Steve without an alibi." Thomas mumbled, flipping through papers. It had been twelve hours. No sleep. Just coffee. Delia's brain felt like mush. "Right. He didn't come in today voluntarily so I'm assuming we're going to need an arrest warrant." she sighed. Without a whole bunch of proof, there may not be enough here to get them one. Delia rubbed her temples and then took a sip of her coffee. It tasted like ass, but it gave her caffeine. She could feel that her eyes were sunken in. Thomas closed the file and put it back in his drawer. "We'll get that in the morning. We should go get some rest." He said, stretching in his chair. Delia yawned and nodded. "Are you crashing at my place again?" Thomas smiled sheepishly and nodded. Delia finished writing a note to slip under the Chiefs door about the warrant. She threw Thomas her keys. "Gonna slip this under Riggs door." She called behind her shoulder as she made her way there. 
     When Delia returned back out to the car, it was running and she could hear the heat blasting. She bundled herself in and pulled the seatbelt over her chest, stretching her toes inside her shoes. Thomas pulled out and started the drive to her house. "You don't mind that I'm staying with you, right?" Thomas asked after 20 minutes of silence. 10 more minutes before she could escape to her room at home. She looked at Thomas and shook her head. "To be honest, it is kind of nice having my own cook." Delia teased. Thomas smiled and shook his head. 
    Delia walked into the house and threw her stuff down on the nearest chair. The dog sitter left about an hour ago, so she opened the back door letting them out. Thomas stood in the kitchen, leaning against the island. "I wish I had a house this nice." He said, looking around at the kitchen. Delia smiled and shrugged. "Now you do." she walked towards the living room, grabbing her stuff and heading to take it into her bedroom. She heard Thomas following her, but  ignored it. The guest bedroom was this way. Delia set her stuff down on her bed and watched as Thomas examined it. "Nice." He said to her Star wars posters. He also enjoyed the Sherlock Holmes Funko Pop she had. Then he laid down on her bed. Delia raised her eyebrow while she continued to put her stuff away, watching him. "Comfortable. Since this is my house too, I get a say in where I sleep." A smirk played across his lips. Delia laughed and shook her head. "No sir, that's not how this works. This is my bed." smiling, she wandered to the other side of the bed. "Well I'm not movin'" he teased. "Neither am I" Delia put her hands on her hips sassily. Thomas crossed his arms. She laughed and shook her head, heading back downstairs to let the dogs in. 
    When she returned, Delia found her bed unmade with her stuffie on her pillow and Thomas flipping through one of her magazines, her glasses on his face. "My what big ears you have grandmother." She said as she walked into the room. Thomas gave his trademark grin and set the magazine down. "Hellooo dearie!" He yelled in a raspy, wanna be, grandmother voice. Delia made a face at him and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. She wandered into the bathroom to change, and as she was about to walk out she heard Thomas's feet pad across the floor. Delia waited for a knock on the door, but Thomas just went right back to the bed. When she came out, her door was closed but one of her dogs was laying on her bed. Thomas petting him lovingly and talking baby to him. Delia raised her eyebrow and cleared her throat. The dog got down immediately and went in laid in his bed. "I don't let my dogs up on my bed. I don't want fleas." Delia sighed and brushed off her bed. "Sorry warden." Thomas smiled. Delia rolled her eyes and climbed into the bed. Thomas turned towards her, his head leaning on his hand while he watched her brush her hair. "I feel like I'm in a 50s movie." She said. Thomas didn't move or say anything. Delia put her brush down and turned out her lamp, leaving them in darkness except for her sunlight lamp. She watched Thomas's face as he watched her. And then he leaned toward her, grabbing her face in his hands and kissing her. Delia was filled with passion, shock, and nervousness. But she kissed back.