Cases // h.s

four

The next day Zoe is gushing about some party at a club tomorrow.
"Come on girls, it's Friday tomorrow, we should totally go. Everyone else from the office will be there!"
Amila and I look at each other before sighing in unison.
"Okay, we'll go," Amila says and puts on a tight smile. Zoe squeals and starts rambling about what she's going to wear and I can't help but laugh at her. She's definitely a character.
The day goes slowly by as the team tries to figure out the current position of Nick Eads. I sign a few papers here and there, talk to Harry a few times and go through some basic routines at the interrogation-room with Ryan. He tells me how to interrogate a suspect the right way and how to handle physical pressure from seeing dead people. Ryan is kind but is also a little demanding at times and I wouldn't want to be around him for the whole day.

I'm signing the rest of the stack of papers Harry gave me two days ago when I hear my name being called. It's Harry calling me and in three quick steps I'm at his desk.
"We found out where Nick Eads is, and it's a bit of a drive, so I'll just pick you up at your apartment tomorrow morning,"
"Okay, when do I have to be ready?"
He looks back down at his computer.
"At 7:30," he answers simply.
I almost ask him if he knows where I live, but then I remember how he drove me home from the café yesterday. I press my lips together nodding and go back to my desk to sign the last paper.

"Alexandra!"
Zoe is running towards me as I'm on my way down the street, waving her hand in the air signaling me to stop. When she reaches me she places her hands on her knees and breathes heavily.
"I seriously have to start going to the gym," she pants and I laugh.
"What I wanted to ask you is if you wanted to go shopping with Amila, Sandra and I tonight?" I smile at her invitation and immediately say yes. We agree to meet outside Westfield in an hour and I hurry home to get ready.

As we're looking through the racks of dresses, trying to find something to wear tomorrow, I take my chance to ask about Harry.
"How long has Harry worked at the office?" I ask casually as I keep searching through the clothes.
Amila and Zoe look at each other and Zoe smirks.
"What is it?"
She quickly whispers something to Amila and they giggle.
"Seriously guys, what is it?"
"Nothing," she responds and I roll my eyes.
"He has worked at the office for four years I think. We don't really know how he got in that early, taking that he is only 24 into consideration," Amila says. "What do you think of him?"
I find a nice black dress and lay it over my arm to the rest of the clothes I've found.
"I think he's rude and arrogant. But I don't know really, he did drive me home last night after all," they look at me shocked and I swear Zoe's jaw almost touches the floor.
"He drove you home?"
"Guys it's no big deal. I was just walking home from a café and he offered me a ride," I explain as we head for the changing rooms.
"It's a pretty big deal when it's Harry. He would never offer Amila or I a ride,
trust me," Zoe says.

When we're done trying I decide on a tight black dress that reaches just above my knees. There's nothing special about, but the other girls like it and insisted that I wear it tomorrow. We part ways and I take the last bus home at ten.

I hear a soft honk from outside my window and I rush down the stairs. It's
precisely 7:30am and Harry is here to pick me up.
"Good morning," I greet as I get into the car.
This time it's not his Audi, but a black jeep with 'CSI - Crime Scene Investigation' plastered on the side of it.
"Morning," he greets back and pulls out from the sidewalk.
"How long is the ride?"
He doesn't answer for a while as he concentrates on the traffic.
"An hour and a half."

We get to the highway and I decide to try to start a conversation.
"Where do you live?"
"Not far from you," he answers simply, not bothering to keep the conversation
going.
"Oh, okay,"
It's not until twenty minutes later that he decides to say something.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
I'm a little bewildered at his question; that was not what I was expecting.
"Uhm, n-no I haven't," I answer as I furrow my brows in confusion. Why would he ask me that?