Chapter 5: Motives and Games

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Summary::: this chapter will be a Kirsten and Camille scene and then there will be a scene with Cameron and Kirsten walking to the police.
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The next morning I walk through the door of my house with my roommate Camille. After Cameron and I talked I was feeling odd and decided to go home and get ready before work. I pushed open the door which as usual was unlocked as Camille always forgot to lock it. "Damn roommates." I muttered.

"Well if you feel that way.." I hear a voice say from the couch. Camille sits up and looks at me. "Seriously I can just leave but you'd completely miss me if I left!" I snort as she sits up and stretches.

"Like I need you to help me get action." She laughed and got up. Freezing when she saw me she began to laugh.

"What are you wearing?" She asked walking towards the kitchen.

"My uniform." I say as if it's obvious. She turns towards me a glass of orange juice in her hands and looks me up and down again.

"What type of job requires that?" She laughs again and then pauses. "Oh my god. If that's your uniform from yesterday, that means that's either you slept in it or changed back into it meaning you didn't have normal clothes showing OH MY GOD YOU STAYED SOMEWHERE." Camille said with an orange juice mustache. I automatically cracked up but at the same time was disgusted. "Oh god of course!! That explains the secretive behavior!! What happened?" She said reaching up to wipe off the orange.

"NO. I passed out at work and my co-worker brought me back to his house so I just slept there." I spoke moving towards the pantry to get Rice Crispies and then to the drawer to get a bowl and a spoon. When I turned towards Camille she almost looked disappointed in me. Some weird part of me felt disappointed too but I brushed it off and told Camille that I had to go get dressed and then brought my breakfast to my bedroom.

"So why do the police still think he's innocent?" I ask my partner in crime who walked towards the police department with me.

"Well sparky there's this wonderful saying that is, well how does it go?" Cameron said sarcastically pretending to think. "Oh yeah!! 'Innocent until proven guilty!' Crazy stuff!" He finished looking at me with false enthusiasm. It was 10:37 and when I'd arrived at work that Maggie told me that Audrey's brain had collapsed and she was now unstitchable but because we'd already found his killer we would become field agents and work to prove him guilty. So first stop was the police station. Cameron had arrived at work right as I was leaving and once I told him where I was going he insisted on coming. So here we were.

"Well Dr. Smartypants he was proven guilty by me. I know it's him! He pushed her!" I said as we came to a halt outside of the entrance to L. A's finest's lair. He paused with me.

"I know I trust you believe me I know you have the facts straight but they have no way of knowing that you're telling the truth and you have no way of telling them how you know this." He stared directly into my eyes as he spoke  which I always found intriguing about a person. He had no idea

"Ok well we'll find out his motive today anyway." I shrugged walking up the steps and pushing against the glass and silver door. As the door opened and I entered I heard a very confused 'WHAT' from behind me. I held the door and turned back to him. "Well why did you think we came here?" I said.

"I should've known!" He said angrily but his tone didn't match the look on his face. He looked mischievous and happy. He stood there, his hand rubbing his forehead, and then said, "Fine lets get this over with Sparky."

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