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"i said maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me." -wonderwall, oasis
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THE MOOD HAD BEEN QUITE OFF AFTER THE MURDER OF TRINA SIMMS.
Every lead that they had had become a dead end after minimal digging. THey knew that Emerson was having an affair with the professor, but then the professor ended up as dead as Emerson.
Everyone was stumped, including Briggs and Sterling. They tried to hide their frustration, but it was not hard to tell.
Vienna was sitting on the couch next to Cassie, smirking at her. Sterling has fashioned the girl an ankle monitor, and Cassie was less than excited about it, which is to be expected.
"What are you smiling at?" The redhead looks up.
"Your little anklet you've got. It's pretty." She teases.
"Shut up." Cassie glares at her.
"What? It brings out your eyes."
"Michael is rubbing off on you."
"Is that such a bad thing?" Michael asks from his usual spot next to Vienna on the couch. "He is not rubbing off on me." Vienna retorts.
"He's doing something alright." Lia says suggestively from her chair across the room. Dean, in the chair next to Lia, bites his lip to hide a smile.
Vienna's face turns a deep scarlet, and Michael falls silent for once in his life.
"Lia." Was all Vienna could muster the strength to say.
Sloane, unable to pick up on Lia's innuendo, stared blankly at the other five. "What? I don't get it."
"Don't worry about it, Sloane." Cassie digs her finger under the tight ankle monitor, attempting to scratch the skin, though it was a futile attempt, and her finger got stuck between the hard metal and her skin.
"Anyway." Michael coughs, though it was obvious to everybody that he did not have a sore throat. "We went to see Trina Simms, and she died right after we left." His eyes fell to the floor. The thought of the woman's murder had a toll on Michael that he had only informed VIenna about.
He thought that maybe if they would have stayed a bit longer, the woman would still be alive.
"Correlation does not equal causation." Vienna says quietly. And if it weren't for Lia's previous comment, Vienna would've touched his hand to offer a bit of relief.
"What if the UNSUB was waiting for us to leave?" Cassie asks.
