Ch. 3 How Did You Get In Here?

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Ok, so how strange is it that I started writing this story starring Alexandra Daddario, and last night's episode had her in it?

Ch.3 How Did You Get In Here?

Megan sighed while rubbing at her tired eyes and watched as the buildings passed by as she and John drove back to the hotel. While they ate their dinner, they had continued searching through every interview and article in hopes that maybe they might have over-looked something, but the end result was still the same. John figured that it would be best to call it a night and look over the evidence again tomorrow with fresh eyes. Not that Megan would get much sleep tonight- she still had to work on her paper, after all.

"I'm sorry I took up all your time today," John apologized from behind the wheel.

"Don't worry about it," Megan waved it off. "I'm just glad I could be of any help. Besides, it's not like crime ever really sleeps, so why should we?" she joked, earning a little chuckle from the cop. In almost no time, they arrived at the hotel and Megan found herself back in her room. She didn't even take the time to change, just shrugged off her jacket and bags before dropping on the bed face first, succumbing to a dreamless sleep. 'Just a little shut-eye, then I'll work on that paper...'

A figure stepped out of the shadows of the room. He was a handsome man, with slicked back dark hair and hypnotic brown eyes. His attire though made him appear odd,because it was so formal-looking and old-fashioned compared to today's modern look.

The mysterious man stepped closer towards where the young woman slept peacefully, completely unaware that a total stranger was in her room. He glanced over her slumbering form and a small smile graced his lips. She was a vision:long dark hair spread out on the pillows, a soft glow to her sun-kissed skin, and the unmistakable curves of an ample womanly figure hidden beneath her clothes. His mind drifted to lustful thoughts of her laid out beneath him, head thrown back in ecstasy as she cried out his name whilst he ravaged her body. But that could wait, for now...

Instead, he knelt down at the foot of the bed and carefully pulled off the boots she was wearing before he carefully tucked the sheets around her. He also picked up her jacket, which was crumbled on the floor where it dropped from the chair it had been discarded over, and carefully draped it on the end of the mattress. And then, just as suddenly as he appeared in her room, he vanished.

Megan eventually woke up to the sound of her bedside clock's radio starting up. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she pushed the sheets off her body. 'Huh?When did I crawl under the sheets... or take off my boots?' she thought as she looked down at her bare feet. The radio suddenly started buzzing with that awful white noise sound and she reached over and turned it off. "8 am? Wow, I must have really konked out.Oh well." Shrugging it off, she walked over to where she dropped her laptop case and opened it up to do some work. Just as she was about to start it up though, a knock on her door got her attention."Just a second!" Hurrying over, she opened it only to find no one there. She poked her head out the door to look down the hall, but there was nobody.

"Weird," she mumbled as she closed the door. Shrugging it off as her imagination, she walked back to her bed and picked up her laptop... to find it already turned on."Ok, this is seriously starting to get creepy!" she said,slapping the computer close. Putting it aside, she rubbed at hertemples. "I'm just stressing out with school and now the case...Yeah, that's it." She gave a small chuckle. After all, what else could it be?

She decided that since she had a couple hours before John would pick her up to go to the office, she'd take the opportunity and do a little sight seeking, maybe a little shopping too. So Megan quickly showered and changed before headingout. As the doors to the elevator opened up, she saw Cleopatra standing inside. "Hello," she greeted him with a smile. "It's Cleopatra, right?"

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