Secrets, Lies,and Love

Chapter Five

Alex's POV

I don't see Thomas for the rest of the day. I hope he went home, he looked kinda pale and I'd catch him reacting to something someone said several minutes later. It worried me and....

Why am I worried about Jefferson?

Yeah, I feel a little bad for slamming my laptop into his face and accidentally pushing him off the couch. But it's Jefferson, he has plenty of people to worry about him. I'm calling bullshit on the whole 'I dont hire people to take care of my huge ass house' for a minute.

In the morning he's in our office, there's a second desk kitty corner to mine, the couch is shoved back against the wall facing our desks. He's hunched over his laptop, the screen showing in his eyes, with a barely touched breakfest on his left side. I take notice of the little cup of pills that Peggy must've left him. I'm pretty sure he shouldn't be that close to his screen after hitting his head yesterday. He looks alot better, still a little pale, but better.

I glance at my own desk and smile, John's put a bag of food from the restraunt across the street on my desk. I find toast,eggs, and bacon. Hell, he even got coffee and a donut. There's a note attached that if I dont eat it as soon as I see it I'll forget and wont eat until lunch . John kicks my ass when that happens.

I sink comfortably into the chair and shove a fork full of eggs with toast into my mouth, I wash it down with smooth coffee.  My fingers fly across the keyboard and the room settles into a steady silence.

"Did they find any clues yesterday?" Thomas breaks the silence, I look up at him. His eyes are watching me intensly, chin resting on his laced fingers. We sent out another Forensics team to study the scene and victim again. The same date as we had before comes back.

"No, I'm sorry." I shake my head. " Did you ever hear anything back from James?" His eyes glance at the food near his elbow, hours later it's still untouched.

"Appearntly they couldn't find enough references  to back up the information he had given, wether it was true or false. So they didn't put anything in." He sighs and eyes scan like he's reading an E-mail.

"References?" I cock an eyebrow and lean forward in my chair." You mean like, people to verify the information. "

"Anyone he listed were either missing or dead. "Thomas shrugs.

"So it's like he, came out of nowhere almost?" I frown. He nods.

"If there's no way to back uo the information how do we know its true? It would've been easier if he just did pop up out of nowhere. "

"And Washington?" I scan the profiles again.

" They had references for him." Thomas nods and opens another E-mail. It's just... everyone's story seemed different about him. Some went one way and the others were completely diffrent.  They had one person who's story started off with him being adopted." He rubs his temples and muscles tighten up, he grimaces and jaw rotates slowly. He's in pain.

"Its hard to pin down the true story when everyones is different." I sigh and shake my head. "Are you sure that there's no more profiles like their's, from rouge agents?"

"Actually,there is." Thomas' eyes widen and his fingers fly across the keyboard. He turns around the screen and eyes harden. " George the Third from the 46th San Francisco section. "

"They're almost identical, with missing spaces any way." I frown and scan between the three profiles. I study the blond haird man, he's handsome, not even I can deny that. His piercing blues look so life like I shake my head, did they just blink at me? He killed twenty agents from the west coast before moving to Tennessee and killing two there, we caught him in Mississippi before he could do any more damage.