One Murder, Two Detectives: A Supercorp Adventure

Chapter 8

Lena stopped the car as she looked out at the dreary, townhouse, Kara sitting in the passenger seat still bouncing about, talking about a million different things at once, but that was just Kara. To be frank Lena would be more worried if Kara was acting like a normal human woman. Lena sighed deeply, trying to gather her thoughts, and herself knowing that she had to put her own feelings aside and focus on Mikes family who have just lost someone that they love. Loved. Lena took one last breath before stepping out the car, the faint spit of rain in the air, just set the mood for the whole occasion. As usual Kara was right behind her, luckily the smile was wiped clean from her face, Lena had never seen this serious side of Kara, the real police officer side and not the office joker.  Maybe Grant was right, maybe this case would prove to be the making of her sergeant. 

Lena knocked on the door, clearing her throat slightly, she only hoped that her nervousness wasn't visible to any on lookers. The door swung open and behind it stood a middle aged woman, the bags visible underneath her eyes so much so that it looked like she hadn't had a goodnight sleep in years. The woman's face fell when she saw the two women on the other side of the door, like a part of her already knew what was coming. 

"Rhea Daxam?" Lena asked, the woman nodding slightly, her hands shaking as she held the glass doorknob tightly in her hand, so tight in fact that Kara was scared it was going to smash. "I'm DCI Luthor and this is Sergeant Danvers, can we come in?" Lena asked gently, and Kara couldn't help the feeling of warmth that began to spread through her body at the sound of the tenderness in Lena's voice. Rhea nodded again opening the door wider for the two women to walk through, before shutting the door slowly and showing them to the living room, not once saying a word. Scared that if she did the whole world would come crashing in around her. 

Lena took a seat on the mustard yellow sofa, a little discoloured from the years of use, Kara sat down beside her, so close that for a second there thighs had brushed together before Lena had moved away hastily, keeping at least three feet between them, luckily it looked as though Kara had never noticed the obvious awkwardness. And Lena couldn't help but think that, that was not the best thing from an aspiring detective, she was about observant as Lena's left boob (which was her lest favourite of the two.)

"Mrs Daxam-" 

"Its Miss Daxam" Rhea interjected, cutting Lena off, which didn't help the brunettes nerves. "Mikes father died a couple of years ago, a car accident, or thats what the police told us." Rhea said, beginning to choke on her words, sniffling as she sat down on a chair opposite the sofa where the detectives sat. Lena smiled sadly, how was she supposed to tell a woman who had lost the man who she loved, that her son was taken from her to? The room fell silent as Lena was thinking, but she couldn't get through the barrier of emotion that was pushing itself to the surface, memories of her own tragic past resurfacing. 

"Rhea-" Lena began stumbling over her words which had turned into a mutter, her mind going blank as to what to say, the woman looked at her expectantly and even though Lena was sure she knew why her and Kara were there, she still held so much hope in her eyes. "I-I-"

"Mrs Daxam, I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this but your son is dead." Kara cut in, an empathetic look on her face, and Lena breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but feel a little bit annoyed at being outdone by Kara Danvers of all people. Rhea nodded, tears streaming down her face as the blonde began to explain what they had found out so far, which was hardly anything, or hardly anything significant anyway. 

Lena could feel her heart racing in her chest, as she stood up from the sofa, her palms began to sweat with nerves, suddenly the living room she was in began to mould itself into the living room of her childhood home, and her mother was the crying widower on the chair, a police officer trying to comfort her. Lena ran out of the house, gasping for air as the cold air from outside hit her lungs. Kara looked after her superior officers fleeting form before turning to Rhea who just wanted to grieve in peace. 

"I think DCI Luthor just got a call, we will let you know if there are any new developments in your sons case." Kara said and with that she said her goodbyes and left the house, looking up and down the street for Lena, who she saw was leaning against the car breathing heavily like she had just run a marathon. "Lena are you okay?" Kara questioned as she walked up to the brunette, her green eyes watery and crimson, the brunette nodded. 

"We have to go" Lena said simply starting the car as Kara got into the passenger seat, looking Lena with concern, she knew that the brunette was not okay. She had to find out why. 

Authors Note:

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