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During the night, all DeMarco's memories played inside Monroe's mind as she slept. Some of it was chronological while other's were messily displayed but it was clear that some of the information in his mind didn't correlate with his experiences, like he was lying to himself. None of what she saw revealed or hinted at the type of supernatural he was or could potentially be.

Vivid flashes of her mother in vague memories were also present and they mostly seemed to be while she was pregnant. Rachael De La Core was constantly in his arms, cuddling, hugging and the less preferable spooning. They were happy together but there was clearly a barrier between them; it clearly made DeMarco's leaving more easier.

Monroe found memories of a few places in Crystal Cove that she recognized but one in particular, she'd never seen. The makeshift building on the corner marked Clarke Street was turned into gym, black and red the main color scheme. It didn't feel far from the high school; an energy from one person circulated at both locations within the same timeframe. DeMarco's son, she concluded.

The same one whose mother ran away with DeMarco after she told him she was pregnant. Monroe found out the real reason he left; he wanted a son and not a daughter. Yet - like many other memories - the information didn't correlate with the experience. What DeMarco felt and how he reacted, didn't match his thoughts in his head or how he thought about it.

Monroe's eyes flickered open and were met with a white, down feather duvet that was pushed away where a body was supposed to be. "I never understood why you get up so early..." She whispered through a stretch and everything after that was inaudible thanks to her heavy yawn. "It's unnatural."

The faucet in the shower was turned off - and Dominic was polite enough to leave the bathroom door wide open. He exited the bathroom with a white towel around his waist, chest bare and slightly wet. He merely smiled at her as he sat next to her then leaned in to kiss her forehead.

"It's passed noon," he confirmed. "You were at such ease that I couldn't disturb it..." Monroe leaned  into his shoulder feeling the post steamy shower heat radiating off him. He stroked her back, the dress taken off in the middle of the night, and his breath sending goosebumps down her shoulder. "You're going after him? Aren't you?"

She sat up to look at him, eyes filled with an intense feeling he couldn't read. "I just need to be smart about how I approach him. Like you said; I can't just go and 'declare myself'," she stated with a deep voice. "How do you ask questions without letting the person you're asking figure out you're his estranged daughter?"

He pinned her to the bed, cuddling her and growling lowly as his inhuman strength kept her in place as she faintly giggled underneath him. "Don't bend over backwards on this. Just ask and you shall receive."

A vibrating purr buzzed between their bodies, making Dominic jump off of Monroe. Binx, shaking his head vigorously, was comfily lying on Monroe's abdomen. Dominic picked up the little feline and tossed him off the bed, all the while Binx hissed. After agilely landing on his paws, Binx effortlessly leaped back onto the bed, a black leather wallet pressed in his teeth.

Monroe pulled the wallet and discovered an San Francisco Police Department badge with the name Alex Bloom underneath. Deep thought crossed her face, slowly but surely the idea created a life of its own. "Smart," she complimented her cat - who received a brief rub behind his ear. Crystal Cove was well outside San Francisco but the SFPD had jurisdiction that surrounded the little town like an egg yolk.

"Seems mediocre but maybe that's why it might work," Dominic thought out loud. "Good luck, officer Bloom. Though I suggest a change of clothes," he pointed to her dress on the floor and her black brassiere that clung to her.