Someday You'll Find Me (Eric Northman/ True Blood)

Yes and No

"Please, provide me with the names that you have." He said, sliding a little notepad and a pen across the table.

"You have a list that you want to compare?" She asked.

He replied with a simple nod and Tara was instantly annoyed. She needed more than a damn nod, she needed his full cooperation, otherwise, their efforts were useless.

"Detective Mott, Tara cautioned, "Please, if you go out to any one of these places guns blazing, Sookie and Arlene are going to die."

"I can assure you that won't happen. I've been an agent for over a decade, I know how to conduct an investigation, my record is proof. This case is very important to me, I consider the Wright family friends," The agent leaned forward, his icy blue eyes fixed and focused, he rested his elbows on the table and intertwining his fingers," Did you know Lawrence, Nicole's grandfather was the first African American Assistant Director in all of Louisiana?"

"I do," Tara nodded, "Mr. Wright passed away five years ago of a stroke, he was like a father to Nicki, unfortunately, I was not able to make the funeral, I don't think she ever forgave me for that." Tara inhaled as the wave of regret rippled in her gut. She missed out on so much while in hiding.

"Wright dedicated his whole life to the bureau and put his reputation and career on the line for me, he had taken me under his wing, when no one else would." He inhaled and as he did an endearing smile emerged on his face, that simple gesture tugged on Tara's heartstrings. "I remember how proud he was when Nicole was born. He wouldn't stop showing everyone her picture."

Tara began to write on the piece of paper. This case was personal to the detective, which made him more of an ally than she could have ever thought possible. He silently observed as Tara wrote on the paper, although he tried, he could help to admire her beauty. Her voice, her face, her serious lips and the dimples that indent in the corners of her embellished skin was all his brain and he felt his mouth go dry.

Tara looked his way, her mouth forming the perfect smile, "Hey, Agent Mott..." She slid the paper across the table.

Her soft almond shaped eyes constrict peered at him, and she noticed his cheeks were bright red.

"Thank you," he drawled, as he read the names on the notepad after a moment, his eyebrow arched in revelation. He cleared his throat and peered at her evenly, "We can mark off two of them," He said folding the paper and placing it in his breast pocket.

"Which two?" she asked.

"Kevin Ross and Robert LaRue." He answered.

"Why?"

"They both have solid alibis, and both volunteered to provide a DNA sample, but I understand why you would suspect them."

Tara nodded, "They're racist, sexist, extreme right-wing nut jobs."

"Agreed, even though they are certified scum, that doesn't make them ritualist kidnappers and killers, He huffed bitterly, his features flashed with frustration. "They fit more into the blowing up a synagogue or federal buildings profile."

"Yep, I could see them making pipe bombs- blowing up shit in the name of 'Merica'," Tara nodded her head in stark agreement, "are the other three the same as your suspect list?"

"Actually no, you've provided me with new leads. So, this brings us to six current suspects. I have a search warrant for my three as they were uncooperative, I'm going to meet with my partner tonight and we'll follow up with these three asap." He tapped his breast pocket.