Secrets

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

"Hello?" Rachel called out to the empty lab, she could have sworn she heard someone. She sighed and returned to her office maybe it was just her imagination no one was scheduled to be in for another hour. At least that's the way it worked six weeks ago. Rachel kicked off her heels with a sigh and turned on her computer. Glass shattering in the lab, made her jump.

"What the hell," she mumbled not bothering with her shoes Rachel crossed her office quickly and swung the door open. To her left a broken beaker laid on the floor, once again no one in sight. She sighed and crossed the lab to retrieve the broom from the custodial closet. As she reached it the door swung open, Rachel screamed. So did the young lab tech who was exiting the closest broom in hand.

"Becky, what are you doing here?" Rachel asked as she tried to get her breathing back to normal.

"I had to finish my report on the reaction of dragon blood exposed to alkaline metals," she squeaked. "What are you doing here? You're not due back for another two weeks."

"I needed a time out," she answered. Rachel nodded towards the broken glass signaling them to move their conversation.

"Motherhood already becoming too much?" Becky asked.

"Goodness no!" Rachel responded. "But Dean has decided that he isn't going to return to the police force and is working from home. I love my husband, but I needed a break from his constant hovering. I convinced him we should have a trial day. He's determined to not hire a nanny. So, I came into the office to answer a few emails while he stays home with the twins."

"Well, if it's any consolation you don't look like the mother of twins."

Rachel Laughed, "and what does a mother of twins look like?"

"Well, the ones I've seen tend to have bags under their eyes puke in their hair and nowhere close to pre-baby weight." Becky joked.

"Ah but see I have secret weapons," Rachel began to explain. "I call them Make-up, flowy tops and a damn good pair of Spanx."

A gloved hand reached around Becky cutting off her response as a sharp blade sliced a clean line across her throat. A few drops of blood trickled from the line at first. Rachel's scream echoed around the lab as the flow of the red liquid rushed down her employee's neck.

Her instincts told her to run, so she did. Rachel turned to rush to her office, last minute she changed her mind and headed for the stairwell everything in there could be replaced and the elevator would make her wait. She needed to get out of there and it needed to be now.

A hand wrapped around her bicep just as she was opening the stairwell door. The grip tightened and pulled her against a hard chest. Rachel let out a defeated sob.

"Did you really think I was going to let you go," a familiar voice hissed in her ear. "No one knows you're here and I have an hour before anyone shows up."

His other hand snaked up the front of her body to her throat, he gripped it just enough to put pressure on her esophagus.

"Let's play Doc..."

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Dean sat in the middle of the nursery floor. The room around him that had been in perfect order just two hours ago, looked like a stampede had run through it. His hair was sticking up in odd places from him gripping it in frustration. Half of his face and black t-shirt had baby powder on it. He knew the second his wife came home he was going to be digging out those nanny resumes.

His phone chose that moment to begin blaring his best friend's ringtone.

"SHH!" he shushed at it repeatedly as he fumbled to pull it out of his pocket.