Lethal Elite

[19]

*Meanwhile in the hallway Keith's POV*

"What the hell is your problem?" Pete whispered loudly to me.

"I was doing you a favor." I calmly replied.

"A favor? Are you insane? You completely blew your cover and you almost blew mine." Pete yelled.

"My cover was not blown because I never had a cover to blow in the first place. All she thinks is that I was spying on her in the club," I sang while sarcastically dancing.

"You WERE spying on her in the club you idiot!" He yelled while slapping me on the back of my head.

"Ouch!" I yelled.

"Excuse me! Can you two keep it down?" A security guard said from across the hall.

"Yeah sorry," we both yelled in unison.

"Shh" I whispered to Pete.

"No you shh." Pete replied.

"No! You shh, before Paul Blart mall cop over there starts chasing us around on his little magical scooter." I whispered again.

"Look, if you screw up one more time I'm letting you off. You cannot mess this up when we are so close to figuring this out." he said.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes I understand." I replied.

"But who's going to tell her the news?" I asked.

"What news? You mean about Chelsea?" Pete questioned.

"No, the news about Jesus!" I shouted.

"Hey! You and your sarcasm need to calm down." Pete whispered.

"And I will tell her. I have a feeling that I'll come off a bit more subtle than you." Pete said while patting me on the back.

The door to Amilia's hospital room then cracked open and I got a glimpse of her before the door shut slowly. How could I keep this up? I thought to myself.

*Meanwhile in Amilia's room back to her POV*

"Well how do you know I wasn't raped if I don't remember and no one was there and there were no cameras?" As I kept talking I started getting louder and louder and my heart monitor started to speed up.

"Shh, Amilia calm down. We are doctors after all, our jobs are to investigate and to know evidence. Your evidence showed signs of sexual assault but no signs of penetration. So for instance, the bruises on your inner thighs shows the amount of forced pressure he put on your legs, representing the struggle that happened between you two but that's as far as he got to hurting you."

"Well who exactly did this to me?" I shouted.

"Gotham." A man with a thick Boston accent and a police badge on his hip said as he walked in.

"Who are you?" I asked him.

"Detective Mason?"
"What are you doing here?" Pete said after he and Keith rushed into the room.

"I got a call on a shoot out, a brawl, and rape case at the club my late partners brother used to own. How could I pass up the opportunity?" He said while scribbling notes on his notepad.

"Rape case?" Pete said while staring at me in a confused manner.

"Yeah ... what rape case?" Keith chimed in. "No one was raped." 

Silence then grew into the room as everyone began trying to look in every other direction besides mine.

"What the hell happened in there?" Pete shouted while getting close to Keith's face.