Isabel braced herself before she opened the door to the police station. She hadn’t been here since the slaughtering a few weeks ago. Her superior had sent her on a vacation.
“Isabel, what are you doing here?” a man asked, as he looked up from his desk.
“Hi, Victor” Isabel greeted the man and she smiled weak. “I’m just…picking up a few things I forgot. Personal stuff” she explained as she walked to her office.
“Why didn’t you give us a call. We would’ve sent someone” Victor commented.
“I wanted to save you the trouble” Isabel shrugged and she entered her office. She walked to her desk, which was usually very tidy, but now magnified pictures lay across the oak-wood bureau. Isabel quickly collected them and put them in her bag. Underneath the pictures there was a brown folder. She opened it and read Cas’ name on top. “Gotcha” she said soft and she put the folder in her bag too. She walked to the door and left. She quickly walked through the aisle, smiling and nodding at a few random people.
“Was that Roberts?” another woman asked sharp. “What was she doing here?”
“She had to pick up a few personal things” Victor explained. “What’s wrong?” he asked as the woman turned around and hurried to the office Isabel had just left.
“Isabel, what are you doing here?” a man asked, as he looked up from his desk.
“Hi, Victor” Isabel greeted the man and she smiled weak. “I’m just…picking up a few things I forgot. Personal stuff” she explained as she walked to her office.
“Why didn’t you give us a call. We would’ve sent someone” Victor commented.
“I wanted to save you the trouble” Isabel shrugged and she entered her office. She walked to her desk, which was usually very tidy, but now magnified pictures lay across the oak-wood bureau. Isabel quickly collected them and put them in her bag. Underneath the pictures there was a brown folder. She opened it and read Cas’ name on top. “Gotcha” she said soft and she put the folder in her bag too. She walked to the door and left. She quickly walked through the aisle, smiling and nodding at a few random people.
“Was that Roberts?” another woman asked sharp. “What was she doing here?”
“She had to pick up a few personal things” Victor explained. “What’s wrong?” he asked as the woman turned around and hurried to the office Isabel had just left.
They heard the door close and wondered who came barging in, until a familiar, female and British voice solved the mystery.
“Anyone home?” Rebekah called from downstairs.
“Ugh” Damon sighed. “I’ll go” He stood up and walked to the door, but when he wanted to open it, the door was slammed in his face and Rebekah barged in. She held a guy in her right hand and a blood bag in her left hand.
“What are you doing here?” Elena asked tired.
“I came to apologize” Rebekah explained flighty, while she tossed the bag to Damon. “I was wrong to bite you. It’s just that I busted Stefan smooching with that vamp strumpet and you look like her, so I got carried away. I don’t understand what it is that draws Stefan to women with your appearances. You’re not even that pretty”
“I appreciate your honesty” Elena commented sarcastically.
“Hey, I’m as open as your legs were last night” Rebekah replied blunt and Elena’s cheeks turned red.
“Anyone home?” Rebekah called from downstairs.
“Ugh” Damon sighed. “I’ll go” He stood up and walked to the door, but when he wanted to open it, the door was slammed in his face and Rebekah barged in. She held a guy in her right hand and a blood bag in her left hand.
“What are you doing here?” Elena asked tired.
“I came to apologize” Rebekah explained flighty, while she tossed the bag to Damon. “I was wrong to bite you. It’s just that I busted Stefan smooching with that vamp strumpet and you look like her, so I got carried away. I don’t understand what it is that draws Stefan to women with your appearances. You’re not even that pretty”
“I appreciate your honesty” Elena commented sarcastically.
“Hey, I’m as open as your legs were last night” Rebekah replied blunt and Elena’s cheeks turned red.
