Chapter 133: Anatomy of a crime scene II
Restaurant, 62 Warner Close, London
Marco sniffed the air like everyone who heard the slicked blond, but he couldn’t smell anything peculiar, a bit of lemony scent but nothing to be concerned about, he thought. Sam bit her lower lip, absolutely amused, muffled giggles escaping her throat.
Levi knelt on the edge of the couch, studying the pattern on the surface, "What is this smell?" He wondered out loud. Then looking up at the redhead and beckoning her to come closer, "Do you smell it?" the Irishman asked.
Sam approached, sniffed, and said, "Yeah." She had identified that smell the second she made her rounds in the scene, all thanks to her heightened sense of smell. She was familiar with it; she wouldn’t mistake it for anything else.
Levi saw the flushed look on her face, and his eyes narrowed at her, "Do you recognize the smell?" he asked her, tone serious.
Sam nodded, "YUP.," she answered, popping the p, but refused to say more. Marco came closer, wanting to figure out what scent it was. Something even Levi was having trouble deciphering.
The bearded man focused his olfactory sense around where the scent was most pungent. While Levi shot Sam an expectant look, now would be an excellent time to share her knowledge. Sam collected herself; she was at the crime scene. She shouldn’t laugh, so she looked at Levi, who was still sniffing the air above the couch.
"Sex." She answered, and Levi whiplashed towards her eyes wide in surprise. "Come again?" Levi asked, causing Sam to chuckle, which she stifled seconds later, finding it inappropriate. She was a professional, and so she bit her lower lip. ’Come again?’ she covered her mouth to hide her face breaking into a wide smile. Her eyes are teary watering from amusement.
"That scent dear..." she started, earning a frown from him for using a term of endearment. "... is the smell of sex," she added in a motherly tone.
Levi’s face contorted into confusion, then it hit him; his eyes widened, appalled. The pattern on the sofa wasn’t some logical pattern. But merely bodily fluids from intercourse.