Chapter 175: The Wilson’s Double Murder Case VI
Present-day, Guy’s Hospital
Elle got out of her car, carrying takeout in her hand; she had just finished eating lunch and was on her way towards Sam’s lab to bring her food. She got on the elevator and pressed the floor; the door closed slowly before her until a hand from outside stopped it, catching the brunette’s attention. Behind the doors were Levi and Marco. The three acknowledged each other’s presence as the two gentlemen walked in. Marco rubbed the back of his head, trying to ignore the awkwardness palpable in the elevator.
The bearded man turned to the brunette, "Lunch?" he asked, noticing the takeout in her hand. Elle shook her head, "This is for Sam", she answered, eyeing the back of the blond’s head discreetly. "Did she call you two?" she asked, and Levi took note of her tone and lack of knowledge on the matter. "Levi received a text from Sam, said she found semen on a victim’s clothing", Marco replied.
The elevator opened, and Levi walked out first, going directly to the lab. Marco, on the other hand, paused for half a second and turned to Elle. "Everything okay?" He asked, curious. He had noticed the expression on the brunette’s face. She seemed sad, in his opinion, something he found unusual. Elle was usually annoyed, irritated; she usually had a stern look on her face or a scowl. But the sight of her ’sad’ was something new to him. She was a strong, smart woman; after all, even Levi Jackson’s occasional jabs on her only annoyed her but never had she been disheartened by it.
"Sam’s fixated on the case", Elle informed softly as the two lagged behind the slicked blond a reasonable distance away that they were out of ear-shot.
Marco furrowed his brows, "Is that a good thing?" he asked, "No, she’s taking this case personally. She won’t tell me why." Elle said, watching Levi swipe his keycard and entering through the Lab’s automatic door.
"Semen?" Levi said instead of a greeting. Her back greeted him upon his entrance, and he could tell she was busy and not in the mood for small talk, something he respected and preferred when they were working together.
"Yes, that would be on Rebecca Wilson’s clothes. The son of a bitch, masturbated on her body after she was dead," she said as the other two entered the Lab. The curse she uttered wasn’t left unnoticed by everyone. She was pissed off enough that she cussed. She turned to the blond and beckoned him to come closer, she gestured for him to take a look under the microscope, and so he did. Through the lens, the sperm looked like little lifeless tadpoles.
Satisfied, he tore his eyes away from the lense and looked at the redhead.
"But since the stain is small and the amount of DNA minute, I’ll have to perform PCR," Sam informed, earning a nod from him. They were both aware that it was going to be a long day; the process took days.