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Tholo avoided her eye contact as he said his brief farewell. Of course he did, she deserved that… time to leave with as much dignity as she could. Trixy went on autopilot as she drove home to change. The rain soaked her to the core and threatened her with feelings of melancholy. She decided that she needed to get away from here and clear her thoughts. Trixy got dressed and drove her sleek black hybrid to work so she could stay dry.

Carl looked up from his paperwork as she walked into the office. Béatrix set down an apologetic cup of coffee on his desk, in her other hand she held a travel mug that inevitably held a portion of warmed up donated blood. “Hazelnut, extra cream, just like you like it.” she said and noticed the way his eyes lingered on her other hand inquisitively. “And mine is just the way I like it.” she explained. Carl chuckled and held his hand up to silence her “[i]Oh, no, I don’t even want to know, thank you!”[/i] he said with an awkward chuckle. Trixy smiled and went to her desk to write up the closing of the Rogue Ripper case.

For a while, nothing but the sound of computer keys clicking filled the room. [i]“So... what’s he like?”[/i] Carl asked just as Trixy sent the file to him through e-mail. She looked up from her desk and gave him a curious glance. “The killer? He was tall, blonde, a danish speaker, and his name started with ‘B’, unsure if it was his first or last, though.” Carl smiled like he knew some joke that she didn’t, [i]“Not the killer…. Bartholomew Whitlock.”[/i] he said. Trixy’s mouth fell agape. [i]“What? you can’t think me that daft.”[/i] Carl said, [i]“I’m the senior homicide detective in this precinct, you seriously think I [i]wouldn’t[/i] notice when my detective comes in without the black lace wrist accessory she has worn ever since the day I met her.” [/i]Now his lingering glance at her wrist earlier made sense. Carl crossed his arms and smirked like the cat who ate the canary [i]“And given its absence, I’m guessing that means one of two things, or both. You either have decided to stop trying to outrun your fate, or you met him. Which is it?”[/i]

Béatrix’s gaze went cold “I fail to see how this is your business.” she said. His smirk returned, he was loving this, the bastard! [i]“Well, given that his name appears on your report, I think it [b]is[/b] my business.”[/i] Carl said as his eyes scanned the document she had sent him. [i]“Ohh, and what [b]were[/b] you [b]doing[/b] at his home at such an early hour in the morning.”[/i] he teased. Trixy rolled her eyes, obviously he wasn’t going to let this go. 

“Well, if you continued to read the report instead of taunting me like a middle school-aged girl, you’d know.” Carl chuckled. “It’s not what you think…” she began, and explained the full story of how the rogue showed up at her own home first and left a note with his blood on it, a scent which she was able to track to Tholo’s house. Carl nodded in understanding, eyes widening when she explained how the silver blade had nicked her heart. [i]“We’ll have to work on getting you a better vest.”[/i] he decided. [i]“One last question, though. If you killed this ‘B’ that early in the morning, why are you just now arriving at work?”[/i] he asked with an eyebrow wiggle.

“[i]That[/i] is definitely not your business!” she retaliated and Carl laughed, [i]“Aha!”[/i] he cheered. 

“You do realize that you are taunting an armed vampire, right?” she spat and Carl held up his hands in surrender [i]“Don’t shoot!”[/i] he stifled another laugh [i]“I’m done now, I swear.”[/i]

“Good…” Béatrix clicked around on her webpage, purchasing a ticket on the next flight from JFK to Edinburgh. Looks like Frida would be getting her wish after all. “I suppose now is a good of a time as any to tell you that I’m taking the next couple of days off. I’ve had one hell of a week that concluded in murdering one of my own kind, I need to clear my head.” As she suspected, Carl gladly gave her the go ahead, but not before getting in one last jibe under his breath: [i]“Honeymoon already?”[/i]