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Chapter 3

“Addy, is that you?”

Addison rolled her eyes and clenched her teeth as she pulled her key out of its hole. She plastered a fake smile on her face, “Hey baby, I thought you would be at work.”

Greg draped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead, “My meeting ended early so I figured I would come and spend some time with my girl.”

“Is that supposed to mean me, or your wife?” Addison raised an eyebrow and struggled out of his grasp.

His light brown hair seemed perfectly coiffed and went well with his expensive three piece suit, “don’t be mean, baby. Am I not good to you? Where have you been all afternoon? I hate when you drive too far in that hunk of junk you call a ‘car’.”

“Do you really want to talk, because I am fairly certain that we should just head into the bedroom, then you can get back to the loving arms of Sandy?” Addison took off her blouse and dropped it on the kitchen floor.

Having sex with Greg was about as routine as life got. Addison barely had to do any work at all. Life with Greg wasn’t all bad; he was a generous man who had grown tired of his marriage, as men did. Same old story, except Addison didn’t have to worry about a crazy wife showing up with a baseball bat at any time soon, apparently they had a mutual agreement: don’t ask, don’t tell. He set her up in a gorgeous apartment, even bought her a Mercedes. The only downside was when he showed up for one of his unexpected visits.

Addison lay under the thin sheet and thought about the files still untouched in her Toyota, trying to figure out her next move. Greg was softly snoring beside her; all she could think of was how much she wanted him to leave. A knock at the door pulled her out of a trance. She pulled the sheet off Greg and draped it around her naked body, “I’m coming!”

The door was unlocked and Addison was surprised by what she saw on the other side, although she didn’t let it show, “can I help you?”

“Addison Grace? I’ve been waiting a long time to finally meet you,” The buff, dark man extended his hand. She shook it shakily and stared into the familiar face, “Agent Rossum, but I suspect you already know that.”

“No, I’m sorry, should I know you?” She lied, “Seems you know my name, is there a problem agent?”

It seemed that Rossum finally realized what Addison was wearing and cleared his throat, “I have a feeling you know exactly why I’m here. Do you mind if I come in? I think we need to have a little chat.”

She pushed the door open wider without a welcoming comment, “I suppose if you are going to stay I should probably put some clothing on.”

The bedroom door closed silently and only then did Addison start to panic. Never had Agent Rossum sought her out in person. He had only ever posed one phone call to her when she got a little close during an investigation, but she hadn’t answered and he had given up with a warning voicemail to not interfere.

She mindlessly slipped on leggings and Greg’s button up shirt. He was still lying motionless in the bed so she tip-toed out, “Can I get you anything Agent Rossum?”

The stern faced man shook his head. Addison was a bit surprised by how he looked in person after all these years. She had kept an eye on his pictures throughout the years. All his FBI pictures were small and he looked hard and unforgiving, but now that he was in front of her there was something innocently handsome about him that she couldn’t quite wrap her head around. He cleared his throat again, “We have to talk about the file you left on my desk today.”

“I don’t know –”

“Let’s cut the bullshit, it’s not illegal to drop off mail; you aren’t in any trouble Addison. Can we just have a real conversation?” He tilted his head and his eyes pleaded with her.

She groaned, “Have you been there yet?”

Rossum gave a quick smile that was awkward, he clearly wasn’t used to smiling, “I just came from there.”

Addison was practically on the edge of the couch, “and?!”

“You were right again; we found the bodies from the three cases you mentioned, plus three more that we haven’t even identified yet.”

A smile spread across her face as she leaned back into the couch, “really?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so happy about dead bodies.” Rossum narrowed his eyes, “You know, for a while when you first started dropping off hints, I thought it might be you killing people.”

“I assumed you would think that. It would be any good detective’s first thought.”

“Are you saying I’m a good detective?” His attempt at a flirty comment came out endearingly shaky.

Addison pursed her lips, “I’m saying that I put the information on your desk for a reason. You seem to have a knack for finding the right person,” she glanced at her hands and lowered her voice, “most of the time.”

The bedroom door opened and Greg emerged holding his tie in one hand and a t-shirt in the other, “who’s this?”

Addison smiled coolly at him, “this is my uncle, Uncle Ross. Isn’t it nice he came for a visit?”

Greg looked confused, but shook himself out of it, “yeah, that’s nice. Listen, babe, I really have got to go, I need my shirt.”

She was already unbuttoning it as he threw the t-shirt in her direction. Agent Rossum averted his eyes, not that Addison asked him to. Greg kissed her on the forehead, and was gone. The situation felt more real without him. Now it was just her and Rossum alone in her apartment. He was looking at her, but she wasn’t going to speak first, “Uncle? I take it he doesn’t know about your crime fighting on the side?”

“He doesn’t really want to know about anything and you, more than anyone knows that I’m not really that fore coming.” She stood up and poured herself a glass of water, “Why are you here Rossum?”

“How did you find this?” His tone quickly turned serious. He held the same files she had dropped off that morning.

“A magician never reveals her secrets.”

Rossum slammed his fists on the coffee table, “damnit Addison, this isn’t a fucking game!”

She quickly recovered from the stunned look on her face, “Fuck you Rossum, I don’t have to tell you shit!” She threw the glass into the sink where it shattered, “Why don’t you put on your little monkey suit, go back to your office, sit in your fucking chair and wait for me to deliver you another serial killer on a silver platter.”

They glared at each other, Addison’s chest heaving with anger. Rossum smirked, “I could do that, but I would have to take you with me. I know you think I sit behind my desk and do nothing, but I have caught more serial killers than my entire division combined.”

“And I’ve caught more than you.” Addison reminded him. She always felt the need to be the dominate person in the conversation, but with Rossum it was difficult. His presence demanded attention and authority.

“Exactly, imagine what we could do if we were working together.”

She was stunned, and it took quite a bit to stun Addison Grace, but she had been a lone wolf for so long she couldn’t even comprehend working with someone else; she wouldn’t even know where to start. “I don’t need a partner, and if I’m being completely honest, I’d rather not be restricted by working inside the law.”

“Don’t dismiss it so quickly. Just come in and meet with my boss and me, listen to what we have to say.” He pulled a card from his front pocket, “tomorrow, ten o’clock ask for this man at reception.”

She read the small white card, “Agent Mortimer? Typical. I’ll think about it.”

They walked over to the door, but Rossum stopped before he left, “By the way, I’m not old enough to be your uncle.”

Addison laughed, “Goodbye Uncle Ross.”

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