Took awhile for the next chapter, I know. But I had it done, I swear. I just had to find the time to edit and post.
Chapter Four -- Revealing Secrets When Chas dropped Constantine off at a random street, he kept walking. The kid knew where he was living and although he wouldn't allow him to stay with him, he was always there waiting for him each morning. Both of his hands were in the pockets of the trench coat that he wore. And while he was used to empty streets, he was clearly lonely. Though, he had hope that he'd locate his wife since now, he knew exactly where she worked and he could randomly show up there.
Which, was the plan.
How she would react, he didn't know. But if what Midnight had said was true then he wouldn't have any sort of problem. He stopped walking for a moment to find his silver lighter; once that was located he lit another cigarette before he started walking again. Not entirely sure what it was that he was now looking for. He should have just had the kid take him home. However, there was that other part of him that wanted to clear his head.
But it wasn't working.
All that he could think of was her. They couldn't be apart-- at least that was what he feeling. Before he'd met her he was much more reckless then he currently was even the lung cancer that he had didn't stop him. She had managed to get him to open his heart to her, a first for him. John had never really managed to let anyone in like that not that he ever wanted to, but she... was different.
Miami was such a huge city, and he wondered for a moment if the sidewalk and the apartment building that he was currently taking his time passing was her building. But he knew better then that.
And he was going to do all that he could to find her, starting tomorrow.
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Satine tossed and turned trying to sleep. Eventually however, she just got up. The noise of vehicles passing wasn't normally so irritating to her, but tonight it was. Sitting on the side of her bed she looked out of the window noticing that the moon was out. Recalling so many memories that she had to shake herself of them as the last thing that she really wanted to do was cry. Getting up, she managed to make it to her living room. While it wasn't huge, it was good enough for her. The flat screen TV was off but once she got settled on the couch, she turned it on and began surfing through the channels.
It wasn't long however before she just drifted off to sleep.
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Horatio rubbed his eyes. He'd been sitting at his computer for a few hours. Having a need to look up just who Satine Davenport was. As he got the feeling that she really wasn't telling him the truth about everything, but what he had uncovered so far was strange. There were several different newspaper articles that mentioned a John Constantine and murders that were linked to the occult. Murders that for the most part did not have a suspect and which sounded much like what they were currently dealing with. However, he wasn't sure where Satine came in until he stumbled on a deed for an occult shop. Among that was a rented apartment that had long since been vacant, and the title to a Shelby Mustang.
However, the most interesting to him during his searching was the discovery of a marriage certificate. It seemed that Satine Davenport, was in fact Satine Constantine; she was married to the same man that had confronted him in the parking lot of the Holy Redeemer. As he kept digging however, he made a note to run both of them through the police database once he got into work the next morning. Not sure what he was going to find, but the woman certainly had a lot of questions to answer.
Not sure that she would want to reveal any of what he would be asking. But as boss, he had to know about everything. And while he knew that it would depend on what she said in answer to his questions, he'd still have to suspend her or worse-- fire her.
The next morning...
When Horatio got into work the next morning he made sure that his staff were doing what they were supposed to be doing before heading off to his office. Once seated behind his desk, switiching the computer on, he got down to work himself. Wanting to get things gathered before he brought her in to discuss things.
Running her name came up with a few illegal street racing busts under her maiden name. It had appeared that she got caught running illegal mods on a Shelby Mustang GT500-- he assumed that it was the car that he had dug up the title on the night before was one that she still owned. She'd never spent time in jail as it seemed that they really had no way of holding her; getting fines that she somehow managed to pay.
Running her husband-- he came up with an arrest record for fraud. The man spent a few months in jail before being released for what he assumed was good behavior or he had a good lawyer. Eitherway, Satine was married to a con-man. And he couldn't have her in his lab. No matter how good she was.
Caine sighed, knowing what was going to have to happen and he wasn't sure exactly how he was going to bring things up with the woman. Knowing that he'd have to do it in a way that she was not going to pick up on it. Then again, it would be the best possible approach. He wasn't going to hunt her down instead, he left word with the receptionist when he was informed that she was out in the field.
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Davenport pulled the suspect out of the elevator. While she was inclined to follow orders from a Detective, what had happened was a down right lie. At least she knew the truth about these strange murders and when she wanted to speak out about arresting someone that may have had contact with a victim and not actually done anything to the person-- she refrained. Not wanting the others to think that she was crazy; as she'd had to deal with that when she was younger.
"Go to Hell!"
Satine sighed. "Been there and really didn't like it much. Now, sit." She snapped when she got the man into one of the interrogation rooms. Irritated that she had to do it and not the Detective-- mostly because the man was new, she guessed. She moved to stand near the door, not really looking forward to the interview. Though, she was finding herself called to her boss's office-- and while she wanted to be relieved that she was getting out of the interview, she was now worried of what was to come.
However, when she moved in that direction she had thought that she had heard a very familiar voice coming from the elevator. Stopping at the receptionist's desk, she looked in that direction. One of the lab technician's had to run to catch the elevator--not an uncommon occurance but this was different.
"Wait! I'm going down."
"Not if I can help it..." Came the sarcastic reply.
And she saw someone that she thought she'd never see again.
John... and it was clear that he knew that she was there as they'd locked eyes. Noticing quickly that he was trying to stop the elevator from going down, she hurried past the receptionist desk into the rest of the lab area where she knew he'd not be allowed.
When she reached Horatio's office, she stood there for a moment trying to get a handle on what had just occurred. Realizing that eventually she would have to face him but for now... she had work to deal with. Knocking on the door, she heard the familiar voice telling her that she could come in. Doing so, she moved to sit down when he motioned for her to do so. Praying that the shock that had been written on her face just moments ago was gone.
She watched him, noticing that he was facing the computer screen, and she was a little nervous as to what this was about. "You wanted to see me?"
Horatio stopped reading a newspaper article that he'd uncovered. Looking to her he was waiting to see if she'd pick up on what he wanted to talk to her about. But when she remained the same he knew that she had no clue. "Yes, I did Ms. Davenport. It seems that you have not been entirely truthful with me or on your job application..."
Though, I think the hardest part is that H is going to have to wrap his head around everything that John reveals to him about the angels and demons.