Slow Dark

Sorry

Everyone left the room. Jack followed last, leaving Will Graham alone with the two corpses. Almost. Nobody had noticed Alice Weger amongst the scuttling of policemen, FBI agents, forensics and photographers, and nobody had noticed her absence amongst the caravan that left the room. Well, maybe Jack had. Alice hid in a shadow in the bathroom and watched, as was her job. Alice watched as Will sank onto the plastic sheet covering the bed and closed his eyes. His face twitched and contorted in soft hues as his mind became that of the sick fuck that had killed the two people and placed them like angels in front of the bed. Alice cowered in the dark and watched, made sure he was okay, at least as okay as she could make sure he was. There was nothing she could do about the turmoil of his mind, but she could make sure he didn't hurt himself. Sometimes he just stood there, staring into nothingness while his head played through the horrors others had inflicted upon the corpses before him, at other times however, he would move, reenact the moves of the killer, and thats when she would come into play.

Alice had worked with Jack on and off during her years as an agent and even though she had thought she had hidden it rather well, he had picked up on her ability of feeling with others. She wasn't Will, not by a long shot, but she could sense and empathize with others well enough for Jack to have hired her to watch out for his favorite little pet. Will didn't know about that, of course, she was here to watch out for him when he took off his glasses and gave himself completely to the killers mind, and that couldn't happen unless he was alone. So their relationship was rather one sided, Will didn't even know her name or her face, but she had learned to like him. He was tough, tougher than Jack thought he was, but at the same time incredibly fragile. His mind was extraordinary, able to archive incredible things, but it crunched like breaking glass under the pressure.

Alice watched as Will's face twitched in disgust as hiss mind was slowly but surely making its way out of that other head. Relief tripped over Alice. Will had made it back. That was what sue was here for and what she was afraid of at the same time, that the man she had learned to like from a distance wouldn't make it back from those with twisted places Jack sent it to. Will jolted upwards and tore his eyes open. He flinched web he saw the two corpses and sprang away from the bed as if it was fire. Alice ducked a little further into her hiding place. She ignored her impulse to go to him, speak to him, and did as Jack told her. Will couldn't know.

On a little shaky legs he went over to the door of the motelroom and let the caravan of FBI agents back in. At that point, Alice started to tune out the conversation. She wasn't really here as an investigator. Her specialization was wounds and figuring out what caused them. OT was pretty obvious here. She wasn't needed. So she slipped out of the room.

And bumped into someone. She recognized the jacket and sweater immediately and her heart did that weird little jumpy thing it did every time he almost looked at her.

"Sorry," she murmured and quick as a cat maneuvered herself out of his way. She was good at that. Being quick and staying out of peoples way. She hurried out of the room with the two grotesque angels and the man she wanted to know and didn't see Will Graham's eyes following her, a soft spark of curiosity in them.