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Rated for language. How much can Alicia lie? And *sniff sniff* do I smell FLIRTING? Oh Gerard and Frank. :D
"Let's just hope she tells the truth this time." said Ray. Frank got in the car, and they drove back to Alicia's home.
"Hello again." said Alicia when she answered the door.
"We know you lied to us before. Please, cooperate, and we might not arrest you." She looked at them nervously, then stepped aside, allowing them entrance.
"We also know you were having an affair." said Ray once they were seated in her living room. "While you were with Mikey. Now tell us, who is this girl?" Ray showed her a screenshot of the dreadlock girl.
"That's- that's Noelle. I was with her... But I still loved Mikey! I swear! I was a good girlfriend... I was just curious!" she said, eyes pleading. "I don't know where she is now...."
"Do you know her number?" Frank asked her. As she wrote, Frank took a better look around her home. He looked closely at the water stains coming down from a painting... Water stains? And why was that painting placed so low?
Frank walked over to the painting, and pulled it open. A small room that probably used to contain the water heater before it was moved. More importantly, huddled inside, was Noelle.
She hissed, then pushed past Frank and into the room. Her skirt was full, but short in the front and long in the back. The top was basically a tank top with a lace collar and deep purple flames. Very gothic in style. Her dreadlocks were in a pony tail.
"If I hadn't told you to say that Alicia, I might slap you." she said, ingnoring Ray and Frank.
"We will have to take you in for questioning." said Ray.
"Sure, put me away, big guy." she said, pushing her wrists in Ray's direction, a false innocent look plastered under her blood red eyeliner.
Once Ray and Noelle were in the innterigation room, Frank watching from a one-way mirror glass covered room, she crossed her arms and chewed the gum that Frank had no idea where she got.
"We put your name through the database." said Ray. "Noelle Vives does not exist. Now, who are you really?"
"Alexis Dirnt." she said, still smaking away on her mystery gum.
"Did you kill Michael Way?" Ray asked bluntly.
"No, of course not. He was a stupid fuck, and Alicia never liked him, but that's not worth killing over." she said. After this, Frank heard a sob in the corner of the room. Gerard was here, watching. Normally Sheldon never let anyone but staff in here, but I guess it was hard to say no to Gerard. Frank walked over to him.
"Don't you believe a word that bitch says, you hear me?" He whispered in Gerard's ear. "I'm sure Mikey was a great person and brother from the way you obviously love him."
"I loved him." Gerard said weakly.
"No, you love him. Mikey still has a place in your heart. You still feel for him. Thus, your love is still there for him, even in death." Said Frank.
"Thanks. You explained that without going into Jesus and God and shit like the phsycatrist did." Gerard said. Frank knew the fellow. Bert was a religious man and couldn't keep church from work sometimes.
"I'm atheist." Frank said, and Gerard nodded. "So normally people don't like my method of grief counciling."
"Agnostic." said Gerard. "and you're the only person who managed to distract me from Mikey long enough to have a real conversation. I like your grief counciling." Then he blushed. blushed . Like a middle school girl! So cute... Stop Frank, right there. He's in mourning ... In mourning... Hhhhmmmm...
"If you want, I could give you my number as an anxiety call instead of Oh Holy Bert." said Frank. Well, great job at restraining the flirting. Failure, Frank asked if he wanted his number!
"Sure, that'be great." said Gerard. "But don't freak if I call you at like two in the morning or something."
"That's fine." said Frank... Then he thought of Gerard at two in the morning, sleeping naked under the sheets.... Okay, think of Ray naked, think of Ray naked.... Problem solved.
"Thanks, um... What's your name?" Gerard asked.
"Frank Iero, forensic anthropology department." Frank said, handing Gerard his number.
"If I knew what that meant, I'm sure I'd be impressed!" laughed Gerard.
"Let me explain over coffee?" said Frank.
"Sure" said Gerard.