Abigail - S01 E21

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Abigail - S01 E21

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

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{ THE THIEF }

“Actually,” Stephen began as everyone’s eyes fell on him. His eyes were solely on Emma. “I have a confession to make.”

“Oh, God. Please don’t tell me you are the culprit.” Mr. Sherlock gro-aned.

“What? Of course not. We should not still be on this, Father. I would never steal from you.” He stated.

The man heaved out a de-ep breath of relief, easing into the soft cushion.

“Hold on a sec, what confession do you want to make then?” He asked, watching his son closely and carefully.

Stephen ran the tip of his tongue over his li-ps as he ma-ssaged the nape of his neck.

“Detective Emma,” He started, holding her gaze.

‘What the hell is going on right now?’ Robert wondered, frowning at the idiot who had everyone’s attention but wouldn’t just spill want he has in mind.

Stephen looked like one who was about to confess love to his crush. Or was that really what he was going to do?

Ginny pursed her li-ps, seeming bored already with the whole slow-motion drama. What was keeping the boy from talking? Not everyone has the time to remain here and look at his handsome face while he stays mute like a fuc-k ing idiot.

Emma on the other hand, waited patiently for Stephen to talk. Something tells her that he could be of help to them on the case. Call it instinct however, she hope it was right.

“Okay, what the heck is happening right now? Are you going to start talking or what?” Ginny blurted out, ignoring the glares she got from both Stephen and Emma.

“What is it, son?” Sherlock queried, looking a little bit worried.

“I… uhm…” Stephen paused, staring into Emma’s eyes once again before saying, “I went to the room that day during the party.”

Sherlock’s eyes wide-ned and he slowly stood up to his feet.

“You did what?”

“But believe me, I didn’t steal the jewelry.”

“You lied, Mr. Stephen.” Robert pointed out the obvious. “You said you didn’t go close to the room.”

“I remember what I said,” Stephen gro-aned.

“Thank goodness you remember. So can you explain to us why you lied? You took the necklace, didn’t you?” Robert narrowed his eyes at him.

“Dammit, I didn’t take the necklace, how many times am I going to say it?”

“Moments ago, you claimed not to have gone anywhere close to the room. Why should we take your word now?”

“Do you have a problem with me, Detective Robert?” Stephen growled. “Because I don’t get why you are always picking on me.”

“Nobody is picking on you, Mr. Stephen. Unless it is your conscience. What can I say?” He shrugged.

“Rob, enough.” Emma said quietly, not taking her eyes off Stephen. “Let’s hear him first. He must have something else to say.”

Stephen frantically nodded his head. “Yes, I do.”

“You see. Let him talk.” She said.

“Go ahead, son. What do you have to say?” Sherlock questioned, folding his arms over his chest.

Stephen hesitated for a while. He didn’t know how to say the words. Surely, his father will be very disappointed in him. But he has to say something to make the case easy for Detective Emma. If it was just Robert on the case, he definitely wouldn’t have minded at all.

“We are waiting,” Robert said throu-ghclenched teeth, shoving his hands into his pan-ts pocket.

“I was drunk and… hørny.” He coughed nervously as his cheeks turned into a shade of red when he saw the reaction on their faces.

“Woah, this story is about to get interesting. Do you have gold popcorn, sir? I think it is going to go well with_”

“Intern Ginny.” Emma snapped. “Can you get your shit together? Now is not the time to joke.”

Ginny scoffed with an eye roll.

“Continue,” Sherlock muttered.

Stephen nodded his head and li-cked his li-ps once again. “I was heading upstairs when I bumped into a lady. I was intoxicated and didn’t know what the fu-ck I was doing. I needed a release and… when I saw the girl, I just couldn’t hold my shit together. I walked up to her and pulled her into the room I could reach out to first. Turns out it was the ‘only family’ room. I…uhm…I fuc-k ed her in there without a care in the world. When I woke up I discovered that she was already gone. Mind you, I didn’t force her to have s-ex with me. She seems to have wanted it too as much as I did.” He lowered his head, avoiding meeting his father and Emma’s gazes

“Wow. That’s a very beautiful story.” Ginny exclaimed, having a wide grin on her face.

“Are you okay?” Emma asked.

“Don’t ask me such a stupid question. I am not the one you should be interrogating right now, Detective Emma.” She scoffed.

“I can’t believe you would do something as crazy as that, Stephen.” Sherlock shook his head in disappointment. “You slept with a girl under my roof, can you listen to yourself at all? And not just anywhere but in the private room. Really?”

“I’m sorry, Father. I really am. I messed up pretty badly. I should never have gotten drunk that night. Do you think this is going to help the case in a way?” He asked, finally looking at Emma

“I guess. The girl you fuc-k ed could be the thief. Do you remember her face?” She asked.

“Uh…” Stephen reminisces about that night before shaking his head. “I can’t.”

“fuc-k . If you can’t remember her face, how is this story going to help us in any way?” Robert gro-aned.

“Well, the good news here is that we know who we are looking for now.”

“Do we?” Robert faced her, raising a questioning brow at her.

“Well…”

“Daisy…” Stephen’s voice interrupted them.

Ginny furrowed her brows. “Daisy? Wait, isn’t she the housekeeper? I loathe that bit-ch .”

“You slept with Daisy?” Sherlock could not believe his ears. “How can you do that, son?”

“I’m sorry,”

“Daisy…” Emma repeated. “I think we have our lead suspect now. By the way, where is Ms. Daisy?”

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“Come on, son. You know mummy has a lot of work to do,”

“But I miss you and want to see you before going to bed.” He whined from the other line.

“Well, your nanny is going to put you to bed, okay?”

“The nanny is not you. Why are you_”

“I will come back home early. You don’t have to worry about anything. Okay?” She cut him off.

“You promise?”

“Mm-hmm. Now hang up the call so that mummy can concentrate at work, alright?” She said.

“Alright. I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

“Please baby don’t apologize. Besides, I love hearing your voice.”

“And yet you can’t call me, huh?”

“Ouch. That word hurt mummy, son.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She chuckled. “It’s alright, darling. I love you.”

“I love you too, mummy.”

The line disconnected at the same time she heard a knock on the door.

Sandra huffed out a soft breath. “Yes? Come in.”

The door flung open and Marshall walked in with his hands buried inside his pocket, looking hot and se-xy and also excited about something.

Sandra shot an eyebrow up as she studied him while he took his time coming to stand in front of her desk.

“Hi, baby.” He winked.

“Hi… okay, wanna tell me what’s going on? You seem really happy. What is the good news?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

Marshall chuckled de-eply. “Do you have a bottle of wine in this office? I think we need to celebrate.”

Sandra rose to her feet and rounded the desk, coming to stand in front of him.

“What is the celebration about, babe? I’m super curious right now.”

He pecked her li-ps. “Bring out the bottle of wine and two glas-scups first before I let you on, on the good news.”

“Uh, okay.” She walked towards the cabinet at the corner of the office and brou-ght out a bottle of red wine and two flutes.

“I knew you had something like that in the office. This is the more reason why I love you, darling. You are as daring as me.” Marshall grinned.

Sandra smiled, rolling her eyes. “I am daring but I made sure I hid it well from anyone’s sight.”

“Aside from mine?”

She laughed, dropping the red wine and flutes on the desk.

“Of course. Why else did I let you see where I was going to bring it out from?” It was a rhetorical question that didn’t need an answer. “But no one gets to know that we have red wines in our offices. Especially that fuc-k ing bit-ch or she will use it against us.”

“Ah, speaking of that bit-ch ,” The grin on his face wide-ned as he opened the red wine and poured some into the two flutes on the table. He handed one flute to Sandra and took the other one for himself. “Should we make a cheer?”

“Sure. But what are we cheering to?”

“To us.”

“To us.”

They clink their flutes together and then took sips of red wine.

“fuc-k ,” Marshall gro-aned. “I love this red wine.”

“Yeah…me too.” She cleared her throat. “I’m still waiting to hear the good news, Marshall. Why are we celebrating right now?”

“Dr. Abby lost one of her favorite patients.” He laughed, taking another sip of red wine.

“What? Really?”

“Yup. You needed to have seen how broken and shattered she was. It was so fun to watch. Although she didn’t let out a single tear. Sometimes I wonder if that girl is actually a human being.”

Sandra leaned back on the desk. “So wait, are we celebrating the death of a patient?”

“Uh…no. We are celebrating the heartbreak and sadness of Dr. Abby. Come to think of it, she is the one doctor who always losses patients.”

“I hate Dr. Abby but I don’t think that’s true. You’ve lost many patients as well. I have too. It is just a part of the job, you know.”

“Well, yeah. But her patients usually die of something not related to their diseases or illness. And they died of one particular symptom. It was even recorded as murder.”

“Is that how Mr. Gilbert died?” Sandra asked.

“Nah. For once, her patient died of something relating to his sickness. He was old and weak after all. Death wasn’t far away from him.”

“Yeah…funny enough, the case was closed as the murderer wasn’t caught.” She took another sip of red wine. “But there is no way a murderer is in this hospital, right?”

“Don’t tell me you are frightened, Sandra. It’s been two fuc-k ing years already. Have you heard about that kind of death again? I’m sure the police have forgotten and moved on from the incident.” He shrugged.

“It’s just so unfortunate.” She glanced down at her glas-sof wine. “Don’t we appear bad celebrating over the death of a patient? Ugh, we look like evil doctors.”

“I love evil.” He stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “that’s why I love you.”

“Are you calling me evil?” She smiled, encircling one arm around his neck while she held unto her flute of wine.

“Evil makes you look se-xy, babe. Don’t take it the wrong way.” He winked.

“fuc-k , you know how to turn me on, darling. To evil?” She raised her flute towards him.

Marshall chuckled. “To evil.” They cli-ck their gla-sses together, laughing.

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