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Date Posted: Monday, November 01, 06:57:33pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 18+" on Friday, October 29, 07:32:50pm
Pushing away from the stand where Michael had just loaded in the blood sample from the Reverend Mother, Michael moved back to his desk. It was Friday and he was just starting to get into the groove of getting cases tied up and he even managed to send out a few invoices.
Michael still felt a little sadden as he had to confirm that the one family had lost their son when he was able to find a small pin in the one bone that had been tracked back to a surgery that their fourteen year old boy had about three years before he had disappeared. The body had surfaced about after two years of being missing and it had been found in a river. Michael had confirmed with the Medical Examiner had said, but the family just needed to be sure.
It was never good to have to deliver that kind of news.
It was made harder by the fact that Michael had to lay down the law with Adam last night. He had come up with a D on a test that he had not told his father that he had to take. In Adam’s desire to find Nikita, he had been slacking at school and Michael would not allow his honor roll son, usually with straight As, slip in his grades because he was trying to help find Nikita. School was most important and Michael knew that Walter and even Nikita herself would agree with that statement.
Adam was a spitfire though. He was easily able to switch the focus of the blame over onto Michael, informing his father that if he would just work as fast he expected his son to work that he would be half way to finding Nikita. Michael didn’t blink at that argument and told Adam that he could not get such a grade again and then went to confirm what the school work, along with tests for the week, were and found that Adam had failed to mention a math exam that he was to take this day.
Still, Adam was not one to give up the fight. He was determined to somehow make Michael responsible for the poor grade due to his father’s lack of movement towards finding Nikita. He even posed that Michael would have caught onto his son’s lack of completely school work if he hadn’t been preoccupied about not looking for Nikita.
Michael did not know why, but Adam reminded him so much of Nikita in that argument. He could have sworn that Nikita would have made an argument that blamed him much like Adam had. There was not blood relationship to Nikita, but Michael did not know how Adam could painfully remind Michael of Nikita.
In the end, Michael had cut off the internet access for that evening and tonight in order to enforce that Adam had to get a better grade. Michael had followed that up by contacting the school this morning to talk to the English teacher who had given his son the D on the previous test. The teacher said it was almost a blatant move on Adam’s part on that test that he couldn’t prove it, but the teacher thought that Adam purposely had done bad, but not too bad.
That was something that Nikita had done to Michael numerous times when he was her mentor. It had driven him batty how Nikita could risk her own well-being to make a point with Michael. He had seen her throw simulations at the easiest parts to score lowly, only to turn around and perfectly exact moves on the harder parts. It had been done on purpose and Michael had wanted to pound some sense into Nikita, but it was always done for other reasons.
Adam’s was easy to figure out – he wanted his father to find Nikita now.
Michael pulled up the report that he was working his way through before he had taken a lunch break. It was taking a long time and Michael was continuing to find holes in what he was writing. Michael despised having holes in reports and it was causing him to reinvestigate things on the case that he thought that he had already covered, but clearly he hadn’t looked at the case in all the angles that it could have been looked at. Michael was just starting to type when something happened that he did not expect.
Beep-Beep… Be-ep.
Michael spun on his stool and looked at the work station that it felt that he had just left. It was processing two samples of blood, the one that the Reverend Mother had left that belong to the woman they called Mary and the sample that was from the angel. Michael was examining both samples by themselves and then comparing out across multiple databases that the police did and did not check. Neither should have been completed processing. In fact, Michael had estimated that it would take at least four hours for whole databases to be eliminated.
Michael stood up as he looked towards the station and saw the blinking light that an answer has been found. Michael should have been happy that it was that simple, but he was confused by what was going on. If it had been that simple, it probably shouldn’t have required him at this point.
Unless it was about Mary.
Flicking the screen back on, Michael jerked his head forward as he saw that the machine was alerting that Michael had placed in two samples that were exact matches of each other.
Not jumping to the conclusion that the samples were matches, Michael went back to his notes to review what he had put into the machine. He was almost sure that he would have never mixed up the samples and put two of the same in, but it was plausible. The notes did not seem to indicate that as Michael had used different colors on both samples.
But being pragmatic and finding it hard to believe that the two samples matched each other; Michael went back to the original samples and slowly processed more of each sample. He popped them in and pressed the buttons to start the test. This time he did not move back to his computer, knowing how quickly he had gotten the first test of results.
He could have moved away, but Michael knew that he had to stay there. He watched the numbers processing and he watched as the DNA was quickly extracted and starting to be decoded. He had always found this part of his job boring and he hated watching it. However his eyes were watching every graphic on the machine as it moved through the process. Michael could swear that time slowed down as he waited.
Beep-Beep… Be-ep.
Michael was standing right there this time as the results popped up along with the lights at the same time as the beeps occurred. The results were the sample, indicating that sample A and sample B matched each other.
That meant that Mary was the woman that people thought was the angel.
Michael jerked his head as he walked across the room and picked up the phone. He was half way through dialing Lieutenant McCarty’s cell phone when he stopped. Michael was not one to jump to the conclusions and the facts were that Lieutenant McCarty believed that he had the angel’s blood. It was possible that it had somehow gotten there without it being the angel.
Blood could be proof but Michael hung up the phone as he returned to that work station, desiring to have more proof of what the DNA tests were giving as results. Michael pulled out the one sample and then forced the machine to continue on in comparing the sample to the samples that were in all of the databases in the world. But now Michael worried that it was going to be harder. The police had to have already run this sample also and the first half of the databases were commonly examined by police.
His fingers moved quickly as he accessed the police department’s databases with the access that they had officially given him years ago. They probably had a sense that Michael could get in if he wanted to without their official access, but this at least made it easier for him to look into the cases, pulling up a few that were tagged as being the work of the angel.
His green eyes were focused on the words as he realized that all of the places that the angel had been also had been very public places. The first case that Michael had opened had over 1000 sets of prints that did not seem to give a lead for the police. There were several criminals already identified, parolees, civil workers and even a teacher or two. Michael saw that there were hundreds and hundreds of prints left unclaimed.
But he did have the finger print of Mary. He moved over to the other computer and transferred that information to the primary machine that he was using. Michael brought the information up and processed the print from Mary again the hundreds that were found at the scene.
Almost too quickly the match was found.
Michael felt his body pulsing with excitement. It was always good to find a trail of proof and to know that the truth was on the end of the trail. Still, one scene could be assumed to be a coincidence. He did not feel comfortable calling the Lieutenant about Mary until he had more proof.
In the past he would have called by now, but Michael wasn’t focused on why he wasn’t calling to update Nat. He was on the trail of trying to figure out what else he could do to make this a more substantial evidentiary proof that Mary could be involved as one of the multiple angels that had to be out there.
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