Vitals [Part II]
Part II: Wynters' World
J. Edgar Hoover Building
Washington, DC
2234h
Rain. Nothing but rain for several days now, even flurry storms greeted the District of Columbia. Viannet Wynters was beginning to wonder if she would ever see the sun rise in DC again. The paperwork she had been pouring over for the past three hours seemed completely useless to her. This case was cold as the Lean Cuisine she'd abandoned in the lounge five hours ago. She closed her eyes, knowing she needed to get home to bed, but every time she lay down in that bed all she could see was Alex's face. God how she missed him ! It had been months since she'd heard from her former partner and fiancé, and even then she had not been completely certain it was Alex Thrace who had turned up on the street below her apartment. His face had been darkened by the nightfall.
