62.Alita watched the police officer that escorted her to the cell as he walked back. She waited until she stopped hearing his footsteps before climbing up the bed and pushing up a compartment of the ceiling that lead into the ceiling. She raised one leg to the window from the bed and spread her palms on the wall, then flexed her muscle and push herself up until her other leg was on the wall where her palms were and her hands had pushed the ceiling open. She put her head through and managed to raise the rest of her body she was out of the cell and in the vent. SShe had memorized which turn would lead to where so she was above the room where they kept both staff and case files in no time. She came down and searched through the files until she found the one that had the detective's picture. She sneered as she read the name out, "Martha Stewart." Alita stood there learning all she could about Detective Martha Stewart: she had only two cases unsolved and thereby closed in her entire twe

64."Hey," Alita said when she walked into Benson's room and found him sitting down bed, hugging his thighs and lost in his thoughts. He didn't even hear her come in. "How're you holding up," she asked, her face contorted and her voice soft and tender like she was staring at a broken toy and asking out to nothing why it was broken whether it could be fixed. She hated seeing him like that –gloomy and dejected. "I didn't hear you come in," Benson said in a deep husky, and tired voice. He had probably been awake throughout the night. "I told you this was out of bounds," he chuckled. She gave a mirthless laugh and then said, "You should know by now that I mostly do what I am asked not to. You just make it irresistible for me when you say don't do this or that," she smiled weakly, studying him. 'I couldn't stop worrying about you. I hate to be left alone when I am something worries me enough to keep me awake at night. I always over-stretch my mind over the matter and end up thinking too

66"You have to calm down," Sarah said. Sadness clouded her features as she was worried for the sanity of her beloved. Luke had been working and digging for the past few days even though most of the time he was looking over the same set of details to see if he had missed something. She was seeing him go crazy right in from of her. "I can't," he said after kneading his temple and reclining into the couch he was seated. "I can't calm down, Sarah, I just can't. This whole case in weighing heavy on me.""I know… but you don't have to carry it alone," she threw her hands in front of her. "You can at least take a break and breath," she pouted.He closed his eyes and made a steeple of his fingers. "Every second matters and right now I can't get shit out of anything. It all just doesn't make sense. It's just ridiculous how they followed him to Australia, killed a lady drugs and brought the body back, saying he is responsible for it. I know Ben, he can't do something like that."He opened hi

68.Benson heard his phone ring but it was a distant whisper to his ears as he was too engulfed at the moment as she impaled Alita just the way she wanted. Their breaths somehow synced as their bodies gushed out sweat as they twined. He put her legs down and lowered himself, stretching his body over hers. His lips found her nips. His eyes popped open in surprise as a soft moan left her lips as he continued to ravish her tits. He kneaded the other as she sucked on the other all the while maintaining his slow waist movement, lovingly thrusting in and out of her. He would go in as deep as he could and only pulled out after she heaved or moaned. He raised his face to hers and looked into her eyes as their body jerked in rhythm. Her eyes were closed and her mouth agape as she gasped. He nibbled her lower lips and started smothering kisses from her neck down her chest and back to her boob. She grabbed his hair and pressed his head down on her boobs as she felt his lips engulf her nip. He

"He is not picking up," Luke said looking at Sarah as his face contorted."Don't look at me like that," she blurted. "I am not the one who's not picking your call." She added blinking at him.He rolled his eyes at her and slapped his hand against his desk. He was still at home when he called the first time and Benson didn't pick up because he was busy. Now, Luke was already at work and Benson wasn't there yet. It had been more than an hour since he said he was on his way. "Ugh," Luke sustained a grunt, drumming his fingers on the table. "Where could he have gone to now? He never could help but stray…" Sarah asked kneading her temple with a finger. "I wish I knew… We have to tell him," Luke gesticulated. "If this will work, we have to tell him as soon as possible and time is not on our side.""Try him again," Sarah said, curling her fingers into a fist and gritting her teeth. Luke nodded and dialed Benson again. He heard the phone ring outside the door to his office and raised his