The day progressed without incident. The guys worked the phones, researched profiles, and typed up their notes. We drove by Rose’s apartment later in the day to see if we could bring her into the station for further questioning, but she wasn’t around.
By six o’clock, we were all fading. “Why don’t you go home, Sharpe?” Reid said. “We’re almost done here – I think we all need a good night’s sleep.”
Normally I would have objected, but the truth was, I wanted to rest up before my recon mission later that night with Mac. I stood up quickly. “Okay, if you’re sure. We’ll see you in the morning. Get some rest.”
I hurried out the door with Mac and Manny in tow.
Manny took off in his car as soon as I gave him tomorrow’s call time, and Mac drove me back to my apartment.
“I’ll pick you up around ten,” Mac said as we drove. “These guys race late – if they show at all, it won’t be until at least ten, so we’ll have plenty of time. “ Mac turned and gave me a once over. “I would wear something sexy tonight, maybe some red lipstick.”
“That’s the plan. Although the conservative sailor look seemed to be working for Kitt last night.”
“Better make it a slutty sailor’s costume then,” Mac said.
“Okay, I’ll see you at ten. I’m gonna try to get some sleep in between.”
Mac dropped me off in front of my building and I ran inside. I was exhausted and anxious to get into my bed as quickly as possible. I opened the door to my apartment and headed towards my bed. My pillow was covered with mascara from the night before, so I flipped it over and promptly passed out.