Displaced

Yylana used her key to open the door to a condo on the fifth floor of a mid scale complex, and entered first to flick on the lights. Stylish interior was thrown into illumination, but Revelle was surprised by how stark and bare the walls were. Built in shelving lined the walls of Ç the foyer and living room, but the shelves had nothing but dust sitting on them. Few pieces of furniture stood almost randomly around the basically empty condo, with stacks of boxes neatly labeled as to the contents. Inside the condo, the other woman turned to study the raven haired, blood stained beauty standing nervously before her. Her pretty face softened as she took in the similar curls and tall stature of the younger woman, not to mention the fear and worry she saw in the girlÕs face.
'Well, you'd better get out of those clothes. The man who attacked you may have left some evidence on them, and you don't want to corrupt it.' She paused with a start, and glanced down at her pager. 'I have to go. You'll be safe here... don't open the door for anyone. Horatio will use his key. Take those clothes off and put them in a plastic bag - Horatio won't mind if you change into some of his clothing.' Chocolate colored eyes flickered once more over the girl, before she smiled thinly, and left without another word.
The moment the door closed behind her departing form, Revelle patted herself down frantically, searching for something in a near panic, her dark eyes widening in horror as she came up empty. Frowning, Revelle sighed and shook her head. This was definitely not good. She was helpless now, left at the mercy of strangers... but she knew she'd better to as she was told. Besides, she wanted them to catch the bastard that did it... shooting a cop and all. She paused in the doorway to the kitchen, suddenly remembering the sorrowful, concerned look in Lt. Caine's eyes as he stared at her. He seemed so worried about her... when he didn't even know her. The frown grew, and she gave her head another shake, then searched for something to put her clothes in. Garbage bags under the sink, but she left a smudgy red streak on the cabinet door when she opened it. After a slight hesitation, she shrugged and stripped where she stood, removing everything on her and dumping it in the bag, tying it off, and depositing it on the counter. Nude, in a strange kitchen, she shivered and padded evenly through the similarly naked living quarters in search of a bathroom.
Opening one door in the hall, she happened upon what must be his bedroom, for it seemed to be the only room with any sort of evidence that someone lived here. Pictures sat framed on the dresser top, with a younger Horatio, a man with strawberry blonde hair, and the woman who brought her here. Were they related somehow? Her pondering were interrupted by another shiver, and she backed out of the room to try another with success, pushing the door open into the spacious bath.
This was a room she could live in. Bare feet slapped softly on the smooth, cool tiles on the floor, an earthy coral color to contrast the pearl white jacuzzi tub that was the clear focal point of the room. A pair of cabinets sat on one wall, with a deep walk-in shower with two heads in the corner. Opposite the cabinets, a long countertop lay below an equally long mirror. When she padded in and flipped the lights on, her reflection was the first thing to catch her eye. Not the fact that she was nude, wandering around a strange man's home, but the combination of blood smeared on her face and the evident marks of several brutal face hits from a meaty fist. She frowned carefully, then winced as the action hurt more than she expected. Her thoughts shifted immediately to the man currently laying in a hospital shot through the gut. However frightening that thought seemed to her, the officials apparently believed he would re cover, or they would have never brought her to his home, and left her there! She sighed and pulled her hair back to study her face, but her eyes strayed downward to her own unmarred belly. Fingers slid over her skin and splayed over the spot where her rescuer had been shot. Her cheeks flushed suddenly with color as she remembered where she was, and the thought ran through her mind before she could grab it's tail and shake sense into it. What if he has a camera in here?
The thought was laughable, but she didn't want to admit to herself that she wouldn't really mind all that much if he saw her. A small smile unconsciously on her lips, she glanced at the tub, then made up her mind. Bath first, then a hot as hell shower. She stoppered the tub, and cranked the hot water on, then turned to look through the double cabinets for some kind of soap and something to wash her hair with. Considering the empty state of the rest of the condo, she wasn't expecting much. To her surprise, she found a few different brands of shampoo with matching conditioner, and, to her immense delight, a set of bath goodies designed for a little girl, complete with seat salt scrub and bubbles, in kiwi flavor. She hesitated, wondering why he would have something like this, like maybe it was a gift for someone. But it wasn't wrapped up, just sitting in the back with a thin layer of grimy dust, so she pulled it out feeling slightly absolved. The bubbles dumped into the rising water, she wound her hair into a knot onto of her head, and slid into the nearly scalding water with a small hiss, and closed her eyes.
Long after the water had grown tepid and the bubbles had evaporated, she still lay relaxed and limp in the water, head lolling on the back of the tub looking like she was asleep. But her dark blue eyes were open, gazing at the ceiling distantly. She blinked occasionally, lost in her thoughts, tangled in the threads of emotions as confusing as they were binding. She didn't really comprehend what she was enveloped in, but she knew it might be some time before it was over. With a small sigh, she pulled herself from the water, watching it bead and roll leisurely off her skin as she stood and popped the drain plug with her toe. To the tune of a gurgling drain, she stepped out of the tub and onto the towel sheÕd laid to catch what ran off, then grabbed the shampoo from the shelf and moved directly into the shower and twisted it on. She'd always been a water baby, loved taking long hot showers to hide in the sound and movement of the water, and the recent excitment of the evening did nothing to dampen that.