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Appisode 9: 19:47 - The Truth Hurts

Previously on Disorderly Conduct: Widower: Lee Paxton tells Emerson and Natalia that Joan, his wife, was the one that removed Jane’s file from the morgue in a story that mostly revolves around his undying love for her. After questioning Lee to the end of his knowledge, the two detectives review each clue they have in their possession. Emerson, bored, asks Natalia if they can go for a lunch break. Reluctantly, Natalia agrees. After not long, Natalia realizes that Emerson’s not going for lunch, rather, a trip to her doctor to make sure that she’s alright.​

Does Natalia tell Matthew the truth or does she lie to him?

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Natalia sighed, closing her eyes. If he hadn’t called, she was simply going to forget to mention the fact that she’d taken a trip to Hamilton O&G. Now that he specifically asked, she couldn’t find it in herself to lie to him. “Emerson and I are at Hamilton,” she admitted quietly, placing her hand on her forehead. Her wedding ring was like a lead weight, the cold metal reminding her of every ounce of trouble she was about to get herself into with him.

What?” Matthew replied, a sharp edge to his tone. It was panicked but strong, never faltering but truly worrisome. “What the hell are you doing there? Are you okay? What happened?”

“Look, it’s not a big deal, just a little bump. Could’ve happened anywhere,” Natalia tried to reason, knowing that Matthew was about to go into protective husband mode and that wasn’t good for anyone.

“A bump? Jesus, Nat, were you in the field again?” Matthew replied. Natalia heard his audible sigh as he probably scratched at the side of his beard, which she knew he did when he was concerned. “Never mind, you can answer my questions there, I’m on my way.”

“Matt, no-” Natalia began to protest, not wanting him anywhere near the O&G. If she knew her husband as well as she knew she did, things would go downhill extremely quickly if he were to show up.

“I’ll be there in like half an hour. Please don’t go in until I’m there,” Matthew pleaded. What sounded like a latch came from his end of the phone, Natalia knew he was getting into his car and she’d lost her opportunity to convince him to think otherwise of the entire situation.

“You don’t need to be here, it’s okay…” Natalia tried, trailing off when she realized that it was most likely no use. Once Matthew had set his mind on something, he was going to see it play out. The two were very similar in that way.

“I’m on my way,” Matthew repeated, ignoring her plea for him to stay away. “Be there soon. I love you.”

Natalia sighed in defeat, saying a soft, but genuine, “I love you, too.”

She hit herself in the forehead with the face of the phone and stuffed it back in her pocket after pressing the end call button. Emerson looked at her, raising an eyebrow to prove his legitimate concern.

“Everything alright?” Emerson asked, closing the magazine and pausing his reading of an article on ‘how to build a better butt in twelve easy steps.’

Natalia blew out a breath, “Yeah, fine… I mean, Matt’s on his way,” she added quickly, covering her mouth with a fist while fake coughing instantly afterwards to try and cover it up, “but yeah, it’s good. No worries here.” She swiped her hands in front of her as if she were brushing off the clean slate that was her worries. Even though she knew that was completely bogus and that slate was piled high and nearly over-capacity in reality.

“Matt’s on his way? Seriously Nat? You choose now of all times to tell this guy the truth?” Emerson rolled his eyes, which was rewarded with a glare from Natalia. “C’mon, don’t look at me like that. You know that he’s gonna make you go on maternity the second he finds out why you’re here. And you’ll resent him for it even though it’s completely your fault. Then when you two get divorced in the future because of it I’m gonna have to listen to you complain about how he won’t pay child care and I’ll have to bite back the urge to tell you off because you should have lied to him about the whole thing -and if you had, none of that would have ever happened.”

“Are you done?” Natalia snapped, looking at him pointedly. Emerson sighed and nodded, staring at the tan patterned carpet in front of him. Natalia blew out a breath, “What was I supposed to do? He’s my husband. I can’t just pretend that this didn’t happen, if he found out later it’d be so much worse than telling him right off the bat. I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. Seriously, there’s no way to perfectly maneuver around the situation.”

“Yeah, but-” Emerson began, his eyebrows knitting together. He was preparing himself to full on argue with Natalia, but she cut him off before he could state his carefully planned and well-developed points on the situation.

“But what, Mackabe? What could possibly make either option seem okay? He was going to find out about it either way, he always does. Look, I don’t want him here either, but he’s coming. Could we at least accept that fact and figure out what our story is?” Natalia asked, looking at the floor.

Emerson sighed and opened his magazine again, preparing to tune her out completely since she obviously wasn’t listening to what he had to say on the matter. “Well you’re all for telling him the truth now so how about you do that?” he snapped, pursing his lips slightly.

Natalia tore the magazine from his hands and threw it onto the ground. “Watch it, Mackabe. Or I swear I’ll-”

“You’ll what, Natalia? Do tell me,” Emerson retorted, staring at the other detective. “We both know that we are this close-” Emerson held his fingers out, showing a minuscule amount of room between his index finger and thumb, “-from being booted from our jobs entirely, never mind the case itself. How’d you like to be on maternity for the rest of your life? Because that’s what’s going to happen if you step outta line in the eyes of the captain. Threatening your partner isn’t the best way to get on her good side, now is it?”

Natalia drew in a deep breath but didn’t reply. She crossed her arms tightly across her chest, sitting back in her seat and glaring at the beige front desk. If she was going to lose, she was going to pretend that Emerson wasn’t even there. Her eyes traced the eggshell letters spelling out Hamilton on the front of the desk over and over.

“That’s what I thought,” Emerson mumbled, picking his magazine up from the ground so he could finish reading his article.

The two remained in a tense silence, not daring to speak a word. A couple got called into one of the rooms, but Natalia continued to glare at the desk and trace the letters. Emerson wasn’t even sure that she was blinking… not that he was checking. He didn’t know how many mind-numbing articles about butts he’d read when he heard the small bell  ring,   indicating the door had opened. Hoping he was wrong in assuming he knew who had just walked through, he looked up.

Unfortunately, he was right.

Natalia forced herself to stand up and greet Matthew. Emerson stood up as well, although he didn’t even want to see the other man, let alone welcome him. Matthew mumbled a small, almost breathless ‘hey’ to Natalia as he gave her a hug and a soft kiss on the forehead. It was as if he had held his breath the entire drive from the precinct to the O&G. He didn’t tear his eyes from Emerson, which Emerson had to admit made him nervous. Even though Emerson knew he hadn’t done anything wrong, Matthew had that look about him that read ‘I’m willing to tear out your throat with my teeth if you cross me.’

Matthew extended his hand towards Emerson, “Emmett.”

“Emerson,” he corrected, shaking Matthew’s hand reluctantly.

Matthew shrugged, not caring what Emerson’s name actually was. Not that Emerson didn’t expect it, though. The two had known each other for over a year and he still hadn’t learned that his name wasn’t ‘Emmett.’ “Whatever,” Matthew replied, “Can I talk to you outside for a minute?”

Emerson looked at Natalia, who nodded to tell Emerson he should go. She could tell Matthew was angry, but Emerson not going to talk with him would be much worse. She knew to keep an eye on them in case Matthew did something stupid.

“Sure,” Emerson managed, following Matthew out the door.

Emerson stuffed his hands in his pockets, raising his eyebrows as he looked at the taller man. Matthew turned to face him, crossing his arms and gripping his grapefruit-sized biceps with his sausage-like fingers.

“What happened to her?” Matthew asked, cutting to the chase. Emerson was almost thankful, he hated small talk, especially with people he didn’t like.

“Dude, look, there’s nothing to worry about,” Emerson began, not knowing what he should be telling Matthew.

“Cut the crap, Emmett,” Matthew replied, poking Emerson’s chest with two fingers roughly. Emerson rolled his eyes, he wasn’t even going to bother correcting him from that point on, especially when he was obviously looking for a fight. “What happened to my wife?”

“Hey, settle down,” Emerson insisted, holding his hands out in front of him as a precaution, “She just took a little fall. Nothing major, nothing serious.”

“How did she fall?” Matthew demanded. Emerson could tell he was beginning to get on the older man’s nerves and he hadn’t even been intending to that time.

“It was just an unexpected altercation with a suspect,” Emerson replied slowly. “It was an accident.”

“Accidents don’t land someone at the Oh-And-Gee, Emmett,” Matthew practically growled. He shoved Emerson, who just barely kept himself from landing on the pavement, “You were supposed to keep her safe! Got anything to say about that?! How come she’s here if you were keeping an eye on her?!”

He threw a punch at Emerson’s jaw, but Emerson managed to dodge it. Well, dodge would insinuate that it was fluid, graceful, even. Emerson managed to get out of the way by means of ducking a nearly falling on his backside clumsily.

“Listen here and listen well, Paul Bunyan,” Emerson regretted his choice of words the moment they’d left his lips, but the hole he’d dug was too deep already. He pointed his finger at Matthew, who paused, taking in deep breaths. Emerson knew he only had a few moments before the next punch was thrown his way and he had to make them count. “I’m not the jerk that pushed your wife, alright? I didn’t do a damn thing to her. I am not the bad guy here, despite what you seem to want to believe. Don’t go playing the blame game when you weren’t even there and you have no clue as to what went down. Now, you need to calm down because unlike your wife, I am not afraid to arrest you, so you better watch what you say and do or else you’re gonna find yourself in a cell, capiche?”


The door’s bell jingled as Natalia walked out and stood in between the two of them. She glared at Matthew, raising her eyebrows.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Natalia practically screamed at her husband, her arms jutting out to the sides in frustration.

“Protecting you! He let you get hurt!” Matthew replied, mirroring Natalia as he waved his arms out at his sides. “Are you really just going to leave this be?!”

Natalia looked taken aback, “Okay, first thing’s first,” she held up her index finger, pointing it at Matthew, “I can protect myself, thank you very much. Second, you don’t need to freak out like this every single time something happens to me. I’m a police officer, things will happen, it’s part of the job and I thought you understood that. You don’t have to punch your way through things like I’m some dainty little thing that constantly needs to be looked after, alright? Calm down.”

But-!” Matthew began to protest.

Natalia held her hand up, “Nope. I don’t want to hear it. Now we’re going to go back in there, and you two are going to be civil to one another-”

“I didn’t-!” Emerson started, his eyes widening.

“-Because I don’t need this kind of stress on me right now, got it?” Natalia continued, ignoring Emerson’s protest because she’d had enough of the both of them.

Emerson and Matthew both nodded, bowing their heads in slight shame. Natalia walked in, the two men following behind her. She sat in the middle of three seats, obviously not trusting them enough to be seated beside one another. And for good measure, obviously. Natalia noticed that the other couple that had been in the waiting area had left to go to one of the open rooms, so she knew that she should be called anytime.

At least, she thought she would.

After sitting there for what felt like hours but had been about 30 minutes in reality, Natalia was getting antsy. The receptionist came up to her, nervously biting her pink lips. Her other hand was tucked behind her back. Natalia looked at her, putting on the nicest face she could even though she wanted to scream and demand to know why they hadn’t been helped. It was only an hour of her life in total that they’d spent there, but it was an hour that could’ve been spent on the case, and that’s what annoyed her more than anything. But she could tell the receptionist felt bad about whatever was eating at her, so Natalia was willing to give her the time of day.

“Are you Mrs. dos Santos?” the receptionist asked.

Emerson looked around, biting his lip to keep from asking her who else Natalia would be when there was literally no one but the four of them in the lobby. The last thing he needed was to annoy someone else. He’d already maxed out those numbers for the day.

Natalia nodded, “Yes, I am. Is something wrong?”

“Well, it’s just that… um, well,” the timid receptionist stuttered, trying to find the right words to explain what she wanted to say, “Doctor Ackland isn’t in today. We need you to sign a form if you’re willing to have another doctor examine you or we can schedule an appointment to see your doctor when she’s here. Wh-which, I mean, is tomorrow, I-I think.”

Natalia breathed her way through withholding her screaming. Why had they kept her there for an hour when they knew that Doctor Ackland wasn’t there? Alas, Natalia sighed and kept her temper at bay. “Look, I doesn’t matter to me what doctor I get. They could be a purple monkey with three arms for all I care. I just want to get in, get the go ahead, and get going,” she explained calmly.

“Nat, you don’t have to- We can go another day,” Matthew stumbled, frowning. He wanted what was best for her, that was for sure. But it was kind of a personal matter they were dealing with, and he didn’t want her being uncomfortable just so that she could go back to work. Plus, he wanted her to know that he supported whichever choice she ended up making.

Natalia looked at her husband, raising an eyebrow. “I realize that. I don’t care,” was all that she could manage that was even remotely polite. She turned back to the receptionist after shooting a fake, forced smile in Matthew’s direction. “Anyone works for me, that’s fine.”

The receptionist handed her a clipboard and Natalia quickly filled it out, her normally neat penmanship sloppy and rushed. She just wanted to be out of the clinic, it smelt overly like lemon cleaning products and spearmint and it was bothering her something fierce. The mix of the two didn’t please her senses in the slightest.

“Thank you for being so understanding, Doctor Davis will be with you in a moment,” the receptionist announced, smiling kindly, about to walk away.

Natalia’s eyes widened and she grabbed the receptionist’s wrist before immediately releasing it when she’d realized what she’d done. The receptionist looked at her with a weird expression, Natalia shook her head softly, “I’m so sorry, but did you say Davis?”

“Yes. Um, is there a problem?” the receptionist asked, her expression reading that she was praying for the answer to be no. Natalia had freaked her out, and regretted it because she knew that now the receptionist would be weary about giving her the information that she needed.

“No, no problem at all. But, uh, does his first name happen to be Franklin? I mean, if you don’t mind my asking,” Natalia questioned, not even trying to be stealthy anymore while trying to get the information she needed. This was too important to try and beat around the bush, Franklin could lead them to Jane.

“Yes, Mrs. dos Santos, though no one calls him that normally. He mostly goes by his middle name, Theodore,” the receptionist answered politely.

“Has he ever been married?” Natalia pressed, making the receptionist even more uncomfortable because she wasn’t sure how much she was allowed to tell about her coworker’s personal life.

“Jesus, dos Santos, don’t try so hard to hide it…” Emerson muttered under his breath, his forehead creasing with how high he raised his eyebrows.

“Look, Mrs. dos Santos, I really don’t think-”

“Did his ex die of any unforeseen circumstances? Maybe, and I’m just spitballing here murder-?”

“Nat, what the hell are you doing?”

“Reel it back in, dos Santos, this is getting creepy…”

Everyone tried speaking over the other, trying to get their message across to the entire party. Emerson and Matthew both wanted nothing more than for Natalia to shut up. For the receptionist’s sake as well as their own. Natalia continued pressing for answers, no matter how personal the questions were. The questions rolled off her tongue faster than the receptionist could refuse to answer them.

“Missus dos Santos?” A voice with a thick Boston accent asked.

The crowd all looked at the doctor as he looked up from his clipboard. His eyes widened as he realized he’d definitely interrupted something he shouldn’t have. He scanned the four individuals with sapphire blue eyes.

“I missed something, sorry. First door on your left when you’re ready,” Doctor Davis said awkwardly, beginning to back up and go back down the hall.

Natalia sprang from her seat, pulling her police badge from her belt and holding it out for Doctor Davis.

“Franklin Davis, I’m a detective with the police department. I’m going to have to ask you a few questions.”

Is Doctor Davis compliant and willing to help Natalia and Emerson, or do they have to haul him into the precinct for ‘official’ questioning?

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