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[Say that Beckett has followed up on this said Emily Lake - a women with a history in forensic science who is currently in New York and, more strangely, has just seemed to pop into existence in the last few years. And say this said Emily Lake is now sitting in the interrogation room in the Twelfth Precinct when Kate Beckett comes barreling in. Sans a Castle for whatever reason.]

Miss Lake. [Beckett tosses her notebook on the table but doesn't sit down.]

Detective Beckett.

[ Despite the circumstances 'Emily' is rather calm. Possibly too calm for someone that is in her position, but she's been through far worse to be flustered at the slightest thing, and she is rather more curious about what means that she is here, rather than suspicious. Or defensive. As such her tone is light, and warm. In her new field she's picked up a lot, and when it came to cop envy there were certain things to watch out for. A certain cop in New York came up on that list. That wasn't why 'Emily' was there, but she was interested herself now that their paths had crossed. It would be nice to see if what was said was true ]

Whatever do I owe the pleasure?

[Kate raises her eyebrow, but doesn't respond right away. She's busy assessing the woman; definitely someone with confidence, something needed considering she was, like Kate, a woman working in a traditional male profession. Intelligent - obviously - educated. What Kate couldn't pinpoint was whether or not her confidence came from not actually knowing why she was there, or from being secure enough to know she could get away with a crime.

What Kate did know? She was the one asking the questions, here.]

New York is a little bit aways from Boone, Wisconsin. You have family in the city?

A friend.

[ Myka didn't live in New York but it was easier, and perhaps safer, for them to pick a state that wasn't connected to either of them for a visit. And it did provide a little bit of a holiday, certainly for Myka ]

Although I'm going to presume that this isn't the reason as to why I'm here.

[Kate finally sits down, opening the file and pushing forward one of the crime scene photos from the murder she is investigating. It's not meant to shock her - after all, Kate assumes a forensic scientist has plenty of experience looking at dead bodies - but she does keep her eye on her to gauge her expression.]

This man was found dead in his apartment yesterday afternoon. You wouldn't happen to know him, would you? Because it seems he knew you.

A lot of people happen to know me.

[ Which was sort of a lie, or a twist. The people that knew her, actually knew her were either dead or very secretive - or they just knew the name, H.G. Wells, which was the twist. As for Emily Lake? She was known at work, and she had friends, but she wasn't quite the social creature that her last words had just claimed her to be. It was a part of this new life, and keeping her head down - she was being careful

The pictures hadn't elicited a response from her, though. It certainly wasn't the first time she'd seen a dead body, nor a crime scene photograph, so it wasn't too shocking on that. She also didn't know him - there may have been a response, some sign on her face had she known him. But it doesn't stop her from looking at the photos still, just in small glances. It's a scientific curiosity, and she's trying to work out as much as she can simply from the photograph before Detective Beckett tells her ]

Though I'm afraid I can't say that I do know him. Still, it's a shame, isn't it.

That happens to be why you're here.

[She takes the photo back, closing it back up in the file and leveling her eyes with Emily.]

We did a trace through his financials and it looks as if someone paid him a fair amount of money to track you down. So I did some digging myself, and I found something really interesting. [She leaned back in her chair, opening her file again and pulling out a piece of paper that she read from.] Emily Hannah Lake, only child, parents deceased, no aunts, no uncles, no cousins... now I know for a fact that you've been working with the Boone Police Department for a while now but before that, it doesn't seem like anyone had any idea where you came from. Don't get me wrong, the paperwork's all there... It's the people who should know you that seem to be missing.

Except for this. [With that, Beckett brandishes a copy of a Wyoming drivers license.] An Emily Lake who worked briefly as an English teacher at a high school in Wyoming. Who transferred mysteriously and with no notice and no one ever heard from again. Who also happened to be American. What do you think you can say about that?

Maybe I'm just not a very memorable person.

[ Which is also a statement that is untrue (although Emily Lake may be a little less memorable than H.G. Wells would be), and one that fails to hold up even more when that Wyoming drivers license appears. That could definitely make things messy, and be easily picked up on. Her chipperness drops from her expression a little as she glances over it, and it's almost as if she looks uncomfortable ]

Well, I can certainly attest to the fact that I'm not American.

[ Because that accent definitely wasn't faked. Unlike that apparent Wyoming accent that the regents had somehow given her and she is very glad that she didn't have to hear. That was just wrong ]

So you're telling me you have no idea why someone was trying to find you, or why you suddenly appeared in Wisconsin with the stolen identity of a missing woman in Wyoming.

[Kate tilted her head, leaning in closely.]

See, at first I suspected you were Witness Protection, but it seems the US Marshals haven't ever heard of you either. So here's the deal. You tell me what's going on, and why this man was after you and what you know about him and I'll see what I can do about helping you actually disappear. You don't help me, you can go to lockup and I can start working on putting together more evidence about who the hell you are and what you have to do with my murder investigation.

Honestly, Detective, I have no idea.

[ There is one part of that which is the truth (finally) - she does have no idea why someone would be trying to find her, or be looking into whom she was (especially not now that Myka knew where she was) ]

And I'm certainly not a thief.

[ Just someone whom is looking more suspicious by the minute. And this is where Helena feels stuck. The last time she was in a situation like this it had been of her doing, and she'd been able to lie and twist to make everything her way. This time? She doesn't know, and therefore can't. And she doesn't like it ]

My name is Emily Lake, and you do already seem to know a lot about me.

[ Usually she'd want a drink first, if she knew that terrible line ]

If I knew anything I would tell you.

[Kate slammed her file folder shut, the smack echoing impressively through the room.]

Someone was after you. Probably out to hurt you and now that person is dead. He was stabbed to death with something that looks like this. [Kate pulled a sketch of a knife out of the folder, pushing it towards Emily.] I don't know who hired him and why, but I can't help you if you keep lyin' to me.

[ The force of the slam, and Kate's conviction, made Helena look at her, and only at her. For how much she was denying any involvement (which was true) Kate had latched on, and stayed latched onto the fact that Helena was lying. Which she was, at least about her identity.

But Helena needed trust, or at least something that could get her out of here. She'd been hiding for some time, and she was Emily Lake now. But there were things that Helena couldn't explain, even if she were honest - the 'real' Emily Lake, for instance, and herself. That was something that she couldn't go into.

At least she was adept at lying ]

You're right, Detective. [ She had to tell her something, at least try and get a little belief out of her ] About part of this, anyway.

[ And there she would wait, for Kate to say something, or to look at her a little calmer ]

[Kate pressed her lips together. It wasn't the answer she was looking for but it was a start. Emily was folding just enough, wanting to give her something, probably in hopes that it would be enough to get her out of that room. It wasn't - not yet, anyway - but it shifted the power back to Kate and that's where she liked it.

So she began to shift tactics, softening her tone just a tad. Good Cop Bad Cop wasn't usually a solo game but that didn't mean Kate didn't play it.]

Tell me who you really are and why this guy was after you and I promise, I can protect you. But I need the truth.

I don't know who he is. [ That part was the truth, whether Kate wanted to believe it or not. Perhaps he was hired, or knew someone she knew. Those were guesses, and something for Kate herself to look into ] Perhaps he didn't trust me. [ Which is said in a way that makes it seem as if it's a frequent occurrence. Which it also was, sadly

But this was the difficult part: coming clean. There were people that knew her, the real her, and then there was Emily Lake. She'd never come clean before, not even really telling Nate anything after the incident with the artifact. Coming clean was always difficult though, whether it involved a fake name or not ]

My name is Helena.

Okay, good, Helena.

[Kate's tone softened, encouraging and almost gentle. She folded her hands over the file folder and kept her eyes locked on the other woman.]

Why are you hiding?

Sometimes a lady needs to get away.

[ There's a lot of reasons, although Helena's doesn't fit into any that Kate would easily guess ]

I needed a fresh start. It's been a nice chance.

Sometimes it is.

[Kate could certainly empathize with that, but for different reasons.]

The problem is, your methods have been... questionable. And seemed to have gotten you into some trouble. You seriously don't know why someone would be after you?

Nothing that I could think of lately.

[ Unless it was linked to Helena, and to the Warehouse. And then... then she would need to speak with someone else, and have a hand in finding out why specifically she was being looked into, more than just due to that connection ]

My life has been considerably more simple since I became Emily. [ The second time, anyway, although she would assume that prior to Walter Sykes and the Warehouse catching back up to her that the other Emily Lake's life had been simple. Hers and that cats ] I have a job that I enjoy, and something of a family. [ The mention of them, even the mere thought of Nate and Adelaide makes Helena smile. She cares truly for them - loves them ]

I have no criminal record. [ Erm ] No one that I can think of that would want to find me or hurt me. [ Double erm ] I didn't even know that I was being followed. [ Which meant that she was slacking a little, or he was really good. Or the third option ]

[Kate kept her eyes on the subtleties, catching that smile when she mentioned her family and taking note of the pauses in between. Silence told her as much about a situation as words did, and she was getting plenty from this.

For the most part, Beckett believed her. Not so much about the criminal record - that was unlikely - but she did believe that the woman had wanted a new start and that she likely didn't have any idea why someone was after her. At least, she didn't know directly. Chances were that there was something in that vague history of her time before Emily Lake that led to this.]

Has anything like this happened to you before? Before you changed you identity?

No.

[ Except that one was an out right lie. She had been followed, and looked into both as H.G. Wells and as Emily Lake. The reasons had both been Warehouse related, although nothing like this. Nothing where anyone had been paid

But Helena did have a question of her own, one that she voices after a brief, thoughtful pause ]

You said that someone had paid this man to follow me. I would assume that you could find out who?

[ That was how they'd caught up to her in Paris, Helena knew. Although using their own money had made it simpler to find her ]

[Kate nods stiffly, a little annoyed at the short answer. If the woman was being truthful, that would make this all a little harder for Beckett. If Beckett found out she was lying, well, she'd make this all a little harder for Helena.]

We're working on it. Unfortunately the money came from an account outside of the country, and the name attached to it isn't real. I assure you though, I have the best team in the NYPD. They'll trace it.

[That was both a promise and a threat.]

I'm not certain that assurances can do all that much for me. It doesn't tell me what is going on.

[ Or why, more importantly ]

It does seem that you know more about this than I do.

[ And that itself sounded a little accusatory. Which it was. If there was something that Helena didn't like it was not knowing something, and given that this was about herself made it doubly frustrating. But Kate did know something. Helena didn't know if it was anything more than what she'd already been told but she was going to take the chance on attempting to find out. Information could possibly make her a little more useful. Or just informed ]

[Kate huffed a defeated sigh and leaned back in her chair.]

Someone payed this man 500 grand, wired it directly to his account three weeks ago. Now we know that this point that he had a criminal history, but mostly burglary and petty crimes and nothing violent so we're still tracing how he even got wrapped up in this.

We found files in his room - a lot of information about Emily Lake. He'd started digging things up on you around the same time the money transfer went through, so we know they're related. For whatever reason, he was killed and I suspect it was probably because he did what he was supposed to do. [She frowned.] You could be in a lot of danger which is why it's important for you to tell me everything you know.

That's a lot of money to simply look into me.

[ A lot more money than Helena might consider herself worth, or for the effort. But it was also far more money than Helena used to ever know, which could also make her curious

But it was the part about danger that did make Helena listen, or at least pay a little more attention. She was more that capable of taking care of herself, and right now she had no fears for her life, but that also wasn't the reason why she was listening. It was about Nate, and Adelaide. If she could be in danger then they could be - again. They were connected to her, and she knew how quickly or easily someone might find it to use them against her.

They had before. So she listened. Not for herself, but to make certain that they were safe. She would tell what she could, maybe even if she didn't wish to ]

What do you need, Detective? [ If Helena had the choice she'd rather start with what was the most pertinent, although when everyone knew very little it made that difficult. She also knew that she didn't have much of a choice ]

[Kate nodded. Of course she'd found enough background on 'Emily Lake' to know she had a live-in boyfriend with a daughter, and the Boone Police Department had already been alerted of a potential threat to them. Helena's suspicious background aside, she was still brotherhood. Kate didn't want to see anyone get hurt.]

Names. Events. Anything out of the ordinary - a wrong number dialed to your workplace, someone strange hanging around the house. If you want to call your boyfriend and ask him if he's seen anything strange you're more than welcome to. I just need your full cooperation until we get this cleared up.

[A pause.]

And your real last name wouldn't hurt, either.

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