Posted by Civilian Joseph Karlson (Police Commissioner) in Mathis Residence- TMODJ

Posted by Civilian Jeannette Mathis (Federation Ambassador) in Mathis Residence- TMODJ

Posted by Civilian Jeannette Mathis (Federation Ambassador) in Mathis Residence- TMODJ

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Mathis nodded. “Thank you. I told the detective that I would be here when they needed to take a statement, and honestly, this is where I need to be, with Ren and Jessie.”

“I agree,” Eela said softly. “I’ll let you know how it goes with Kek, but for now, I’ll let myself out.” She rose and rested her hand on Jean’s shoulder for a moment, before she slipped out of the office and the residence.

Stepping back into her slider, she told them to take her back to the Governor’s residence.

~Eela Dasca & The Mathis Family

She was waiting.

Awhile after Eela had left, Ren stepped into the office and quietly reseted a hand on her shoulder. “Jean, Love, let me make you something for breakfast. I know you’re going to tell me you’re not hungry but you need even a small amount. Today is going to be a long day. And maybe after you can take a nap?”

Jeannette nodded, knowing the wisdom of Ren’s words, and was even grateful for them. Goodness knows she wasn’t in a place to make a lot of decisions right now. Even deciding what food to eat seemed too hard. So she let Ren lead her to their kitchen and slipped up onto a barstool at the large island.

“Did the police say when they were coming by?” they said, moving about and gathering ingredients.

She shook her head. “No, I suspect it’ll be after they are done at the apartment. But I could be wrong. And Eela is going to let me know how it went with Ambassador Kek.” She shook her head. “What a mess. Until we have more info, the speculation alone will be terrible.”The timing of it all was just too suspicious, even if deep in her knowing she understood the Vren weren’t a part of this. “And all I can do is wait.”

“No… all we can do is wait,” Ren said gently, meeting her gaze. Jeannette nodded and broke into a faint smile. “Have I told you lately how much I appreciate you?”

Ren’s eyes crinkled. “It might have come up at some point, but I won’t turn down hearing it again.”

“Well, I appreciate you greatly, love-of-my-life.”

They blew a kiss, despite the sadness that pervaded the room and grabbed a knife to start prepping some food.

~The Mathis family

Just an Hour after the Ambassador arrived home the doorbell chimed. Standing outside was archaically dressed Detective Chief Inspector who was in charge of the Dash homicide investigation standing outside with both hands in his pants pockets looking directly ahead.

DCI Pangolin

It was notable that the expected Starfleet security presence had been increased and they weren’t even trying to hide it. They had double checked Pangolin’s credentials before allowing him past the front gate to even approach the townhouse where the Ambassadorial family lived. They didn’t give the detective a hard time at all though, they were simply being cautious and thorough. There was a quiet communications between one of the guard and inside the home.

Jeanette had had a little bit of the egg scramble that Ren had made her, and one of the two pieces of toast. She was still exhausted but even if she had wanted to sleep, her mind would not let her. And so, when the call came in about their visitor, it was the Ambassador herself that greeted the detective at the door. Opening the door, Mathis looked weary and yet still held herself with impeccable posture. Her pale blue eyes were dim. “Detective, please, come on it,” she said, stepping to the side and leading him inside.

The townhome had three floors and was fairly modest in size. It was certainly not the massive home many higher ranked diplomatic staff opted for, and in fact was furnished and decorated with lots of cozy touches: throw pillows on the sectional sofa, blankets draped over the sofa and overstuffed arm chair, pieces of art on the walls, and handwoven rugs on the wood floors. This first floor contained the living room, dining room and kitchen all in an open plan, with an office tucked off the kitchen.

Jeanette had not changed from earlier, and another figure moved from the kitchen to the living room where their spouse was taking a seat on one side of the sectional. “Please, have a seat,” she said as the other person, a tall Human with a lean build and short cut brown hair, joined her. “This is my spouse Ren, whom uses the pronouns they/them.” There was no point getting off on the wrong foot given the likley difficult nature of the conversation. Ren sat protectively close to Jeannette and gave Pangolin a nod. “Detective.”

~The Mathis Family