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You're not in trouble. This is the third accident that's occurred along that stretch of highway. And we'd like to address the county's concerns.

( He makes his own statement, not approaching the bed, giving Elena her space. )

Do you mind making a statement? We found two cars. One registered to you and one that was stolen.

No, not at all, but I'm afraid I'm not going to be much help.

[She's not trying to be unhelpful, even though her spider sense is tingling - usually the locals try to cover things up before they make it outside the town boundaries.

Fortunately for Elena, this much is the truth:]

I was unconscious for most of it. I don't really remember much.

Do you know who was driving your car?

( Since she was unconscious for most of it. He's aware she won't give him anything useful. But, he will now have to be thorough enough to cover any other motive. )

Until they found the abandoned car, they were calling it a hit and run.

My friend, Caroline.

[She shifts up a little more, trying not to seem uncomfortable.]

One of our friends took a bad fall, so we were trying to take him to the hospital. Care was driving, and I was in the back with him. I'm a doctor.

In the back with your friend.

( To make things clear. She pushes up a bit more, and it's clear she's not in recovery. She's recovered. )

Do you remember seeing a sign on the side of the road? Something that might deter someone from plowing into your car?

( Yellow. Yield. Irrelevant, but he asks anyway. )

[She shakes her head. She barely even remembers where they actually got hit.]

I wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry.

That's alright. It sounds like we should speak to your friend, Caroline, if we have any other questions.

( Questions of speed, direction, etc. )

I do have to apologize, we haven't found the occupant of the other car. But, we are looking.

( From what he knows, they're probably dead. )

[Elena is also thinking that, but she plays along with the story.]

Well, wherever they are, I hope they're okay.

You're nicer than we are. Did you have any other questions for Ms. Gilbert, Officer Gainor?

[David shakes his head, after having spent most of the conversation with his head running around the room, looking for anything suspicious.]

No, I think you've covered it. Hope you feel better, Ms. Gilbert.

[Elena nods with a small smile. "Thanks."]

We'll be in touch.

( They won't. He smiles, looks to David and then heads back out into the hallway. Down the hall, tapping the surface of an iPad is his other intended. He glances back to David before heading further away from Elena's door and out of earshot and eye-line.

He walks past Ezra, first, in case Elena has decided to watch them leave. He stops once, to make sure Ezra knows he's expected to follow before scanning one of the building keys. Finding Ezra's office, he calls for the elevator, again, not acknowledging him as he steps inside. He does turn and as the doors close, intently focuses on him. )

[David slows and comes to a stop on the other side of his husband, again out of Elena's eyeline. He doesn't know if she can see Ezra from here, but he feels the need to play it safe, just in case.

He leans against the table and takes a deep breath.]

Hi.

( Ezra sighs, setting the tablet back down among a cart of tablets. )

Hey.

( He rolls them back the few feet back to the nurse's station. )

Just updating patient notes. Good to see the Gestapo is still punctual.

That's my fault.

[He makes a face.]

I opted against spending five hours trapped in a car with him.

Did both of you pay Elena Gilbert a visit?

( Is that complicating his life more? Turning it into a, the two of them can't be in the same room, situation? )

He didn't really leave me with much of a choice.

[So, sorry Ez.]

But she doesn't know my first name. Just the last.

Does he care she and I are friends. Who's to say, you won't be thrown into this, now you're -- ( He sighs, knowing the answer is... ) who did you say you were.

( What does he have to work with. How can he not keep lying. )

State police officer.

[So nothing too complicated, he hopes.]

And Harvey doesn't care about much beyond you doing your job. You know that.

This isn't going to make my job any easier. Explaining my - what, transferred state police officer husband? If Harvey wants me to walk this back, I need to be in Elena's life more, with fewer secrets. I have to be her go-to witch.

( He had an entire plan in his mind as soon as he realized she miraculously healed. He can't be angry at anyone but himself. And the hunters. )

I'm a private person. I always have been. I have that on my side.

( He lets his eyes fall closed, just for a second. He indicates his husband to follow, hitting the button to the elevator. )

Come on, I think the firing range found my office.

[David shrugs because he doesn't know how he's going to fit into that plan anyway, but they can discuss it later, after they finish with Harvey.

Then, only half-seriously:]

I could be my own twin.

Actual sitcom plot.

( The elevator doors close.

Ezra's resolute, pinched face thaws. As dire as this might be and as big of a fuckup as this is, it's good to have his husband here. It only takes one look over to him before he's pulling him closer into an embrace. He's away from him too much of the gods' damn time. )

A real comedy of errors.

[David goes easily, using one hand to rub his back as he comes in closer. They only have a few minutes on the elevator, but it'll be long enough.]

Upside, Harvey only cleared his meetings for today.

( He doesn't step back, but leans enough to put their foreheads together. )

Should I expect a slap on the wrist, then?

( Or, a handler at this point? Or does he just feel like a flick of the wrist will be enough. But, Harvey wouldn't bring David down just to kill Ezra. That's not his style. Poetry, he chooses, but not sadism. Maybe he is safe. )

Don't know yet. He still didn't seem happy about the state of things. And he has a lot of questions about how Elena was healed.

[Not complaints, but questions. They know a lot of things have strings.]

Questions I don't have the answer to.

( Something occurs to him. )

Unless he wants to check the cameras. That should give us something.

( He doesn't want to sell Elena or an angel out, but, he does need to save his own ass. )

I'll give him the option.

( Another sigh and he finally kisses him, just once before holding him for one more second before parting when the doors open. )

You know where my office is.

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