Leticia slipped into the office after a rather scantily clad (though indeed, very attractive) woman left and flitted past her towards the elevator. Leticia's nostrils flared slightly as the woman stepped by. Something... magic, yes. Hm. Not the same an actual magic user would give off though, no. Leticia watched as the woman left, narrowing her eyes slightly. So she wasn't human, and she was here at the scene. That was suspicious, though she ought not jump to any conclusions.<br/><br/>"Send her in!" The detective's voice came just as gruff as Fredricks had warned her. She thanked the security officer and braced herself for angry grizzly bear.<br/><br/>"Hello, Leticia Beckett." Her words came brightly and before the scent of<em>him</em>reached her. Calculated, feral, restrained. Either he was one hell of a character, or he wasn't quite human either. Still, she couldn't tell and suppressed the urge to formulate bizarre and twisting theories on anyone involved. He was the head of the investigation for God's sake. If he committed the act and was powerful enough to hide said power from her, then they had a lot more to worry about than wild theories.<br/><br/>"My father sent me to be of any assistance."<br/><br/>(Leticia is wearing a sleek black dress with a square-cut neckline and long sleeves. The dress ends in white lace around her mid thighs and is otherwise only wearing her black Manolos and a small black handbag. Her human guise is very good, though Kettering and Carmen are very aware of the supernatural, so they may be able to make a guess at her nature if they can sense such things.)