The Monster Inside Me

Chapter Three

The next day they were free to go, she tried to ask for Cal but since she wasn't related to him in any kind of way, a part from a professional partnership, no one could give her informations. She tried to call him but his phone was turned off. She suddenly remembered throwing his phone at him and leaving it in the car. Awesome, now she couldn't even call him. After begging one of the nurses she finally told her that he had gone home a few hours before. She left, going back to the hotel room the FBI booked for her to take a quick shower. She had also asked for Nick's situation but he had to stay there for a few more days to be sure he was ok. The sure added they would have called her if there were any problems. She also called Flynn, asking if he was ok. He said that everything was fine. He told her how he had learnt to use the bow and was now into archery, admitting he had started it to be able to use a weapon just in case, but it turned out there was no need to.

As she let the water run on her body she couldn't help but thinking about where Cal was. If the FBI had booked her that hotel he might have been there too, it wasn't like the FBI booked two rooms into two different hotels for them. She had two options: knock at every single door in the building or call Crown and ask him. She could always act like she needed to talk with Cal about something work related and tell Crown that he lost his phone. She really couldn't tell him: hey you know, while we were trying to find one of your agents, Cal and I fucked and then I threw his phone at him. Now I really need to talk to him, can you please tell me his room number?

She decided that after all calling Crown was the best option, hoping he wouldn't have asked her too many questions. It looked like he was actually really busy and he only asked her how she was feeling and to let him know about Isaac. She put on a shirt and a pair of sweatpants that someone brought her. She wasn't actually looking really good, but she couldn't make otherwise.

She exited her room, walking on the corridor and heading toward Cal's room. She found herself standing in front of his door, knocking lightly. She didn't want to disturb him, but in her mind she was just trying to find an excuse not to talk to him. She knew they needed to, she had actually been the one who said it in the first place, but now she was unsure. Not about her feelings, she knew she loved him; but it had been a few really hard days. She wasn't still over what happened, maybe she would have never been. She saw herself standing in that room once again, with that guy trying to undress her, then Cal came in, killing everyone and disappearing into the campus once again. She had really thought she had lost him, she still felt the panic flowing in her blood, the fear of loosing him taking over her. He had been an idiot, she could have helped him, but once again he tried to save her. He had always done.

The door suddenly opened and she found herself facing a tired Cal, with messy hair, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. She could see he was wearing noting underneath that hoodie, it was half opened and there was no teeshirt underneath. Maybe he was sleeping and he put on something random to open the door, she couldn't quite tell, but she felt the blush rise to her cheeks.

"I-" she suddenly regretted even going to his room.

She could have waited for them to be back in Boston and have a normal talk at his apartment or waited for her house to be empty and talk there. What if they had started arguing? What if they had raised their voices? What if someone had heard them? They had a long fly to get back to Boston and they would have definitely sat near each other, they couldn't ignore a conversation for long, Nick would have suspected something.

"Please come in" he stepped away form the door, letting her in.

She looked around, the bed was unmade and his bathrobe was on the chair in the corner of the room.

"Sorry, it's a bit messy. I took a quick shower and then slept for awhile, I didn't sleep really well tonight you know" he ran a hand through his messy hair, looking around.