Overkill

Fourteen

Sarah smoothed down her tank top and she leaned back, resting her head against the door. A hand on her chest feeling her heart pounding, she worked to slow her breathing.

What am I doing? This could never work between us; we've been friends for too long. If he wanted something between us, he surely would have made a move before he decided to move here. Her mind was running away with itself causing a downward spiral. He should have done this earlier. So, he had feelings for her before he moved away? Why did he never say anything? She feared the hurt she was going to feel as soon as his office is empty and he realizes what they did was a mistake.

Fearing that's exactly what would happen, she rushed over to the twin bed that was pushed against the wall and rummaged through her bag for a plain t-shirt. Only finding her pajamas and work clothes, she tossed the bag to the side with a huff. Earlier she noticed a closet near the shower. Walking over to it, she opened it and found extra suits and regular t-shirts. They were plain white, but it would work to cover her tank top. Grabbing one off of the hanger knowing Scott wouldn't care, she yanked it down over her head, shoving her arms through the sleeves. Slipping her flats on her bare feet, she grabbed her cell phone and headed for the door.

The door opened revealing the office where Scott was sitting behind his desk, another agent on the other side. The two of them looked up at the sudden intrusion, both of their eyes trained on her.

"Excuse me, I apologize for interrupting," she allowed the door to close behind her, "Sir, I'll just be out for a while," she avoided Scott's gaze, shaking her cell phone in the air, showing that she had it on her.

"Sar--Agent Bennet, just a minute, we're wrapping up here," Scott stood, hands on his desk.

Sarah didn't look back, "Sorry, Sir, I've gotta run," she opened the office door and rushed through it, ignoring the stares from the other agents. Hurrying down the hallway, jogging down the stairs, she rushed through the filing room, and burst into the reception area startling Darcy.

Wide-eyed, Darcy looked up as Sarah barged through the door, "My goodness, Sarah," she breathed, clutching her hand over her chest, "you gave me a start. What's got you so rattled?" She eyed Sarah's attire with question, "And where are you headed?"

Standing in front of the desk leaning her arms on it, Sarah shook her head and closed her eyes, "Just out. I need to get away for a minute."

"Ok. What's the reason? Don't lie to me, you know I know you well enough to see something is wrong."

Sighing and glancing out of the big windows, she watched as the people walked by. What is she running from? He did try to stop her.

"I don't know, Darc,"

"Well, something has you rattled, what is it?" Darcy wasn't going to back down, seeing her friend as rattled as Sarah is, she would make sure she was able to comfort her.

Sarah finally looked at Darcy, her eyes spilling the secret she was trying to hold.

"Something happened, you're a mess. Do I need to send someone after Mark?" she was joking, but she sort of wasn't.

"No, Darcy, it has nothing to do with Mark." She dismissed the thought of him, it made her sick. They needed to get the results back so they could go find him and bring him in. "It's Scott," she spoke quietly.

"Sarah, I'm so sorry. Seeing him with someone else probably isn't easy," Darcy still had something to say but stopped when Sarah shook her head.

"It was rough, but I was forcing myself to work at pushing my feelings away, it was beginning to work."