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Jay, if.... .... you complain to your partner
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"Guys suck," you complain, taking another big swig of your beer and shaking your head with a snort, "All of them."
"I don't think it applies to everyone," Jay agreed, tapping the top of his bottle against yours, "A little overzealous to put us all in the same category as that jerk."
Maybe Jay was right, but right now, you didn't care if your behavior was fair or not.
It was just that every guy you had been with in the last few years was a complete jerk. It was always on new, truly impressive how quickly you could spot a jerk. Don't. And you of all people, could say that you belonged to Intelligence. A unit in which only the best were invited and every policeman for murders would be. It was like a joke.
So after you found out you'd been betrayed yet again, your mood at work had been terrific and ensured you sat with Molly that evening. All you knew was that you had every intention of getting hammered as soon as your shift was over.
At this point, it's worth mentioning that you didn't have a crush on Jay at all. No weak knees when his gaze, with its blue eyes, met yours. Or his smile, which made you involuntarily start to smile. With that, it was proven. You were definitely not in love with your partner. Not at all.
