His Dominant, Her Submissive

19.

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Flicking through the TV channels, Kiara sat on the couch wrapped in a blanket. Because of the seasons changing, even the heat in the house didn't feel like enough. It was times like this where she missed him, but what he said still hurt. Even if he didn't mean it... hell, she couldn't think about it now.

Since she planned on going to work tomorrow, she needed to look at the forecast. It was closer to 10:00 PM than she had realized. However, as the screen changes, she expected to see the weather. "News just in, Quantico Police Department was bombed earlier tonight. As the paramedics sweep through the building to find out the number of casualties, we will continue updating you."

That can't be right, could it? Kiara gets hating the police, but bombing them meant there's too few police officers, making the city unsafe for the time being. Reaching to grab her phone, she opened her contact list and clicked on Genevieve's profile. Yet the stinging truth of her "friend" snapped her back into reality.

Instead of calling the blonde, she blocked the number and set her phone down. Unfortunately, her next instinct would've been to call Spencer. Seeing as they were broken up, that would do more harm than good. Finally setting the device down, she glued her eyes to the screen, hoping to find out more.

"Incoming footage from an anonymous source shows the events of the bombing." The screen turned black and white, seeing as the recording was not in color. The footage of a woman walking into the building is displayed on her TV. 

As no audio came with the footage, Kiara sat in silence and watched as the footage played out. The woman took off her trenchcoat, revealing bombs strapped to her chest. She didn't set them off immediately, but the quality was too low to tell if she said anything. Suddenly, the footage cut off a second after the footage cut off.

"It's tragic, but the FBI has confirmed the woman who bombed the building was Eva Sinclair. The tragedy of today has been labeled a suicide bombing." Knowing the station wasn't too far from where she lived, meant that it must've been over, and Spencer could come back.

"Maybe not." She whispered to herself, seeing as she couldn't handle the thought of wrongfully reaching out to the doctor, she sighed and looked over to her violin case. Though she felt she had practiced enough, there would always be more to do.

Her hands hurt. That's the problem. No matter what, the past few days have been the hardest. She had to take some time away from practicing so she wouldn't ruin her fingers for the next week. Straining herself wouldn't do any good, and with how the violin is held, her shoulder would be dislocated if she wasn't careful.

But she would bounce back, she had to. This had to be enough to get off the couch and make her way to the closet. Ignoring the few pairs of clothes hanging in the back, specifically for Spencer, she grabbed the work uniform and laid it out. Moving to the bathroom, she could pull herself together enough to take a shower.

Setting her phone out, she moved and set her phone on the counter to let her shower playlist. Once she got out, however, she noticed a missed call from her phone, which made her stop the music and look at the Caller ID. It was Mitch, and judging by how he left a message, which he hardly ever does, she waited until she was dry until she picked up again.

Hearing the dial tone ring, she waited a bit before hearing the other side connect. "There you are, finally! I was worried you wouldn't pick up," Mitch's voice said first, to which Kiara chuckled.

"Well, you called me when I was in the shower, so sorry if I couldn't answer immediately. You made things sound urgent, what's up?" She muttered into the call, though he sounded too happy to put into words.