This was not our plan.

ch 2: all she saw..

The next day

"Make sure you take note of that." Cleo pointed at a huge spot of blood on the floor. Fallon sighed and rolled her eyes, reluctantly writing it down in the stupid notebook. She made sure to check that Cleo still had her back turned before she did so though.

"I can hear you huffing and puffing behind me you know." Cleo said, amusement present in her voice.

"Yeah, cause im a CI just like you. Not an assistant." Fallon mumbled under her breath while stooping down to examine the blood spatter. She noticed that the blood was more of a leak than a.. scatter. Almost like the woman was stabbed or cut open.

As Fallon stood back up she turned around and came face to face with Cleo. The woman was standing so close to her that she could smell the wonderful perfume she was wearing.

"You may be a CI, Smith, but you have no idea what it takes to be a good one." She said, her amused tone from earlier completely dissipated. Her face was serious and her tone was cruel. The fuck is her problem?

Fallon stared back into those empty eyes of Cleo's, trying to muster up the courage to respond but she lost the opportunity to when Atwood turned away from her.

Instead, Fallon decided to change the subject.

"I think we need to see the body." She recommended, after noticing how unusual the blood was considering it was the result of a gunshot.

"No we don't." Cleo replied coldly.

"I think we do, the blood on the floor doesnt match up with the cause of death. A single gunshot, even to the chest doesn't cause this much blood. Cleo, we can't ignore thi-"

"It's Atwood to you!" She almost yelled, quickly turning around and walking up to me. The way she suddenly snapped startled and confused the younger woman.

Fallon noticed how watery the older woman's eyes were. For a person who's been a CI for so long you'd think that she'd no longer get affected by the cases she works on.

"We do not need to see that body!" Atwood yelled, causing Fallon to break eye contact and look at the floor. She felt like a child being scolded.

Slowly, Fallon dropped her notebook and pen and turned away from the older woman.

"Since you're so good at what you do, I suppose I'll go back to the office and find something else to work on."

She said before beginning to walk away. Fallon wasn't usually the type to give up on things, especially winning people over but Cleo was almost impossible.

"Wait-" Cleo called out, flinching as she heard how pitiful her own voice sounded. Fallon stopped walking, but kept her back turned to Atwood.

"I.. Im.."

Fallon almost got excited, thinking the next word out of her mouth would be sorry.

"I.. dont want to work on this alone." Cleo's  composure suddenly shifted into more of a demanding figure.

"So, stay. You don't have to take notes." The older woman said, clearing her throat.

Fallon slowly turned around to face her, a small smile creeping onto her face.

"Why're you smiling? Get to work." The older woman said, sounding slightly offended.

Meanwhile Fallons smile only grew, but it didnt stop her from wanting to see that body. She'd have to find time to do it, going behind Cleo's back. But for now, the woman happily left her notebook and pen on the floor and went on to look around the crime scene for any auspicious clues.