Switchblade

Chapter 35: Here's What's Gonna Happen

"He was taken in earlier today and hasn't gotten back. But no one raided the place just yet." Kolson said through the phone.
"Alright. I don't expect him to be back for a few days but keep an eye out." Killian replied.
"No problem." said Kolson. "Hey, where've you been? You weren't here all day."
"I couldn't be. If they saw me they would've brought me in too. And I moved Tatiana so now I have to watch her so she doesn't leave or try to murder me."
"Are you...feeding her?"
Killian rolled his eyes. "Yes. She's cooking in my kitchen."
"She's at your house?" Kolson questioned.
"Don't you think that's where my kitchen would be?"
"So you went from starving the girl to making her a housewife?" Kolson chuckled.
"Shut up, asshole."
"Still tryin' to fuck her?"
"I stopped when I found out she was a virgin."
"That's right. Well, if you won't take her, Niko will."
"Nobody's touchin' her."
"Whatever you say." Kolson scoffed.
"We'll talk tomorrow."
"Alright."
Killian hung up.

He opened the door to his room. "Tatiana!" he called.
"Food's ready!" she answered as if she could read his mind.

He headed downstairs towards the kitchen.

Tati gave the pasta a few more stirs.

He grabbed a plate to start fixing his food.
"No, stop, I wanna do it." she stated.
"I'm not a child." he replied.
"That's not why! I like making the plate look pretty. It's better that way."
"That's some restaurant bullshit you learned. It's going into the same place."
"Don't be an asshole, just let me fix it. I'm sure your chef does the same thing."
"He's a chef, he's not a girl I'm housing."
"Move, Killian!" she yelled and snatched his plate.
He stared at her while she placed the plate down to start fixing it.

"You know my name?" he asked.
She looked at him. "Yea. I learned it a while ago. Just never said it." She faced the plate again. "To you."
"Mm."
"Am I not supposed to? Is that a broken boundary since I'm a kidnappee?" she joked as she carefully arranged the food.
"No, I don't care." He watched her hands work.
"Okay." She sliced through the steak.

"You're gonna cut it too? Like I'm an infant?"
"What infant is eating fucking steak, Killian?"
He paused after she said it again and just stared at her. He looked back at the plate. "But why are you doing that? I know how to cut it."
"It's to make it look pretty! Would you shut up?!" She kept slicing.
"I'm hungry, hurry up."
"You ate like two hours ago."
"Do you think I get full off a sandwich?"
"God, you're so whiny." She took the long slices and perfectly laid them out on top of the pasta in the shape of the steak.

Killian waited impatiently leaned against the refrigerator.
Tati took the plate and grabbed a fork for him. She turned to hand it to him.
"Here."

Only the plate distanced them as she held it at his abdomen.
He looked in her eyes while he took it.

She didn't budge.
Which confused him again.

She turned to fix her own plate the same way.

"Tatiana." he stated.
"What?"
"Look at me."
She turned around and looked at him.
He set the plate down and stared in her eyes. She stared back.
His eyes bounced between hers.
"What?" she asked.

He took note of everyone else flinching when he made eye contact but the only time she ever shuttered was if he was angry. While most people fear his gaze no matter what his emotion was.

"Nothing." He took his plate and moved it to the dining table.

Tati was confused but faced her plate again to fix her own food.

"What can't you make?" he asked her as he prepared his fork.
"I don't know. I haven't mastered a Thanksgiving Turkey like my mom has. So I guess that."

Killian ate the bite on his fork that held a slice of the steak wrapped in the pasta. He leaned back in his seat while he chewed.
Holy shit... he thought in pleasure.

Tati went and sat down at the table.
"Is it good?" she asked.
He sat there still chewing with his eyes closed.
She snickered.
He went in for another bite.

"That brings me to a question..." she began.
He listened but was more focused on eating.
"You said your chef would be gone for a while...right?"
He chewed and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Mm." he agreed.
"And...I have to stay away until my mom pays back the money."
He stared at her.
"Well...you have to eat, right? So..."
She still messed with her fork while she thought of the question. "Can I stay here and just cook instead of being forced back into the boring room and you starve?" she asked and looked up at him.
He was sitting there, leaning back in his chair while staring at her.
She grinned.
"No." he answered.
"OH COME ON!" she yelled. "I don't wanna be in that room and you don't wanna starve or eat gross food."
He didn't respond.
"I'll make you desserts too."
He blinked at her.
She waited for a response.

"Nothing lemon." he stated.
"Nothing lemon." she swore.
He looked at his plate. He had to admit her cooking was delicious. Not his chef's but far better than what he would be able to make.

He grabbed his fork to keep eating. "Fine."
Tati tried to contain her excitement. But she was glad she traded out her bland room with no shower for a modern mansion with a shower whenever she felt like it, a pool in the backyard, and free range of a kitchen.

"If I leave here one day and you aren't here, I will find your mother and ki-..."
"OKAYYY!" she interrupted quickly. "I know. I'm not leaving. For one why would I? And two you live too far from my house anyway." She took the first bite of her meal while Killian was halfway done.

"I do need more clothes though..." she said before swallowing.
He looked at her with an attitude.
"I was gonna need more anyway! Do I need to remind you that all I have is shorts and tank tops and the same two pairs of sweatpants and one hoodie?! It'll get cold out before I go back home if she takes all six months."
He looked back at his plate and kept eating.
"You're so dramatic." she sighed and kept eating as well.
"Shut up."
She snickered and chewed.

~•~

"You'll be held here for the time being." Park stated. He held the door open for the cell and Doc walked in.
"What happened to gettin' a phone call?" Doc asked.
"You don't need one."
"What kind of bullshit is that? You have me here but I can't make a fuckin' phone call? You even know how to do your job, you fuckin' asshole?"
"Your outbursts are gonna have you in here longer."
"Can't do that either. You're a grown man, just cause I hurt your feelin's you wanna put me in timeout? Huh? How'd you get this job?"
Park sighed and shut the door.
"I expect to be out of here by tomorrow, once you assholes realize I'm not behind shit."

Park walked off with the manila folder in his hand.

"How'd it go?" asked Detective Martin. The two stopped to speak to one another.
"How you'd expect it to go asking an old immigrant man about their business? We got no where." Park stated.
"Well he wouldn't be the best if he was easy to get answers out of."
"We'll spend some day this week going through their office. He's gotta be hiding something in there. Emails, phone calls, something."
Martin nodded her head and Park kept walking.