Lovesick | Natasha Romanoff (GxG)

Part 9; An Unexpected Traveler

~Y/N's Pov~

I got dropped off at my home by my boss, his deal still lingering in my mind. If I don't catch these murderers, I lose my job. I don't even think John knows Andrew helped me, so that means he's safe.

I noticed the front door unlocked and entered the house. I sigh. Luke must've kept it open for me. His car's parked outside, meaning he is here. I guess he's just so angry that he doesn't want to see my face.
I lock the door behind me and jog up the stairs, towards my room. I quickly take a peek inside Luke's room to see him fast asleep. His clock tells that it's 8:44 pm. Usually, he goes to sleep a lot more later, around 10. The news he got from me earlier must have given him a huge shock. Hopefully tomorrow he'll come out of his room to talk to me, just so that he understands more about my case with Natasha.
I enter my room.

Speaking of Natasha, as crazy as it sounds, she can help me. Now, I hate to admit she was right about me needing her help. That reminds me that I still need to block number, but maybe I'll do that after I've spoken to her. She's a resource I can use to capture the suspects. She was obviously there for a reason, following them around. So maybe I'm going to regret asking her for help, or maybe I'll be thanking her. Odds are, she won't help me. We ended off on wrong terms after all.

I just have to try to get to her. She knows something. I need to try and trust her. For my job's sake.

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I spot a note against the fridge.

"Hey sis, there's an emergency at work so I had to leave early. When I come back, we'll have a real conversation :)"

I sigh as I read the note before throwing it away. I sat around the counter with my glass of water next to me, having some time to spare before I also leave for work. I usually get my morning started by getting coffee and a quick sandwich by a café with Andrew near the work, but I don't think he wants to see me right now. I mean, he's not fired, so technically there's no reason to be mad at me. Another reason he can't be mad is because he doesn't know Natasha and I's history together. He's just so confused how I got to the hospital on my own, he was my driver after all.

I can't tell Andrew that a person accused on this case, also with a past drug possession took me to the hospital.

I got ready to leave, getting my bags and keys as I open the door.

My eyes widen. What the fuck.

I look down to a man, Griffin, one of my suspects to be exact, squirming around with rope tied around his wrists on my doorstep. Not knowing what to do, I kept on staring with wide eyes as he sent me glares with fear in his eyes. Someone caught the man who almost taken my life... to my house? He was sitting down, trying his best to wiggle himself away before I pulled him back by his shoulder.
He had duct tape around his mouth, so he muttered through the tape to himself, trying his best to talk.
I look around, trying to spot the person who did this. Who the hell?... I groan, a bit frustrated. I guess this makes my job a lot easier. I might not get fired.

As I stood there, staring at the suspect, I realized that there was more to this situation than I had first thought. There was a piece of paper sticking out from his jacket's pockets. I frown and took it, causing him to groan, his words coming out as mumbles from the tape around his lips.

I read the piece of paper. "Consider this as a 'get well soon' gift"

It seems as this person knew I was shot and knew about my mission. The most important part of it all, they know I was searching for Griffin, and now they brought him to me. Also, this handwriting is quite familiar, but I can't put a finger on it. I have a strong feeling I know this person.