Jennie and the FBI Agent.

Chapter 3

Jennie

It's after five when I start looking at my watch, wondering if I really am being stood up this time. I'm not sure what compelled me to flirt

with her, then agree to a date. Maybe it's because I need to feel less like a monster and more like a woman.

I lived. Others died.

I lived, yet I feel dead.

Maybe I want to feel alive, when I'm not collecting on an overdue debt. It's not exactly romantic to think of a someone while you're slicing another one to pieces, but Lisa was definitely on my mind during the three days I spent reaping the debt from Ben.

Not in dark recesses of my mind that are reserved for revenge. No. Lisa was in the good parts I thought no longer existed. She

awakened a long-gone light as though not all the good inside me had been destroyed.

Just I'm about to text her and find out if she's okay, there's suddenly a body sliding into seat in front of me, my eyes pop up to meet a set of soft doe greens. I could stare at those eyes all day.

She's sin and pleasure wrapped in a package I'm tempted to peek at. " sorry," she groans, motioning a waitress. "There was traffic jam. I had to abuse my power and hit the lights just to get through."

My smile surprises me every time she makes me use it. "It's fine. I was just worried," I lie, sort of. I was worried about her, and I was worried I'd been stood up.

Her grin is genuine instant when she sees I'm not pissed, the waitress shows up, ending the moment of two idiots grinning at each other. I honestly can't remember a time when my stomach was fluttering around. I was just teenager when my life was shattered and illusion of normality forever stayed out of my grasp.

it's just a coffee drive-by on her way to work. We both order, the waitress walks away winking at me as though she approves. Not that I need her approval.

"So, what made you agree to meet me?" she asks, apparently skipping small talk. I guess that's wise, since our time will be limited. Not to mention she interrogates for a living, so it's only natural to her. I decide against telling her that she makes me feel like woman instead of the monster I've had become. "What made you want to ask me out?" I ask her instead. "You're deflecting, but I'll bite. You've been in my head. Your turn," she says, leaning up on the table with her elbows. "You've been in my head too."

"that's cheating. You can't parrot my words to keep from disclosing much. That's a commonly used tool in a detached personality."

"Stop profiling me," I say with a smile, secretly hoping she really does stop. What if she sees too much? What the hell am I thinking? This is the stupidest date I could possibly go on. I want to see, perhaps even date, and it has to be certain someone who could see right through me?.

"Occupational hazard. can't turn it off. I wish I could, but can't."

Great.

she continues to await my reaction, and I try to think of how to properly react. How do normal women react? Do they gush and goo over her badgeand skills? Do they get offended by his admission of constant profiling? I have no idea.

"How much has that affected your dating life?" I ask, deciding not to react at all. She groans shaking her head. "More than I care to

admit.As you must know until now that I prefer women and they prefer to tell how they feel, opposed to me pointing it out. I've tried to stop, but can't. I was hopeful with you; you seem to do the same thing."

Her eyes find mine. She's right. I do the same thing. But for completely different reasons.

She serves justice the best She can.I serve revenge in way it needs to be.

"What's your dating life like?" she asks, probing once again.

Like a cobweb with dead bugs in it..not the most appropriate answer. As the waitress drops off our small order, I try to think of the best answer.

"A little dry at the moment."

"Ouch," she says, but grins.

"Well, not at this exact moment," I say, feeling uncontrollable smile spread again.

"So tell me about you." she gestures toward me with one hand while using her other to bring the coffee to her lips.

"Twenty-six. New to the area. Constantly moving. And I have an odd fixation with socks. You?"

She frowns.

"You move a lot?" she asks, not answering my question.

We do that to each other. Avoid answering questions to ask our own. "Yeah. I've lived in thirty states. Growing up was boring. We lived in town. It was small, everyone knew everything about

everyone. After my parents died, it just got worse. Anyway, I've moved all over, trying to find what feels like home."

"Any luck here?" she asks.

"Maybe," I say with a shrug.

I barely know her, so telling her she's the first thing that's has my

interest would definitely be coming on too strong.

"So your parents..." she lets the words trail off, seeming reluctant to fully ask.

"Car accident," I partially lie.

"Sorry," she says, blowing out a breath."It was years ago. Now, about you?" I muse, ready for a subject shift. She flashes me a smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes. "Twenty-nine. I own a house on quiet land. It was my stepdad's, but he left it to me. My mother is living with her newest husband in Miami. So it's just me."

"What about your birth dad?" I realize too late that I shouldn't be prying that deep. Neither of us gets chance to pry. Her phone chirps, drawing attention to it, and s he sighs. "Fuck," she says under her breath, causing my lips to twitch. Her eyes pop back up to meet mine. "I hate to leave this early, but—" "It's fine," I interrupt, ignoring the disappointment "I really am sorry," she says, cursing under her breath as she stands. I stand making things awkward, because I don't know if I should hug her, touch her at all, or wave like an idiot. I wave like an idiot.

Sheesh.

She smirks. "I'll call you later?" she asks, smirk turning into a smile.

I'm busy feeling like an ass, so I just nod. I really don't trust my mouth to be any less stupid than this incredibly awkward wave that I'm still doing.

Her phone rings this time, and she turns and walks away before answering. I drop back down to my seat, wondering how planning out a brutal murder is easier than dating.

The world is entirely too fucked up.

A/N: What do you guys think about the story and plot?