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-chapter thirty one-
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"HICKS, JUAREZ. MY OFFICE." Layla and Celina equally stopped in their tracks.
Before Layla let out a sigh turning to look at her friend. "We can get buried next to each other if you want."
"I was thinking more so cremation, but burying works too." The two girls walked to Sgt. Grey's office.
When the two reached they paused looking at the four that stood in the room. Grey, Tim, Thatcher and Harper all watching the two with their arms crossed.
Layla pinched herself out of the nightmare she had began to envision.
"I'm worried that I focused too much on Aaron, after the attack and did you two a disservice. Let you fall through the cracks."
Celina paused looking to Layla who sat in deep thought before she spoke.
"Thank you sir. But I'm fine." She assured.
"I am too." Layla added with a light nod.
"What about the wedding? You two went rouge."
"You know better than to meet with a CI without altering other officers." Nyla said to Celina before turning to Layla. "And no, until you make P2 you don't count, you are still a rookie."
"We do, but we just wanted to-" Layla began before Nyla interrupted her.
"Impress us?"
Layla sighed softly looking at Tim's expression. "Yes."
"Well I hope you know it didn't. Because that situation could have ended a lot differently than it did. Don't ever do it again."
"Yes ma'am." Celina and Layla both said.
Grey looked to Layla. "Harper's needed back with the detectives, you'll be riding with sergeant Bradford until Nolan returns."
"Yes sir."
He then paused turning to Celina. "You will be too. For today. He's going to make sure the two of you are in check."
Tim cleared his throat. "Well then let's go. Get the war bags boots. Set up the shop."
Layla paused before her and Celina left the room quickly.
