Bad Blood ~Rewrite~

Twenty-Five

The winter wind whipped violently at anything that crossed its path. Caitlyn stared silently out of the office window, tuning the group out as Urie handed out files to each member of the group. One thing she learned when she was shot was that Depp often used their boss to deliver assignments to each member of the team. Although they were fighting to stop him, they were still captives to his endless games. Do as he says or your family dies, the more your stupid little team rebels, the more you'll hate your mission.

Caitlyn still wasn't entirely sure what the others did in their missions. The most she had gotten out of any of them was that they had to get information out of people, but she imagined it looked different than the way she was forced to gather information. Whenever she asked Thomas about his assignments, he would tense up and always mutter about doing whatever he had to do to keep Ava safe.

From the moment she arrived back to work after being shot, she noticed that team members would go missing for days on end. She wished she could see into each of her friends' minds because she still felt as if she was the only member of the team being left in the dark.

A soft clutter pulled Caitlyn away from her daydreaming quickly as she turned back to look at the others at the conference table. He exhaustion from last week's excursion hadn't fully worn off. In fact, she slept most of the weekend and nearly missed her alarm this morning.

She blushed softly when she noticed the conference run had cleared out. Everyone had returned to their desks except for Thomas.

"You okay?" He asked, leaning against the table as he propped himself up on one arm. Caitlyn sighed softly and ran a hand over her face.

"Fine..." she muttered softly. "I'm still a bit exhausted. I just need a little more time to adjust after that horrible patch." She rubbed the back of her neck uncomfortably. "Are you alright?" She retorted, seeing how uncomfortable he looked. Thomas nodded and glanced back at the table.

"I uhm... well, the group was talking this weekend, and. Well, they think that... now that we know that Nick and Depp aren't trying to kill you, that. Uhm..." Caitlyn furrowed her eyebrows softly as she watched him fidget uncomfortably in place. "They think maybe it's time that you return back to your apartment," he blurted out suddenly. Caitlyn felt her breath hitch in her throat suddenly.

"Really?" She whispered breathlessly. Thomas sighed quietly.

"Now that more people are showing up for the alliance, Urie wants to spread some of them out," he explained. "Most of the people joining us are in hiding, and he doesn't want Depp to find them all at once if something goes bad. For now, some of them are staying at the new hideout, but he asked if we can use my family's house as another location for them... he says we need the space, and you and I both have perfectly good apartments to go home to." Caitlyn nodded silently, trying to decide what to feel. "We've been watching your place for months now... Nick hasn't been there since the night you... well. You know. We've checked it for bugs as well. There aren't any cameras or microphones anywhere that we can find."

"Okay..." she said, looking down at the table top intently.

"Okay?" He asked. Caitlyn let out a soft sigh and looked back out the window, noticing that soft flakes had started falling from the sky, being whipped around by the violent wind.

"I mean, if that's what everyone has decided is for the best, who am I to argue?" Thomas threw a skeptical look at her before sitting beside her.

"I'm sorry," he said with a tone of sarcasm. "Did you really just ask who you are to argue? Because I think I can name several occasions in which you've put up an argument..." Caitlyn rolled her eyes softly as she folded her arms protectively in front of herself.