LUKE'S POV
"So I know everyone is everyone upset about Jones leaving us, but I have already found a replacement." my boss, Snyder says. I click my pen, lifting my feet onto my desk. "This time, since all of you wanted a girl, I've found one to be our new teammate."
"You found a chick?" My partner, Armstrong asks.
"Yes."
"Is she hot?" he asks.
"Does it matter?" Snyder asks.
"Yes."
"Then it depends on what you consider hot. I can promise you that even though I didn't ask, she's taken."
"She might not be." Armstrong says. "You better not flirt with her. She's mine."
I raise my eyebrows at him. "I'm getting married in a week. The only female I'm flirting with is my fiancé."
"Right." Armstrong says. "What's our partners name?"
"Have her tell you." Snyder says.
And then Alyssa walks over to us.
Armstrong raises his eyebrows.
I stand up so fast that I knock my cup of coffee over.
"Wait." I say, pointing at Alyssa. "No." I look at Snyder. "Fire her."
"No way."
"Why not? Alyssa, no. Quit."
"No." she says.
"Alyssa." I say.
"Luke." she says.
I shut my eyes. "I am not okay with this."
"Hey." Snyder says. "You may not know this but your soon to be wife here is the only person fit for the job. She can shoot a gun, a clean record, she's good with computers. She's smart, a quick thinker, and she went to college for this."
"No she didn't. She went in for business and then teaching."
I look at Alyssa.
"Unless you lied."
She just smiles.
"I didn't go for business." she says.
I exhale slowly.
"Plus," Snyder says, "She stayed calm in trauma. And the team will be stronger than ever."
Sighing, I sit back down.
"Fine." I grumble.
"The only rule," Snyder starts, "Is no sex on duty."
Alyssa waves him off.
"Now," Snyder starts. "Now that everyone is here, we've got a dead husband and wife in D.C. state. Grab your gear. We're going to Washington."
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I sit on the plane. Alyssa is so comfortable with the team already. Her feet rest on the table of the plan. I sit across from her, Armstrong next to her and Snyder next to me.
I'm watching her.
Pissed, she slams her phone on the table.
"Why are you staring at me?" she asks.
"Because I'm still not okay with this."
"Suck it up. I'm not going anywhere and I know deep down, you're happy."
I sigh.
"Why are you pissy?"
"Because I hate flappy bird." she says.
I sigh.
