Behind Enemy Lines | 2

Chapter Twenty Three

Rebekah's Bluetooth, once she turned it back on after driving far enough away from Lara Knight's last location, had been buzzing non-stop. She didn't bother answering any work related calls but when she received one from her husband about how the Commissioner had called him up about her antics, she knew that her boss was very angry. The Detective wasn't used to dealing with human emotions after growing up without them but she recognised fear and worry. She was fearful that Raven would be arrested, and worrying about her husband and daughter... as usual. They still didn't know about the werewolf world; Jemima would soon find out but Pete couldn't know. He was a scientist – he didn't believe in mythical creatures! How was he meant to believe he fell in love with one?

As Rebekah pulled up into the precinct, into her allocated spot, she could sense the cameras on her. When she went into the car-park lift, she was surprised to find it working. That was quick.

While the lift was descending up the floors until they reached the floor for her detectives she began to motivate and encourage herself.

You're a former Theta wolf Rebekah! You will not bow to anyone!

You're the best detective, mother and wife in the whole world – he won't harm you!

You're bloody Rebekah Morgan, you ain't letting anyone walk over you!

By the time Rebekah opened her eyes from her mini-motivation session, the lift doors had opened. She stared everyone down for they seemed to have locked eyes with her. With her chin up, she walked with confidence into her office on the right. She didn't even hesitate when she spotted the Commissioner in her office... in her chair.

 The Detective opened the door, shutting it after her, and turned to face her Boss. His silver hair was streaked back with too much grease, his half-moon glasses jammed on his large nose. His sharp blue eyes, orbs which seemed impossible to escape, skimmed back and forth as he held a picture frame in his hands. With the Commissioner's feet resting on her desk, Rebekah felt threatened and not to mention uneasy, especially while he was looking at the photo of herself, Pete and Jemima.

"I take it that it wasn't an easy birth, judging by those bandages." The Commissioner commented, looking up at her with those captivating eyes, but Rebekah remained unprovoked.

"I take it that I am going to be fired, judging by you all over my desk." She retorted, her bag feeling heavy on her arm. The keys to her car were still in her opposite hand – the key itself digging into her palm.

"Fire you? I wouldn't dare fire the best." His voice resembled sarcastic shock as he raised a silver caterpillar towards her. "Punish you for betraying orders? That's another thing."

"I don't like being spanked."

"Don't give me lip, Detective."

"I was following a source-"

"We both know you weren't." He interrupted and in one motion removed his feet off the table and placed the picture back in its rightful place. "You've been awfully suspicious recently Detective. Sneaking out, not answering calls, even your phone records-"

"You went through my phone!?" Rebekah spoke angrily but made no physical movement. They were both eye to eye now. It was like one of those typical movies that Pete so devastatingly loved – ones involving a Mexican stand-off. Neither one looked away as the battle for verbal dominance took over.