Hush

One

Okay, before I start, i want to say that I will update each chapter and edit it and all throughout time or even after the book is complete.

Paige Miller;

There's a softer side to me. It's not all this rough and touch chick with a gun on her belt. I've had a very bad past, I mean there were some good moments, but sometimes I can't even think about them.

I cry, but not in front of anyone. Unless it's my dog, but other than that, no one.

"Come on, Miller." My trainer says leaning out from behind the punching bag. I heard him, but I'm still stuck in my thoughts. "Paige?" I blink my almost dry eyes a few times, jumping back into reality. "Right, yeah sorry, Liam." I say tightening my glove strap.

"Punch, punch, block, jab combo." Liam says holding onto the bag again. Without thinking of it, I go right into it, imagine the bag was everyone who did me wrong.

I seem to get a little carried away because Liam starts to yell my name, "Paige, okay okay, Paige!" I feel hands grab my wrists, slowing down my violent swings. "Sweetheart." Liam says somewhat calmly. I open my eyes slowly, anger flooding through my body.

"I need to hit something." I say lowly, my teeth biting harshly at my cheek. He lets go of my wrists, stepping to the side. He raises his arm towards the punching back, "By all means." I clench my jaw, ready to swing until I hear a very familiar voice speak up. 

"Let me take a crack at it." Harry, an agent who got moved a year or so ago -- which i was very happy about, says walking over to me. "Not the time, mate." Liam warns him. "Yeah, not the time." I mumble stretching my arms. "I can handle her." Harry states mater-o-factly.

I roll my eyes at him and push strands of hair from my face. "I'm not planning your funeral if you die, Styles." Liam chuckles leaning against one of the white brick pillars. I turn towards Harry and wait for him to put on the hand pads. I smirk slightly and step back as he walks over to me.

"Just so you know, I'm in a pretty pissy  mood." I smirk looking up at him with my eyes. He shrugs, "I've seen worse," He mumbles tilting his head to each side, "Do your worst, princess." He winks holding up his padded hands. I take a deep breath, closing my eyes. 

Concentrate, Paige.

"Ready?" he asks as I open my eyes. I smirk and without warning I swing, a loud smacking sound sounding as my fist connects with the padding. I quickly move into the new combo that Liam showed me. I spin around, my heal connecting roughly with the pad.

I return to my start position, blocking myself. Harry switches the hand pads out for gloves. "What are you doing?" I ask, letting my arms fall to my sides. He shrugs, "I want a turn." He gets into the starting position, indicating he wants to fight me. "Oh this oughta be fun." Liam chuckles as he crosses his muscular arms across his chest.

Harry throws the first punch - which i barely dodge. I back hand swing towards his face, but he hits it way and jabs at me. He almost connects with me but I knock his hand away. Quickly finishing my combo, I try to spin kick but he catches my leg between his arm and side, causing me to fall on the mat with a thud.

A groan escapes my lips. I look up at him, giving him a look. He chuckles as he stands over me. I go to sit up as he holds his hand out. I roll my eyes and take it, rising back on my feet. I go to let go, but he pulls me to him. I can feel our body heat mixing, we are that close. I look up at him, "That was so not fair." I say trying to hide my smirk. He doesn't attempt to hide his as he chuckles, "Better luck next time, princess." 

He lets go of my hand and goes to the bench. He picks up a towel, wiping his face off. I bite my lip and look away. "Play times over, children. Boss needs you." Liam says walking over to us. I nod, "Well is was sorta nice to see you again, Styles." I smile as i pick up my water bottle. "No, he's going with you." Liam says. I give him a puzzled look. "He's your new partner, Paige." 

I nearly spit out my water. "Please tell me your joking.." I give Liam a help me look. He chuckles and Harry steps up, "Sorry, Miller." Harry smirks walking to the door. I look at Liam and shake my head, "If he dies, not my fault." 

Liam chuckles and shakes his head, "You need him, and you know it." He's right, it's hard going on cases without a partner. Yeah, we have a team, but i'm the only one who goes alone when we spread out. "Yeah, yeah.." I mumble picking up my dufflebag. "Plus, we need you here, You're one kick ass, lady." He smiles. I laugh and shrugs, "Hey, what can I say."

"You can say something like woo, now i have someone saving my life." Harry says trying to mock my voice. "Uhm, no. We all know it will be me who will be saving your damsel in distress ass." I shoot back pushing the door open with my butt. He watches me and I wink at him. 

"Good luck, Styles." I hear Liam say. Harry sighs, "I'll need it."