Fractured (kendall jenner x gigi hadid)

Were do we begin

It was almost eight at night and it was dark, and Kendall's whole body hurt. It was all the standing around outside doing roadblock checks. Or maybe it was just the mind numbing boredom. Wendy Somers had been gone for more than twenty four hours. And after a day of interviews, searches and dead ends it had come to this: waiting outside for something to happen. The crushing sense of impotence was hard to swallow for Kendall.

Kendall used her thumb and forefinger to open the little brass box that was still in her pocket and slipped out a Vicodin. She knew them from other pills by the feel, the size and the little cut mark. She didn't know if the pain was all in her head anymore or if she could still really feel it. If anyone saw, it would look like a mint. She didn't really care. The bitter taste of too much coffee hugged the back of her throat and tongue.

They had a witness who saw Wendy Somers at six forty five, her work mates had said she left work at six fifteen which begged the question of what was she doing for the thirty minutes in between. A moment later Cara and another detective called Rachel walked up behind her. Kendall liked Rachel, they had worked closely together the first time around and she hadn't changed much. Both of them were carrying a coffee in a white paper cup with a red lid, they were both wearing waterproof jackets. Kendall was jealous that they had jackets.

Cara nudged Kendall's arm before handing her the coffee that was in her hand. "What's that?" Kendall asked.

"The coffee you wanted about fifteen minutes ago." Kendall looked non committally down at the paper cup, she didn't want the coffee anymore. She was actually feeling pretty good right now.

"Uh, no, Ken," Cara said. "I had to walk a few blocks for this in this weather and you are drinking it. No get out of jail passes on this one I'm afraid."

Kendall pondered her next words carefully. "Okay Cara, but I'm pretty sure I asked for a skinny flavoured latte."

"Don't push it Ken," Cara stated, although the smile that threatened her face was clear to see. Yep, Kendall Jenner could still pull this detective thing off.

- x -

The phone was ringing when Kendall finally got home. She had an armload of reports and a stack of public tips that she planned to read that night, she stacked them perilously on top of her empty bookcase. She was surprised when they didn't topple over onto the floor in a messy heap. She picked up the cordless phone that sat next to the bookcase and perched herself on the arm of the couch when she looked at the caller ID.

"It's me," Selena greeted her.

"Hey, Selena," Kendall answered her ex, grateful for the distraction at least for a little while. She walked through to the kitchen, got a bottle of water out of the fridge and opened it.

"How was your first day back then?"

"Pretty unproductive, and strange," Kendall admitted as she unclipped her gun from her belt and set it down on the old coffee table. She sat down fully on the couch before she fumbled around for the TV remote.

"I saw you on TV, you were very intimidating." Kendall heard her hesitate for a second before her voice floated down the line again. "My parent's are coming on Sunday, they'd really like to see you again Kendall. Considering everything."

She swallowed thickly. "You know I can't come over on Sundays, Selena."

Kendall could hear her sigh at the other end of the phone. "Because you will be with her." It wasn't even a question anymore, it was merely a statement.

They had been through this countless times before and there wasn't anything left to say about the matter anymore. "You know how weird that is Ken, don't you?" the vibration of Selena's voice in her ear made Kendall feel something and it was better than nothing. "What do you two even talk about?"