Fractured (kendall jenner x gigi hadid)

11

Binx is lying on her side next to Kendall. Her cheeks are flushed and she doesn't look cold, despite the bedroom window being ajar. "What did you tell Harry?" she asks.

Binx has one hand supporting her head and the other is draped along her side, her elbow resting on the dip of her waist, her arm curves along her hip and her hand rests on her bare thigh. Her dark hair is messy and her skin almost glows.

"I might have lied and said I had a counseling session with you," Kendall replies.

Binx's inclusion into their investigation has made coming up with excuses easy. It doesn't stop the tremendous guilt filling her chest. She hates lying to everyone.

"Tell me about your day," Binx says as she leans closer to Kendall. Kendall hesitates. Binx will get the file tomorrow morning and it hardly seems appropriate to talk about it now. "I want to hear it from you Kendall," she purrs.

"She was in her mid twenties, dark hair," she tells Binx quietly. "Graduated a couple of months ago, we think he crept into her house and then waited. The scene was definitely staged to make a point to us. It's escalating very quickly."

"What did she look like?" Binx asks curiously.

Kendall hesitates. She's not sure whether she wants to tell her the answer and she's not sure that Binx will want to hear the answer. "She looked like you actually. Dark hair, brown eyes, she would have been beautiful." Kendall feels Binx shiver against her.

"We don't have to talk about this Binx." She never calls her baby or any other shortened nickname. It, ironically, doesn't seem appropriate and she has a feeling Binx wouldn't like it anyway. Binx rolls off her tongue easily enough.

"I want to know Kendall," she replies sternly. "I want to try and understand the psychology of this killer."

It's always the killer with Binx. It's never him or he. It's never gendered and Kendall finds it slightly strange because usually everyone is happy to jump onto the gender bandwagon. And everything so far has pointed to a man.

"You don't know it's a man for definite," Binx speaks like she's been reading Kendall's mind. "That's just your opinion based on a Cara's psychological profile."

"Women don't kill like this."

She rolls over so she's pressed against Kendall and she rests her head on Kendall's bare chest, looking up at her with pale brown eyes. "You'd be surprised at what I've seen women do in this line of work Kendall," she says as she traces a small pattern with her fingertip over Kendall's chest.

The light was on in Kendall's apartment when she got home. She could see it shining from outside, it made her feel like she was going home to someone or something. Gigi must have left it on when she had left Kendall's apartment earlier in the day. She was getting used to having the blonde around. It had been over a week since their first kiss and it hadn't been their last. She enjoyed kissing Gigi, there was just something about her. Something addicting...

Kendall looked up at her building from where she had parked her car across the street. It looked a lot like every other apartment building in Beverly Hills; nothing to write home about. The glass in the windows reflected the fading light, so the building seemed to blink in and out of existence.

When Kendall saw the brunette, for a moment she thought that the woman was inside her apartment, standing at her window, looking down at her. She reminded herself that Binx was locked up. Then, after a spooked second, she realised that the woman was standing in the window a floor above hers. The woman was five floors up, but when she stepped back from the window Kendall was sure that the woman had seen her looking up at the building. Another brunette. That's all Kendall needed.