Fractured (kendall jenner x gigi hadid)

12

Binx hangs back slightly as Kendall opens the door to her office. Beverly Hills Police Department is quiet, there are a few officers in the lobby who didn't even give them a second glance as they walked past. Kendall uses a key to open the door, she pushes it open and then allows Binx to enter first.

She flicks on the light as she walks in behind Binx. It's Binx's idea to be here, she's usually content to see crime scene photos in the morning but tonight it's different for some reason. There's photos pinned to a bulletin board on the wall, in addition to the ones that sit in a neat stack on Kendall's desk.

Binx is wearing a fitted skirt with a tight shirt and heels that highlights her figure. Kendall wonders, selfishly, if Binx has worn it for her benefit. She stands against the desk and watches as Binx wanders over to the board, her fingers tracing across the photos that are pinned up.

"This doesn't bother you does it?" Binx asks, as she turns her head in Kendall's direction.

She's only surprised by the question for a second until she knows what Binx means. She's starting to become immune to Binx reading her, she is a psychologist after all.

"The killings bother me yes, of course they do but the crime scenes no. I've seen it all before in the past few years."

Binx takes a step towards her. "I didn't see you yesterday."

"I was busy," Kendall says.

"You work too hard," Binx replies simply.

Kendall smiles sadly. "Everyone says that to me."

They are face to face now, Kendall is just an inch or so taller than her, even with Binx in her heels. Binx tucks her fingers between the lower buttons of Kendall's shirt and her fingers dance easily across Kendall's toned stomach. She brings her lips to Kendall's and Kendall accepts her mouth. Eagerly. Shamelessly. Selfishly.

She pulls away and smiles wickedly at Kendall. "I've decided that tonight you won't be working,"

Kendall cocks her head in her direction. "Are you calling me a work crank?"

Binx keeps her eyes fixed on Kendall's as she twirls them around and hops onto the brunette's desk, her legs wrap around Kendall's waist tightly. Binx's eyes are still on her, those perfect dark brown eyes, as she lowers her hand to Kendall's belt and begins to unbuckle it. But a glimpse over Binx's shoulder to the photos on her desk pulls Kendall out of the moment. It's wrong.

"This isn't right," Kendall says as she tries to pull away.

She fumbles with her belt and tries to push the want for Binx to the back of her head. This can't happen, not here and not now.

"We can put them away sweetheart, it's not a big deal to me."

Kendall looks at her unconvincingly. "It's not about putting them away Binx, they are actual crime scene photos. The woman in that photo is dead for fuck sake."

She pulls away fully and runs her hand through her hair. It's the first time she's said no to Binx and she's unsure if she's going to regret it or not.

The crowds in the city had thinned now that rush hour had come and gone, the air was cold, but Walnut Street bustled with energy. Restaurants and shops were open late and were busy. Packs of teenagers in varying styles – some with tattoos and piercings everywhere and some with none – dotted themselves across the sidewalks, forcing Kendall and Gigi to walk around them.

They walked in step, side by side. Kendall was hyper aware every time Gigi's hand brushed against her own or when the blonde was haphazardly bumped into her. She wanted to grab Gigi's hand to direct her in the path offering least resistance. That was the excuse anyway.