The Subject

CH3

The next morning, Sully awoke at around 10am next to Dean. Once she realized what time it was, she began to panic. Fitz would be home in an hour and he didn't need to know that Sully slept with their subject. "Dean." She whispered, shaking him. "Huh?" His eyes opened and he looked around. "What? Where am I?" He sits up and rubs his eyes. "Oh. Here I am." He smiles and kisses her. Sully smiles and kisses back. "I have to go to work." She lied to get him out of her apartment. "Oh, okay." He gets up and struggles to get back into his clothes. She does the same, but in new clothes. She seemed to be in a hurry, so Dean hurried also. "Okay, I'll talk to you later. Bye!" Dean said and left quickly, still amazed by the night they spent together. Sully got dressed and prepared as quickly as she could. Sooner rather than later, Fitz returned to the apartment without seeing Dean. "Did it go well?" He asks after greeting her. "Yes." She nodded as she started to clean the spaghetti from last night.
Sully fell quiet as she cleaned, not knowing what to say about last night. She  prayed that he wouldn't ask any more questions, but she knew he would anyways. "So it was successful?" Fitz asked the same question a different way. "Yes, Aaron." Sully stopped cleaning to speak sternly to her partner. Fitz didnt like it when she called him by his first name. His first name was only for people who can fire him or for his mother. When anyone other than his boss or mother called him Aaron, he would get really awkward. It was painful for him. Fitz didnt reply to Sully and walked away to let her continue cleaning.
Once Sully finished cleaning and was satisfied with how the kitchen looked, she returned to her room. She checked her phone to see that Dean sent her a nice text thanking her for the "fabulous spaghetti and amazing night in bed (;"

She couldn't help but smile at the text.
Oh, oh no. Oh no, oh no. This couldn't be. She was catching feelings for him. "Fucking shit." She whispered once she realized this. She needed to stop talking to him. She needed to test on someone else, not him. But she couldn't stop the test on him! It had already begun! She had already dashed the drugs into his food, he'd already gotten it into his system. The first round went well, but she wasn't supposed to sleep with him! That just makes everything complicated and difficult. God, she was such a stupid girl. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." She thought to herself, her self-esteem plummeting towards hell.

A few hours after simmering in her self-hatred, Sully decides to pull herself out and leave the apartment. She needed some sort of distraction, so she decided to go grab some food at the deli downtown and feed the bread to the ducks in the park.
Once she made it to the park with a pre-made sandwich, she sits on the ledge by the lake. She gets comfortable in the shade and pulls out one of her favorite books to read. Ducks crowded around her in the lake as she tossed pieces of bread into the water after she'd eaten her portion. Her phone dings, signaling that she got a text. Once she checked her phone, she saw that she had two texts. One from Dean, the other from Fitz. Fitz had texted her saying "where r u?"
The other from Dean saying "I'd love to see you again. When are you free?"
Sully sighs and answers them both. "I'm coming home." She texted Fitz, dodging his parental question.
"I'm free this Friday." She replied to Dean.
She put her phone and book back in her bag, stood, and threw her trash away. She left the park and began to make her way home. She walked along the sidewalks of downtown Oklahoma City, thinking about Dean and Fitz, wondering about what she was going to do about them. Before she could realize what was going on, a car flew by her, its horn startling her. She found herself in the middle of the street with traffic headed for her. Alarmed, she scrambled to get out of the way. As she ran, another car shot by her, swerving to miss her. She finally made it to the side walk again, her heart beating quickly in her chest. Embarrassed and confused, Sully hurried home. She walked home at an uncomfortably quick pace.

Finally, she made it through the door of her apartment. "That was quick." Fitz says from the couch. He had a newspaper in front of him and a cup of coffee on the table. "Yeah," Sully tried to cover her panting. "Are you alright?" He asks, seeming concerned. "I'm fine." She said and walked away to her room.