I opened my eyes slowly, aware of the pounding headache I had. I was lying on the couch in my apartment. I sat up slowly, careful to not hurt my stomach. I took in my surroundings. Noah and Rousseau were sitting across from each other, locked in some kind of intense stare down.
"What happened?" I asked. "How did I get here?"
"You passed out at work," Rousseau answered before Noah could speak. "I drove you here."
"That reporter...?" My brain was struggling to piece together the experience.
"She's not going to bother you again." Noah joined me on the couch. "How're you feeling?"
"I have a hell of a headache," I admitted.
"I'll get you one of your pain meds," Noah said, heading into the kitchen, leaving Rousseau and I alone in the living room.
"You two are really good together," Rousseau said.
My heart jumped into my throat. "We're not together, Rousseau. You know that."
"When I bring to to your apartment, he answers the door. What was I supposed to think?"
"That I'm supposed to be taking care of him until he recovers from nearly being killed."
Noah returned from the kitchen. "Here." He handed me a glass of water and one of my pills.
"Thanks." I hated the painkillers because they made my mind a bit foggy, but they helped with the pain in a way that regular aspirin couldn't. A few minutes after I took the pills, I was feeling a lot better. "Thanks for everything, Rousseau."
"Call me Corbin," he said, grinning. "I should get back to work."
"Okay. See you," I said, making a point to not say his name.
After Rousseau left, Noah visibly relaxed. He took a deep breath. He seemed like he was deep in thought.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "You hate him that much, huh?"
"He's an annoying prick." Noah frowned. "I know you think so."
"Of course I do, but we're working on a case together. Plus, he saved my ass back there from that reporter." I pulled my knees up to my chest.
"Technically, you passing out saved your ass from that reporter," Noah said. "You're working on a case together?"
"Yeah. Why else would I associate myself with him?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Noah shrugged. "He told me that you two had just turned over a new leaf."
"I mean, we technically did, but it was forced because Chief Redfern wants me to kill myself," I said, shrugging too.
Noah snorted. "I'm glad I'm not the only one who hates him."
I frowned. "I don't hate him."
Noah looked confused. "He's such a dick to you though."
"I know. But I don't hate him," I repeated. "I really can't afford to hate him right now."
"Because you're working on a case together." It was a statement, not a question.
I shrugged, shaking my head. "You know how it is. You're an FBI agent."
"Yeah," Noah grunted, standing up. "Do you want something to eat?" I nodded. "Pizza?"
"Sure. I'll call in to that place a few blocks from here. What do you want?" Noah asked, dialing the number for Pizza Rollio, the place across the street.
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The Anatomy of Killer
Fiksi Umum"You know how they say that the shot heard around the world was the one that started the Revolutionary War? Yeah, well they were wrong. It was the shot fired directly at my chest by a man that I thought was my friend" I was given a second chance at...
