Case Closed

Complicated(1)

Authors P.O.V.

"Don't move or i'll shoot you."

   Peony threatened as she fixed the gun on Patrick, a criminal her branch had been chasing for years. Peony had never shot anyone before, but if she needed to she'd been trained to do so. Uh, where's John.

"We both know you're not going to shoot me."

"Try me, take another step, I promise i'll pull the trigger."

   Peony's words were laced with confidence, reassuring her threat. Of course she didn't want to shoot Patrick, but the decision was no longer hers, she'd given Patrick the power to choose her next move. Besides for him, death would be mercy. Patrick smiled. He's going to do it, he's going to take another step. Wow, when was last time this guy brushed his teeth? Where's John, he's never late. I guess you never say never right?

Peony's P.OV.

   Patrick stepped forward, and the second his right foot hit the cement I pulled the trigger. Even with the noise pollution eminating from the city, it wasn't enough to even tint that coming from the gun shot. Before lifting my finger from the trigger, John jumped in front of Patrick and the bullet penetrated the right side of his chest. Two agents in black suits oh gosh this looks so cliché, rushed in through the door and planted a dart in Patrick's back, he passed out.

"John!"

   I rushed to his side and began to examine where I thought the bullet had hit. There was no blood but there was a hole letting me know that the bullet did hit him. I ripped his shirt open, and some of the buttons started to run away. I think maybe this is just a blessing in disguise, I mean who doesn't want to see John shirtless. Okay come Peony hold it together, he could be seriously hurt. I was relieved to see that he was wearing a protective vest. I zipped down the vest revealing a wound from the bullet, but more importantly a set of abs. I wonder if moments like this make me superficial? John opened hs eyes.

"I thought we were on the same team why'd you shoot me?"

   His voice was a bit weak. He's still hot.

"You were late."

"How bad is it?"

"Not that bad."

"The wound or my abs?"

   No the wound is no that bad, your abs are... Peony snap out of it, be professional, right now he's your partner and you're his, so stop getting all weak on me. I ignored the question and stood up, extending my hand to John in an attempt to help him up.

"Nah, I can't trust you anymore, you shot me."

"Shouldn't have been late John."

   John stood on his own. Charles, the head of the branch, walked through the doors once everything was secure. As usual, a few agents followed him closely. He was dressed his his usual attire, a black suit that complimented his caramel skin, black dress shoes and his black earpiece. His eyes were a bold shade of blue, one that brought a lot of attention to his face. They always seemed to be watching you, me, everyone really, but Peony and John had become used to it having been with the agency for nearly ten years each.

"Agents 24, and 26, good work, you're  dismissed."

   We bowed our heads as a sign of respect. I honestly have no idea why we bow our heads but everyone else seemed to do it including all of the other agents. Plus the other agents were already saying that Charles harbored a sense of favoritism for john and I so.... John and I left the scene.

"Back to H.Q. we go."

   John sounded disappointed.

"Did you want to go somewhere other than headquarters?"

"Anywhere other than back there, I need a brake."

"You know we can't."

"I know."

   Could he do something with his shirt he's making my eyes wonder and then I won't be abel to focus...  John handed me the keys and I opened the door for him so he wouldn't have to strain his shoulder, even though it was hardly a wound at all. We drove in silence and it was the most uncomfortable I've ever been around John in a long time.

"What, are you mad at me?"

"Nah."

"Then why are we drowning in awkward silence."

"Why do you say its awkward?"

"It's you Peony, sometimes you just make things awkward."

"What if I have nothing to say?"

"No, you do. That's part of the reason its so awkward."

"What about you, you have nothing to say to me?"

"Guess we'll just sit in the awkward silence then."

   His answer was bit delayed.

   What was that all about? We drove the rest of the way without any of us saying anything at all. When we got back to headquarters we went to the infirmary. As partners if one of us gets hurt out in the feild the other partner is supposed to take care of the wound. Charles says that it's practice just incase we ever need to give anyone immediate care.

   John sat up on the exam table and I got out the rubbing alcohol, cotton sobs, and a bandage from the cabinets. He took off his shirt and the vest and when I turned around he was shirtless. Honestly, I should be used to this by now. I placed the supplies down on the table and began to assist the wound. I cleaned it up so that no dirt was in the cut and then placed the band-aid on it.

"How's that?"

"Perfect."

  I put all of the materials back in the cabinets and threw away the wrapper from the bandage and the used cotton swobs. John was still sitting on the table.

"You know you can leave, right?"

"I know, but I like being here with you, and there's something I'm supposed to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Uhhh-"

"John spit it out!"

"Patrick is your biological father."

"No."

"What do you mean no, you can't pick your parents."

"No, because if he's my father and he's alive, he started that fire."

"Peony."

"No."

   I slammed the cabinet shut and went back to my room, I was glad that John didn't follow me. There's no way Patrick is my biological father. Its him after all these years, now i'm finally forced to confront him. The thought of him makes me scared, vulnerable, insecure. I'm scared that once John sees that part of me he might not like me. I'm not even sure if he likes me now.