Alicia's POV
'Do you have the time, to listen to me whine?
About nothing and everything all at once?
I'm one of those-'
"Alicia, for fuck's sake, turn off your alarm!!!" Charlie and Dan groaned as I rolled my eyes, pressing the button that silenced my phone.
"Stop complaining!" I huffed, throwing a pillow at each of their heads. "You wanted to get up early!"
"Not at six thirty in the morning!" the older detective rubbed his eyes, putting on his glasses.
"Well, you're up now," I smirked. "Plus, you wake up earlier than this every day in London."
"Piss off!" he hissed at me, his messy hair bobbing around. "Do you know how awkward it is to sleep beside your colleague?"
"Please, it's not that bad, I once slept in the same bed as Morgan," I confessed.
"Fuck off!" Charlie sprung up, throwing his pillow at my face. "At least Morgan doesn't attempt to hug you in his sleep!" the rookie shot a glance at Dan, who blushed red with embarrassment.
"I know," I giggled, finding the picture that I took last night, shoving it in their faces.
Dan and Charlie's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, jaws dropped at the picture that was saved to my camera roll. At about midnight, I was scrolling through Instagram, and I found a picture of Kyle and Morgan tiredly doing an autopsy on the latest murder victim, captioned with the words "wish that a girl was here to help get through this mess", making me smile. I looked beside me to show my detective colleagues, only to discover that both were sound asleep, exhausted from all the travelling. The only thing was, the twenty-nine year old had his arms wrapped around the rookie from behind, both of their faces straight with no emotion. So, for the purposes of blackmail, I snapped a quick picture, sending a copy to Kyle and Morgan. I enjoyed seeing Dan and Charlie's embarrassed faces staring at the picture.
"DUDE DELETE THAT PICTURE IMMEDIATELY!!!" they lunged at me, too slow for my reflexes as I shot up from my bed, feeling the cold tiles under my feet as I rushed into the bathroom, locking the door before the two men could get their hands on me.
"Too late! I already posted it on Instagram!" I cackled, hearing the detectives cry out with their pleads.
"Can you open the door?" they begged.
"Nah, I'm gonna take a shower," I laughed, listening to the frantic twisting and turning of the door knob.
"Fuck you!" they yelled, giving up. 'Boys,' I rolled my eyes.
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My hand pulled the shower curtain, throwing it to the side as I stepped out of the bathtub, realizing that I had left my backpack in the doorway. A heavy sigh left my lips as I felt the water drip to the towel mat on the floor, taking a small towel to wrap my hair. 'Goddamn it.' I frustratedly grabbed another larger one, giving a quick dry to my body before using the soft white cloth to wrap around me from the chest down. 'Maybe I should warn the guys first...' I decided, opening the door slightly to give a quick shout out. After all, they didn't need Kyle to tease them again after I exposed them on Instagram.
"Guys!?"
"Yeah?!" both replied in unison.
"I'm coming out, so don't look because I only have a towel around me!" I warned, hearing tons of shuffling happen after.
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Blame: Book 2- Tick Tock (The Sequel to Book 1)
Mistero / Thriller(READ "BLAME: BOOK 1" TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS SEQUEL.) It's been a year since the Nightmare Murders, and Woody is still bedridden, trapped within the grasp of a coma. Meanwhile, Dan's leg had healed, and he was getting his career back on track aft...
