The Girl Behind The Screen

Chapter Twenty Nine: Home is where the heart is

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Song Suggestion: Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande

Dave's whole expression darkened. It was as if the sanity switch flipped. My observant eyes did not miss how he was slowly reaching for the weapon he hid under the table. His hand resting on the spot waiting for the perfect opportunity.

I leaned on the counter, my fist tapping against the wooden counter. To the ordinary ear it would be mindless tapping, but to the trained - it was survival.

Take the hostess, I got him

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Jake and I stared at the unconscious bodies with shock. "I've... I've never killed someone before," I thought out loud.

Jake placed a hand on my shoulder, "Relax Kensi, it's alright. We have to go now, it's time to leave," he told me in a soothing voice.

The plane had landed and we grabbed our duffel bags and power walked. Jake and I headed straight for the male and female rest rooms. It took us about seven minutes but we changed into different clothes and now wore a pair of sunglasses and a cap. We met at the restroom entrance and started to power walk to the car. Jake said they'd be one on the second level of parking.

We walked as if we hadn't just killed someone. I will never forget what just happened. I'm still trying to process it.

We reached the car, Jake knew what it looked like. We loaded our duffel bags into the trunk and Jake got into the drivers seat and I sat in the passenger seat.

I don't know what's the plan now. We're back in New York and it's seven pm.

"Okay so we're just going to go to the safe house before I drop you off at your house because there's something you need to see," Jake informed me. I simply nodded and he drove away. Butterflies started twisting in my stomach - something I need to see? Good or bad? Uplifting or devastating?

After what seemed like ten minutes we reached a simply single story house. Jake took out his duffle bag, I didn't need to take out mine since I wasn't going to stay here - and we entered the house. Jake placed his bag at the entrance and I still had my backpack with my essentials on my back - was not going to risk having it stolen. Jake took out his computer and we sat on the couch. My eyes intently staring at the screen.

As Jake was about to run the program he developed my phone beeped.

Unknown: Someone's been a very naughty girl - 😼

What the actual hell.

"Jake!" I whisper screamed, my shock paralyzing me. He was shot out of his technology induced daze and looked at my phone screen. His eyes widened.

"Trace it!" I hissed.

Immediately he began to rapidly type on his laptop. Please, find an address.

Exactly one minute later... yes my internal clock is perfect.

"Kensi-" Jake said, he was trying to mask the worry in his voice but I spotted it.

"-the address has been traced, to your house."

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