Kirstin Maldonado & Alexander Conkling

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"How are you, Kirst?"

"Great. Is their a body?"

"No, but I do need you to come in early today. Lots of paperwork."

"My favorite."

"Are you okay? You sound sick."

"Yep. I'm just.. tired."

"Right. I'm not convinced, but I'll pretend like I don't hear pain in your voice. You forget I used to be a field agent."

"Yeah. What time?"

"Like, half an hour?"

"Give me an hour and a half?"

"I guess.."

"Thanks, see you."

"Kirst?"

"Yeah?"

"If you ever need to talk to me, I'm here for whatever is wrong right now."

"Maybe in the future. Thanks, Esther."

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I scramble to get to the shower, eager to wipe his touch off of me.

I mean, he's obviously hit me before, but never this bad.

Last night was terrible.

Nope.

My thoughts can't go back there.

Instead, I jump in.

Jeremy already left for work, which is unusual. Maybe he has a new artist or something.

After the much needed shower, I head to clothes. I avoid myself in the mirror as much as possible.

I don't want to see the marks.

I know they're bad. They've never felt this bad before.

Instead, I get dressed.

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"Hello, guys," I say, walking into the guys' cubicles.

"What's up?" Avi asks.

"What do you mean 'What's up'?"

"You were an hour and a half late."

"I had to get ready."

"You never take long to get ready when you're called in early otherwise."

"I was busy."

"What were you busy with?"

"I wasn't busy!" I snap at Avi.

"Then why were you late?"

"Avriel Kaplan! I suggest you shut your trap before you are stuck on doing all of our paperwork and we go home!"

"Geez," Mitch mutters.

"Mitchell!"

"Sorry, Kirst. I brought coffee," he says weakly.

I grab it from him and walk into my office.

After a few hours of doing the promised paperwork, Esther walks into my office.

"Surprise. Hostage."

"Excuse me?"

"A bank robber is holding all the staff and people inside the bank hostage."

"Over achiever."

"The bank literally opened an hour ago."

"Well then. Anyone dead yet?" I ask, finally looking up from my computer.

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