killer, gbd (EDITING)

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CURRENTLY EDITING WITH PLOT MODIFICATIONS

When we got back to headquarters I took Grayson straight to the on site doctors. He fought it, so I went to the head nurse and told her about what had happened. They got him in within the hour.

So while Grayson was away, I went to Joey's office, he had been expecting me.

"Darling," He says when I walk in. His arms raise and open, causing my brows to stitch together. "I heard about what happened." He feigns sadness, but has a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I stop, not willing to walk into his arms, but instead of reading my message, he closes the distance between us. My arms are stuck to my side as he hugs me, my shoulders strung up. He sighs into my hair before letting me go.

"How are you?" He asks, opening his hand to his desk. I suck in a breath and sit down in one of the chairs. Joey cocks a hip against his desk and crosses his sweater covered arms over his chest.

"I'm okay," I nod, letting my cheek fall onto my fist. "Grayson is in the hospital wing getting checked out, so I'll be better when he is cleared." Joey nods, but his eyes thin.

"Well I wish him a speedy recovery because we already have the next location set," He smiles, tilting his head as he studies my face. My lips part, brows perking up.

"So fast? What'd you find?" I ask, raising my head from my hand. Joey laughs through closed lips and twists to grab a file from his desk.

"It's the fucking lair," He hands me the file, but I keep it closed on my lap and let him continue. "They have a cover company, and they sell weapons for warfare." I open the folder across my lap.

There are several faces, trying my best to store them away in my memory. "Did the hostage tell you all of this?" I ask, looking up at him for a moment.

Joey rolls his eyes and lets out a dramatic sigh, which leaves a sour taste in my mouth. "Yes, it took quite a bit of nagging," He nods, one of his fair brows raised in a tight arch.

"But he gave you everything you needed?" I ask, raising my brows. He nods and rubs his upper lip.

"Yes," His eyes flick between mine, reading me.

"Then he should be rewarded, in whatever form that may take," I raise my chin to look at him squarely. His lips part, his eyes growing narrow with judgement.

"He helped kill Ken and Susan! He tried to kill you," His words are a knife to my stomach and I swallow hard.

"I didn't say he should be treated like a hero," I take a deep breath before being able to meet his eyes again. "Where is he?" I ask.

"Interrogation room?" One of his shoulders raises in a shrug, as if it were obvious.

"He's still there?" I ask, letting the folder flip shut. Joey's features twist as if I've said something outrageous.

"Of course he's still there! Where else would you propose we keep him!" Joey laughs without any humor in his face.

"He's gone mad Joey and being locked in a fucking metal box definitely isn't helping!" Now I laugh, standing to be eye level with Joey. "I want to see him." Joey lets his head fall to a tilt. Smiling, his eyes trace my lips and cheeks.

"Why the fuck would I let you do that?" He asks, his eyes slowly dragging up to mine. They're hooded and darker than their usual perky state. My lip curls in distaste.

"Because I'm asking to, and there is no viable reason for you to stop me," I study his eyes as I map out the location of the interrogation room. I can remember going there, so I have to be able to find it somehow, with or without his help.