Undercover

Part Two

"There has to be a reason, he wouldn't just pull you out for no reason, Andrew." Morgan grabs the pint of ice cream away from me, shoveling a good-sized spoonful of mint chocolate chip into her mouth. I shake my head, still fuming from earlier.

"He's a fucking idiot, Morgan, I was—"

"So close, I know, you've told me."

"This isn't a joke! And, don't take his side?" I grab the ice cream away from her, beginning to eat at it aggressively.

"Don't you have physicals coming up?" She arches her eyebrow, and I nearly spit the ice cream back into the bin.

"Shit, yes, I do. You're right, thank you." I hand her the pint and place my spoon in the sink, washing it immediately.

"What are friends for?"

"Man, the look on Chief Patterson's face tomorrow..." I bite my lip, already worrying about what I was going to say. I'd never forgive Garrett for blowing this op, ever.

"Oh my God, move on already, the op was a bust, you'll catch the guy some other way." Morgan rolls her eyes, placing the lid back on the pint. "Can I stay here tonight? It's already super late and I don't want to drive."

"I don't care, just make sure you clean up your mess." We were best friends, I could talk to her this way, she laughs and nods her head.

"God, you and your OCD is out of control, take a Xanax and call it a night before I strangle you, please."

She was right, I did need to calm down, I fill a glass with water and drink it slowly, this always helped. I wash it immediately along with our spoons and place them in the drying rack.

"Do you really think he had a reason for pulling me out?"

"Contrary to what you believe?? Yes. Yes, I do, just because you think he's evil doesn't mean he is. Garrett is good at what he does, you don't have to agree, but that's fact."

"Well, all I can say is that he better have a good reason tomorrow. I'm not going down for this bust, that's all on him... I mean, Morgan, I was so close." She rolls her eyes,

"Oh my God, ENOUGH ANDREW." She's yelling and it's not the first time she'd yelled at me, I mean, I could be a bit neurotic at times, "Please, for the love of God, go to bed."

**

"Siwicki, Watts, my office. Now."

I hadn't made eye contact with Garrett at all today, granted we'd only both been in the building for a good five minutes, but still. We stand from our desks and for once we aren't competing to see who'd get there first.

"Shut the door." I do as I'm told, and close it lightly, as if not to set Patterson off right away.

"Watts, good call pulling Siwicki out last night, we ran tests on the drink he was offered, you were right, it was dosed with a heavy amount of scopolamine, one of the most dangerous drugs out there. One sip of that drink and you'd be out for days."

Oh shit. For the first time, ever, I was the biggest idiot in the room. I watch out of the corner of my eye as Garrett nods his head,

"Maybe you can explain exactly how important me pulling him was to this operation. Or maybe you can discuss with him the importance of communication, via ear comms. Either way, he put his life at risk for no reason, and I'm not working with him. I'm done." Slamming the door behind him, Patterson looks up at me, eyes wide.

"Did I miss something?"

"No, no sir." I stutter, feeling like an ass for yelling at Garrett. He'd saved my life, and I'd acted like a complete and utter moron, "I'll go talk to him."