crossing lines

part 1

(a/n:) hello! camila/you's are the only thing i can write even though i don't stan her anymore i don't feel comfortable enough w anything else soz, it's been a really long time but enjoy this <3 hopefully it'll be a few chapters, thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy hehe thank you for the love in the time that i was off this site, im here for now so MWAH be kind thank u i love u xoxo


Camila cocks her gun and presses it to her chest for a minute, her breath is heavy and she can spot the light fog in the air when she breathes raggedly. Though she can't stop her breathing she looks up and tries to stifle the noise hoping to not draw too much attention to herself.

There's a clang not too far from where she's stood and she holds her breath, the air is chilly and she's starting to shake. The adrenaline in her system clearly running out and instead panic is evident, she's afraid she'll panic herself into getting caught and it's the last thing she wants or needs.

Camila had always been a perfect planner, she thought this whole thing out from the moment the evacuation sequence happened and the moment she decided she was going to try to live. She wanted to live. But now with a gash so big on her leg that's preventing her from running or walking properly, and people after her in a building she broke into. She's not sure how she's going to plan her way out of this one.

A voice startles her from her thoughts. "Find her."

Not a single beat missing when the next thing she hears are orders to split up and she knows she's done for, she knows she's not going to make it very long. There's scurrying, a group of people are in this building and Camila guesses it's more than just two from the way they move and the amount of voices filling the air ushering orders.

For a moment she allows herself to breathe, wince at her leg and back herself up against the wall again. Sighing, she speaks to herself quietly considering she doesn't actually have anyone around her to help her this time.

"What the hell is happening to you Camila?" She asks herself quietly.

("Come on Camila! You're on in 10 minutes and you're telling me you have nothing? Absolutely nothing?" Ally Hernandez says, a little harsher than she intended.

There's a familiar knot on her forehead that tells Camila that she's pushing it too far. Of course she knew that she had a meeting today to show her most recent ideas on the latest building project they have. The thing is Camila isn't used to buildings, she's used to things more her size like lofts, and small attics and God she could really do with designing something simple right now.

Camila massages her temples, "I do have something. It's just I don't know if they'll like it or not, I've never had to do something like this before."

Something in Ally's expression softens and she makes a small tut sound that Camila isn't really fond of because it makes her feel small. It makes her want to cry, she doesn't want to go into this meeting empty handed and she sure as hell doesn't want to disappoint Ally of all people.

"Do you need help with this Mila? Just ask."

Camila looks up, she thinks if she continues at this rate she'll start crying so she nods her head.

"Please." Comes out her voice, she's afraid it comes out too shaky and quiet, it makes her feel so defenceless. But she's a grown ass woman asking someone else for help, she shouldn't feel like it's so burdening.

Ally's at her side in an instant, looking down at her desk and the sketches and she places her hands on Camila's shoulders.

"It's okay Camila, you'll be okay.")