Love Bites

Chapter 4

Sav's POV

Sav arrived in the office and headed to the desk. The receptionist had called him in the morning, asking to come and grab his tickets that he forgot in his theatrical exit the day before. He hadn't slept well, and scratched his swollen eyes due to his lack of sleep.

The man at the reception went to him: "The office is open, you can go." He nodded and left the hall.

Entering, he noticed the white paper on the desk. He turned around and pulled the huge chair. He had had an idea this night. He sat, took the first blank paper he saw and a pen. He removed the hood. He was about to start but stopped. All of this hatred, he knew deep inside it wasn't towards her, but the idea of...

Every time he looked at her, his heart sank in his chest and floods of memories came back to his mind. The first time he saw his manager's niece, he felt.... Never mind.

It was just too painful. His heart was still bleeding, and it was too much. He was being awful with y/n, he knew it. But the young investigator was still there.

He gulped.

Nothing serious could happen, uh? She would just be assigned to another case. Or being given some holidays.

He took a deep breath, putting all – maybe too much – of his emotions away and wrote the Police Chief's name that he looked in the telephone directory earlier in the upper corner of the paper, followed by introductory politeness formulas.

y/n y/l/n, one of your agents, has been chosen to work with us. Due to mutual difficulties to work together, is it possible to give ma'am y/l/n another case and discuss finding someone else for this job?

He added other politeness formulas and ended. He signed his name, and by the corner of his eye saw Frank's official tampon. He hesitated two seconds, then grabbed it and pressed it quickly on the paper, like if an alarm would ring if he kept it in his hand longer.

He got up and took the elevator, feeling weird.

When he got out of the building, he glanced at his watch. The police station was two streets away; he could go there, give the letter, then grab a taxi to go to the station to leave for the Netherlands. The low sun blinded him. He passed his hands on his pockets to feel his sunglasses, and cursed to the forgetting. He made some steps, and what happened next was so fast that when he opened his eyes, he was on the ground, feeling a weight on him. He took support on his elbows and glanced around; people were gathering around him, speaking loudly. The sudden heap made shadow; he turned his head to look at what was on him. "Oh my fu-"

Her. Again.

She was literally on him. He watched her straightening and lifting her head. He blinked, still not getting why she was on him. Some seconds passed where they just stayed like that, eyeing each other. She then extended a hand on the side to take support; but a yelp escaped her mouth. Sav looked at where her hand was: she had put it in glass fragments. He frowned; why was there glass on the sidewalk? She still moved and went to her knees. She palmed her coat and took sunglasses from a pocket, to put them on him. "Better not getting recognized." He was about to say something when she stopped him; "Don't thank me."

Sav frowned. Thank her?

She went to her feet and made movements towards people. "Move please! Nothing to see there. It was an exercise." Sav saw her scrub her cut hand, but smile to the crowd. Some people pouted, and in a matter of minutes, no one was there anymore. She turned and eyed the bassist, still sprawled on the ground like he was taking a sunbath. She then pointed at the door made of windows of the building. A little whole was in it, and the glass around was cracked; some parts were glassless. It suddenly hit him. Oh.