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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 - the gossip girl
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𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 earlier than usual the next morning, most likely because of the amount of sleep she had the previous day.
Her eyes stayed shut, not willing to burn out her retinas from the sunlight just yet. Her brows furrowed as she registered the heat radiating from beside her. Her hand splayed out, feeling a fabric that certainly didn't belong to the bed or its sheets.
With a small exhale of air, she opened her eyes and slowly she registered the murky green material that was beneath her head and hand. Apparently at some point through the night both she and Matthew had shifted closer together; her head was resting on the man's chest alongside one of her hands that was clutching at the sweater he wore.
One of Matthew's arms was wrapped around her, keeping her close and their legs were in a tangled mess. She stayed silent and still, it didn't bother her at all, in fact, she was rather warm and comfortable.
Her head did twitch however when she heard voices that filtered in from outside the building and they definitely were not voices she had heard whilst staying in the apartment at all.
"Alpha Team on approach."
"Matt?" Olivia whispered as she tapped on his chest, pushing herself to sit up.
Matthew groaned as his eyes opened, he was still aching from the past couple of days and the moment Olivia had moved, the lack of heat had woken him. "What?"
"Listen."
Matt did as the woman said, he pushed himself up as his head tilted to the side as he focused his hearing.
"FBI. Get back in your apartment and close the door."
"We have to go," he muttered as he silently jumped out of the bed and threw Olivia her jacket which she promptly caught and slid on without hesitation before slipping on her shoes.
She quickly met Matt at the window he had opened; the pair of them climbing out as quietly as possible. Olivia pushed off of the fire escape they had landed on and latched onto the top of the building, she pulled herself up and leaned over, reaching down to grab Matt's hand before pulling him up.
"Stack up. Breach." The man on the other side of Matt's apartment door commanded and within a second the front door had been smashed open, at least five members of the FBI filing inside.
