One-Shot Collection - Keanu Reeves.

- 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙐𝙩𝙖𝙝 -

   

  "You are in deep shit, Utah" Ben harp mutters from across the room.

     I stand in the opposite corner of the room, my hands crossed against my chest. Johnny's back is faced to me, his jean monochrome outfit staring back at me. His hands are stuffed in his pocket. "Sir" Johnny starts. Harp waves him off, sighing in disappointment. "First, you assist those ass-hats in robbing a bank and murdering three locals. Then, you resist arrest, escaping to some airport to try and track the ex-presidents down. THEN, you go missing, ending up in some dried up desert with one of the ex-presidents dead, a chick in her underwear hanging around your chest, and Bodhi nowhere in sight. You end up in- where was it? Australia?- who fucking cares, you track him down at a beach, and then instead of arresting him you let him kill himself?" Harp sternly shouts, throwing the case file on the table across from Johnny. Harp crosses his arms, looking at Johnny with eyes of a mad man. If Harp could, he would have already shot Johnny dead with anger. Fortunately, he hasn't.

     Johnny shifts his stance in defense, staying silent. "Tell me Johnny Utah, why the fuck do you think I should let you keep your job?" Harp adds. I stand up straight from my leaning stance against the wall. I can still hear the waves lapping the sand as Johnny watched Bodhi surf farther and farther into the big waves. I walk up to the table, my heart racing at the anger that radiates off Harp. "Harp" I say loudly. He switches his stern look from Johnny to me. "You've got nothing to say here! In fact, you are probably in just as much shit as this asshole beside you. You just stood there and watched Bodhi escape too, and you didn't do anything." he says coldly. I'm taking off guard, my eyebrows quickly furrowing. "Don't speak to her like that" Johnny says, returning the coldness. "Harp, what would you have done in the situation? You know that there would have been a conflict if Bodhi let Johnny put him in handcuffs. It was easier that he did what he did. And now he's dead, so there's no risk of anymore people dying, and plus, it closed the case" I spit, anger bubbling in my stomach. My eyes meet Johnny's, his eyes filled with pure rage and coldness. A few healing cuts and bruises scatter his face, making him in rough shape.

     Harp comes around the table, closing in the space between us. I can smell his coffee breath against my face, hands gathering sweat. "Listen little girl, I know you want to be some power role here, but it's not the time. Go back to your fucking corner and stand there quietly, or god help me pack your desk up and get the fuck off my private investigation team" he rants. I can feel tiny specs of spit hit my face. I wipe them quickly, stepping back and putting space between us. "Harp, step the fuck back" Johnny says, sliding a hand between us. I want to kill this old man, I want to wrap my hands around his fucking throat so that he can't tell me how to do my job ever again. Harp turns towards Johnny, stepping close to him just as he did to me.  It's funny because he thinks him getting up in our faces intimidates us, when in reality he stands at 5'5 and would blend in with a pack of smurfs. "You're fired" he mutters Into Johnny's face. A look rises on his face, the words balling up in his mouth and ready to go off at Harp. I put my hand on Harps shoulder, spinning the short man towards me.

     "Ben Harp, if you fire him, I'm leaving too. And you've had too many people being fired recently to not only loose one person, but two. One more person gone and the team gets shut down, so choose your cards fucking wisely" I sternly say. I can feel my body heat up in anger, holding myself back from punching Harp in his face. Harps face goes blank, searching my eyes. He shrugs from my grip on his shoulder, dusting himself off. I look at Johnny, a small smirk turning on his lips. Johnny is so fucking lucky that I'm saving his ass. Harp moves back to the other side of the table, looking outside the window. "You're a joke Utah" Harp sighs. I rub my nose bridge, taking a deep breath. "Ben, you and I both know that deep down you are happy that the case was closed. You may not be happy with the way it closed, but you're happy that I was there to close it. You knew nobody else could do it but me" Johnny says, fully speaking up. That's actually kind of true.

     Harp spins around, a new fire burning in his eyes. "Happy?! You know what would make me happy Utah? If bodhi was still alive and rotting in prison with a sentence for life!" he attacks. Johnny chuckles in anger, shaking his head in disbelief. The bubbling anger in my stomach rises to my throat, my body begging for one punch at the short man. This time it's Johnny's turn to get close, walking up to Harp so that he's against the wall. "You know, you just know, that if I walked on the case, there would have been at least 10 more robberies and the case would still be open. Be thankful you ungrateful fuck" Johnny lashes. Pure terror washes over Harp, his mouth hanging open a little. Johnny backs away heading for the office door. He grasps the door handle, turning around one last time. "We are done here. See you at work tomorrow" he says with a sarcastic smile, turning around and leaving. I look at Harp, shaking my head in disbelief. I follow Johnny out the door, trying to track him.

     I spot him at the end of the hall, eyes closed and trying to breathe. I jog down the hall, my long brown hair flowing past me. I stop a few feet in front of him. His eyes crack open, starring at me. I try to search for something to say, pulling up nothing. A long silence sits between us as we lock eyes. "Thank you" he mumbles, smiling. I nod my head, dropping it a little in awkwardness. I cross my arms "It's nothing, really. I'm often working in the office so I'm used to his...hothead ways" I add. He scans me up and down, studying me. He presses the elevator button, waiting for the doors to open. His gaze shifts the floor, adding another long silence between us. The elevator dings and the doors open, Johnny getting inside.  He turns around, looking at me one last time.

     "Thanks for saving my job" he adds, the elevator doors closing.

     I search for a response, my cheeks turning pink in a silent answer. The doors close before I can respond, my last look of him now gone.

     "No problem" I whisper to myself.