Chapter 3: He got it.

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BISHOP'S POV:

In the car, I just wanted Nick to stop looking at me with his eyes full of questions.

"So, why are we going back to the Navy Yard?" He asked still driving.
"I need to talk to Sloane." I answered annoyed.
"And it couldn't wait until we all came back together?"
"No it can't, drop it."

He pulled the car in the middle of nowhere, got down of the car and walked to reach me.

"What are you doing?!" I said almost screaming.
"Get down of the car Ellie. Get down and talk to me."
"What- No! I'm not getting down and you are gonna get back to your seat and drive."

TORRES' POV:

"No, Ellie talk to me. What happened last night? Why did you take drugs? How did those pictures ended up on instagram? What happ-"
"Nothing happened okay!? I didn't take drugs. So now get back in the car! Please... I just want to talk to Sloane..."
"You didn't took- then why did you told me you were under drugs influence?"
"I DIDN'T TOOK THEM! Drive, please!"
"Who?"
"Drop it Torres."
"Who gave you the drugs? Did he put them on your drink?"
"Drop it." Her voice was getting weaker and weaker.
"Ellie, look at me." She was almost crying.
"Just drive." She said with an heartbreaking voice and looking back at the window.
"Okay..." I droped it because I knew this was hurting her.

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