She was not going to cry. Juliet O'Hara was not going to cry over some piss ass jerk-face partner. Partner my ass. Partner's were not supposed make the other a scapegoat to save their own ugly butts. It had hurt. God, how could he do that? Benjamin Allen was supposed to be her partner. Heck! They were more than that. She trusted him. She never expected that from him.
Where had she gone wrong?
She was too trusting. Her brother always warned her about that and now it had come to bite her right in the—.
Well in any case she paid for it all right. At least she knew now, never to sleep with your partner.
She still couldn't get the look on her colleagues' faces after he basically blurted out to the whole Miami Precinct that they were a hell of a lot more than just partners and then blamed his own damn screw up on that.
What happened to thinking that she was ready to take on a case by herself? What happened to, oh "wait first before you make an arrest. We just need to make sure it's him."
No apparently, well according to Mr. Benjamin Allen, it had all because she wanted a case and because he couldn't refuse her, based on their status, he accepted.
He wasn't the one who wanted to wait. She was.
He wasn't the one that made homicide-suicide occurred because of being overly cautious. She was.
The man that she had trusted, respected, hell maybe even loved had betrayed her and damn it, it hurt!
But no she was not going to make that happen again. She would start over and get as far away as possible from that Ben and the stupid Miami PD that didn't decide to hear her side.
"All passengers for flight 016 to Santa Barbara, please make your way to gate A6."
Brushing away the water that was just about brimming over her eyes, Juliet got up with a new resolve in her step. This time, she was going to make things work. This time there would be no mistakes.
