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Criminal Minds

How in the world?

How the hell did I end up here? The tall police officer walked around the table again. He had been pacing the whole time we've been in here. He had brown hair that was slicked back, he had a goatee that was very clean cut, and he had bright green eyes that shimmered when the light streaking from the shutters hit them, but that darkened to almost black when he got out of the light and that made me shudder. This man is the type of guy that a girl like me should be with, but as usual I go against the grain. I always do opposite of what's expected of me, and though the frustration level in the room has peaked to an all new high, I refuse to talk.

The officer, whom he introduced as Ray, leaned over the table and looked me dead in the eye. His eyes were narrowed dangerously but I didn't even flinch in my white wooden chair. "I'm gonna ask you one more time," Officer Ray said, "If you tell me the truth you can get out of here and we can forget this terrible situation."

I rolled my eyes and Officer Ray groaned in frustration. I won't tell this officer how I ended out here, but I will tell you. It all started when…

"17!" I called out walking into the cabin and throwing my shit down on the couch.

"He's not home," Lorene said. Now Lorene had taken a fancy to my careless twin brother shortly after we had gotten settled into our cabin. Two weeks after I left that platform in the sky I found 17 shooting beer cans with a rifle in the middle of a forest. He was ecstatic to see, telling me that he was awfully lonely in his cabin. I took the second bedroom and my brother couldn't be happier. Still though, 17 stayed out nights at a time, hitting the clubs and coming home drunk or hung over several days later. Then on one of those he brought home Lorene.

"Where did he go, Stan's again?" I asked. Lorene's black eyes narrowed and she glared at me. Stan's was the club 17 frequented, and where Lorene used to dance.

"No, we ran out of milk and he went to the store," Lorene said gritting her teeth. She turned harshly letting her long black hair flip in the air. She was taller than me, but only because she still wore her stripper heels. I was skinnier and scrawnier than she was, and she was also way bustier but that had nothing to do with strength. I could break her in half at the blink of an eye, but I've refrained for my brother's sake.

"Ha! My brother wouldn't be caught dead in a grocery store," I murmured.

"What?" she hissed.

I rolled my eyes and walked up to my room. I was starting to fall into a small nap when I heard a huge commotion going on downstairs and a scream. I rushed downstairs and Lorene almost crashed into me. "18! Please! Help me!" she cried breaking into tears.

"Help you? What the hell's going on?" I asked quite annoyed.

"My old pimp brought his men over here and they're trying to take me away," Lorene explained hysterically, "they've been waiting until 17 was gone."

"Why should I help you? You've been nothing but a thorn in my side since you got here," I said harshly.

"Your brother would be mad at you if you let them take me," Lorene whimpered.

I sighed and rolled my eyes knowing that 17 would be furious and would go off blowing cities up until he found Lorene. I didn't want to give Vegeta or that kid Gohan any reason to kill us so I stepped forward into the living room. "Listen toots, just give us the girl and we'll be out of your hair," the scruffy, ugly man with the cigar said.

"Get the hell out of my house," I snapped.

"We're not leaving until…" he couldn't finish his sentence because my foot connected to his face and he went flying out of the window. The other men pounced and I yawned as I swatted them away like flies. I really don't know my own strength. Next thing I know 17 barges into my room later when I was sleeping and tells me to hide.

"What the hell is going on?" I ask groggily.

"Those men you protected Lorene from," 17 said, "those were not her pimp's men. I killed that bastard a long time ago. Those were undercover FBI agents."

"What!" I exclaimed waking up fully, "what the hell do they want her for?"

"Evidently her pimp wasn't the master mind of the whole drug operation they thought he was," 17 said.

"So what, now the FBI wants me?" I asked.

"Well some of the men you punched died," 17 said, "you punched them too hard! Now every FBI and CIA agent, every single cop, and every single hitman is out looking for you!"

"Shit!" I said, "I mean they pose no threat to me but I can't kill them all! Just give them Lorene!"

"She escaped!" 17 said, "she's your only way out of this sis! If you turn her in, they will grant you clemency!"

"So go find her!" I snapped.

"I will, but you need to go hide," 17 said, "hide with someone you can trust, someone who you know will protect you."

That's how I found myself at Krillin's house. I waited until the old man and the pig he lived with left before I approached the door. I knocked on the door and I heard Krillin say, "what did you forget this time old man?" Then he opened the door and looked like he was about to have a heart attack. "A-a-android 18! What are you doing here?"

"Do you watch the news?" I said.

"No not really," Krillin answered.

"Watch them now and you'll know why I'm here," I said.

"O-o-ok, come in," he said excitedly. At that moment in time I didn't understand what the hell he was so excited about! I followed him to the couch where he invited me to sit and he turned on the TV. A tall man with black hair was there with a grim look on his face and microphone in his hand.

"Latest news, there has been a massacre in a forest near Bellton city!" the reporter said urgently, "ten FBI agents went there to apprehend a wanted criminal, Lorene Hayes, and they were attacked by a freakishly strong blonde woman with icy blue eyes. Not much is known about her but 3 of the agents were killed and the others were severely injured. This is a dangerous woman, and she is wanted all over the world. She is described as 5'7, shoulder length blonde hair, and cat-like icy blue eyes. She's very slender and looks like she's in her twenties. Keep an eye out and call 911 if anything emerges."

Krillin watched the screen, mouth agape, as the image shifted to one of the injured FBI agents who was describing the attack. "I didn't mean to kill them," I said meekly, "Lorene told me they were criminals who were trying to kidnap her and I protected her for 17's sake because she was his girlfriend! I didn't mean to hit them so hard! Now unless I find Lorene, I'm doomed to be in hiding for the rest of my life!" Krillin was even more shocked by my breakdown, (and believe me, I was too.) What the hell possessed me to open up like that, show so much emotion? Dammit, this man! I don't know, he has something that makes me show my vulnerability.

"Well Roshi and Oolong can't see you, they would snitch," Krillin said, "you will have to hide in my room and only come out when they are gone. Is that okay with you?"

"Y-y-you're gonna let me stay here?" I asked surprised.

"Oh come on android 18..."

"Just call me 18," I interjected.

"Ok, 18," Krillin said, "If I could try to protect you from Cell, then jump into the battlefield to get you out of the way after he spit you out, then defy Vegeta to try to keep you alive, then I certainly can hide you from the cops. I know you didn't mean to kill those men."

After a short moment of silence I spoke, "Krillin?"

"Yeah?" he said.

"Why did you do all that?" I asked.

"All what?" Krillin said.

"You know all that protecting stuff and then this now?" I said.

"Well, I-I-I don't know, I just thought you deserved a chance I guess," Krillin said.

"It's not cause of Gohan said is it?" I asked, "it's not because you have a crush on me right?"

Krillin blushed deeply and said sheepishly, "well that too." I mouthed out an 'Oh' and looked down, trying my best not to blush. I think Krillin mistook it for something else, because he immediately got nervous and said, "but I don't expect anything in return. I'm content just being your friend."

I scoffed and said, "I wasn't planning on repaying you."

Krillin blushed even redder than before and nervously said, "G-good."

The sound of an air car made the two of us jump and Krillin immediately shut off the TV and started pushing me up the stairs to his room. "It's a good thing you don't have a Ki," he said, "now be completely quiet!"

"I know," I whispered annoyed. He shoved me in his room, locked the door behind him, then zipped down the stairs. I took in my surroundings. The room was small but looked big because it was very well organized, the complete opposite of my brother's room. The walls were white and in the middle was a king sized bed with a red comforter. The curtains matched the comforter but they were open, letting the sunlight shine into the room. The closet was also very organized, half of it was full of orange fighting Gi's, and the other half was full of regular clothing. On the other side of the room there were some drawers, but I wasn't going to see what was in there, I respect people's privacy. On top of the drawers however, there were a few pictures. I got closer to it so I could see them. There were three pictures, one of them was of Krillin and Goku as children. That picture immediately registered in my data base, they were at a martial arts tournament.

It was actually at that tournament, where Krillin was first killed. I shuddered at the thought, thought I didn't know why. The second picture was of Krillin and Goku now as adults, but with Gohan in the middle. He looked about 4 or 5 years old, man he sure has grown. Now Gohan was probably 13 years old and the strongest man alive. Though I doubt Vegeta will allow that to remain the case. I looked at the final picture, it was Krillin and some blue-haired woman. My database showed of a blue-haired woman, but she registers as Bulma, this is not the same woman.

"Her name was Maron," Krillin's voice said almost making me jump out of my skin.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you never to scare an android," I hissed.

"Sorry," Krillin said blushing. He walked forward and grabbed the picture, "she was my girlfriend. She died in an accident during the Cell Games. While I was watching Goku and Gohan relax before the Cell Games, which was too weird for comfort, Maron had been coming over here daily to get me back. On one of those trips she had a terrible accident in which she lost her life. At that moment in time I was watching Gohan and Cell fight."

"You said 'get me back,' were you guys not together?" I asked.

"We had broken up because I thought she would be better off without me, and that she would find someone better," Krillin explained, "the fact that she was so insistent on getting me back showed me that I am worth it."

"You are," I said, then blushing like crazy. Why the hell did I say that!

I saw Krillin beaming and blushing wildly, the smile never left his face. "So," I said trying to change the subject, "there's only one bed in here, where am I going to sleep."

Krillin's smile faded and I saw a hint of fear in his eyes, "well, you can sleep with me on my bed."

"The same bed?" I said cocking an eyebrow.

"Yeah, we could put pillows in between us…"

"That won't be necessary, I know you won't touch me," I said, "at least if you wanna live to see tomorrow, you won't"

"I won't, I promise, I won't" Krillin said raising his hands in the air. Though I couldn't help but notice the excited sparkle that flashed through his eyes.

Alrighty, should I continue?