"Another game?" I asked.

My hands slammed the desk as I narrowed my eyes at Hoffman.

"When? Where? Who? Why? How? Tell me everything!" I growled at my partner.

He walked over and threw me the file.

"I was in this one," he said.

My eyes widened.

"What?" I asked.

All formalities dropped and I walked over as quickly as I could. I grabbed his face and starred in his eyes.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Have you not watched the news or read your email?" he asked.

"No, I've been in Cancun for god sakes!" I snapped.

The color drained out of my face as he stared in my eyes.

"My god Mark, I'm so sorry!" I whispered.

He shrugged and tried to get out of my grasp, but I held his shoulders.

"Tell me what happened!" I said.

"You have to let go of me first," he replied.

"Promise you'll tell me first," I said.

Tears filled my eyes at the thought of him being stuck in one of those traps.

"What's with the tears?" he asked roughly.

"Sorry, just- the thought," I said, backing away.

I bit my lip and turned, not wanting him to see me like this. Unbeknownst to him, I was in love with him and the thought that he could have died was shaking my inner being. Suddenly hands landed on my shoulders and I was spun around.

"What is wrong with you?" he asked.

"Nothing," I replied, putting on a fake smile, "Here, let my close up my stuff, and we can go to the diner and I'll pay and you can talk."

He paused but smiled slightly.

"Okay, but it might go a little bit differently," he said.

I paused, a dirty thought going through my head, but I just laughed and nodded at him.

"Okay Hoffman, I'll meet you there," I said.

"Since when do you have a car?" he asked.

I blushed and he smirked.

"I'll give you a ride, meet me by my car," he said.

"Fine, see you in five," I replied, closing my laptop.