It's short, I know, and probably full of grammar-mistakes but I simply watched Purgatory one too many times and this came out. Hope you like it.
Sorry? Sorry didn't change anything. Not when he doesn't mean it. He would do it again if given the chance. He would go behind her back and do it. That was the part that hurt. She had always known this job was his life, but to have it actually proven? That if choosing between the job and their friendship he would choose the job? That hurt like hell and no words would ever fix that rip.
Protecting her? Yeah sure! Like she would believe that in a second now! Not after she had been forced to point a gun at him. If he really cared about her and wanted to protect her he would have made sure that thing didn't happened! But did he? No, he thought about his shield and his gun. That's all.
Rules? Since when has he cared about those bloody rules? It was she who more than trice had to pull him back and remind him of those things. She could count on one hand those times he had actually cared about rules! One hand! And suddenly those rules got in the way for him to contact her. A load of crap, that's was what it was! Probably one of the lamest excuses she had ever heard from him and she has heard some over the years. Sometimes not even an excuse, only those puppy eyes he gave her when he knew he had done something bad. Only this time that wasn't going to help him. He would need to work a lot more than that for her to forgive him, if that now was possible. She wasn't sure it was to tell the truth.
Not getting it? She got it alright! Their partnership, their friendship, didn't mean a shit for him. Apparently it was only something that came along with his badge, nothing that he needed to worry about in that way.
In a deep hole? He has been that for the past two years, almost three. And everything had happened because of himself. He had done it alone, just some help from his mother, brother and a few others. But mostly thanks to him.
Not to drag her into this one? Since when has he been worried about that? She helped him with his nephew, she's cover his ass more than he'll ever know. For Eight Bloody Years. It took him eight years to care about that?! If so then talk about catching up slowly!
Sitting down on one of the chairs in the kitchen she buried her head in her hands. She had pointed at gun at her partner. For a moment she had thought she had lost him. She had been forced to cuff him, to treat him like a criminal. Only to find out that it was all an act. He had been undercover.
Didn't looked for this?
"You could have fooled me detective."