Running her fingers through her oily hair, Dana's gaze reluctantly turned to her co-worker, who paced back and forth in the small confined room. Raising an eyebrow, she let out a heavy sighed before hastily commenting with irritation. "Bart, if you don't sit the fuck down, I swear on everything I love, I will kick your fuckin' ass."
His face frozen in a glassy stare of horror, he quickly muttered an apology before taking a seat in the far left corner of the holding cell. Silence seeping in, a consoling hand dropped on her shoulder, causing her to take a glance back. Tiredly fixing her eyes on her partner, she nestled her body further into his chest before quietly murmuring. "C.J, if we ever make it out a-"
"When we make it out alive." The well-built security guard cut her off as he pressed his lips to her ear, causing shivers to run down her spine. Taking a deep breath, he bitted his bottom lip before wrapping his arm around her neck, brushing his lips down her neck in comfort.
Hands grasping his upper arm, she gathered enough courage to mustered out. "Just promise me, C.J…"
Pausing, she could feel hot tears brimming in her eyes as she finished. "We'll make it out oh here together."
Faltering for a moment, C.J lifted an eyebrow at her, taking note of that soft bite of indifference in her voice, he softly hissed into her ear in reassurance. "I promise."