Betrayed

HEY GUYS! So I've recently become very obsessed with this series and wanted to give a fanfic a try. I hope you enjoy the one-shot.

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It didn't take long for the rain to subside, contradicting the "all night" prediction of the weatherman. As I walked through the fine mist, a ledge appeared out of the darkness of the night. No moon, stars blotted out by city lights. I sprinted forward and jumped, launching myself at the rooftop adjacent. I landed knees bent so I wouldn't have to roll.

The gray rooftop was home to a brown love seat covered in wet plastic. I padded over and tugged it off, the mist no threat to the cheap leather upholstery. I spread out the blue quilt tucked under my arm, placing it along the couch.

I sat and waited, twirling my cane in my hand, the lights of Paris twinkling in the distance. I checked the watch Bentley gave me as a present, which glowed a green 2:30. Where was she, I thought to myself. She's late.

I dozed on the couch for fifteen minutes, until I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Long time, ringtail." The silky accent weaved its way around me, coupled with the sound of heels. I turned my head behind me.

"Too long." I gave her my signature smirk. She just smiled and sat beside me, leaning on my shoulder.

"What have you been up to, Carmelita?" I inquired, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

"Outside of trying to catch you?" I nodded, smiling. "A serial killer is on the loose. His M.O shifts slightly every time, whether its victim placement or the type of flower he leaves. He also kills sporadically, anywhere from once a week to once a month."

"Hmmm." I pondered. "I'll put the word out that I'm looking for him. Maybe he'll turn up and I can pass along some info."

"Thanks."

"Of course." I grabbed the wooden switch on the side of the couch and pulled upwards, causing my seat to lean back until I was facing the sky. Carmelita did the same looking at me and smiling. I returned the smile and grabbed her hand, intertwining my fingers with hers.

Sometimes we would just lay like that, looking into each other's eyes, exploring the vastness within them. Occasionally I would catch glimpses of pain, other times her eyes would sparkle with happiness.

I looked up again at the meager amount of stars we could see. She mimicked my action.

"What about you? Any interesting heists?"

"You would know wouldn't you?" I teased. She elbowed me in the ribs softly.

"Despite what you like to think, I don't have tabs on everything."

"You just enjoy stalking me." I teased again, turning towards her and smiling.

"Oh yes, Its my favorite past time." She replied, voiced heavily laced with sarcasm.

"Do you watch me in the shower?" Her eyes widened in response as I tried to hold back a chuckle.

"Pervert!" She said accusingly, poking me in the chest. "Remember I'm the one with the Shock Pistol." She threatened, this time smirking at me. I raised my hands up giving her my best "Scared Shitless" face. "Jerk."

"I love you too." I looked back towards the sky. Recounting the countless hours we spent up here, talking or just being near each other. Of course to Interpol she was still after me, but it was more than just luck that kept her Shock Pistol from ever hitting its mark. I leaned my head on her shoulder and breathed in deeply, just happy being next to her. I closed my eyes, thinking about how much I loved her.

That's why she was able to handcuff me. She rolled me over and grabbed both of my hands. I was so shocked I was paralyzed, only returning to my senses after the cuffs had locked and the pistol was dug into my back.

"Carm-"

"I'm so, so sorry." She whispered in my ear. Then she spoke loudly, "Don't move, or I'll shoot." She grabbed me roughly by my shoulder and tugged me upward, both of us standing next to the couch.

"Why?" I asked. I didn't get an answer.

"You wouldn't shoot." I said painfully into the silence.

"No, but I will." Said a gruff voice off to my left. I saw the outline of a heavily built man, carrying some bulky in his hands. No doubt a gun.

Carmelita pushed me towards the door near the edge of the roof, the other cop opening it and heading in first. The stairwell was lit by lazy yellow lights all the way down to ground level. Our steps echoed against my ears, which were overwhelmed by the roaring in my head. She had betrayed me. Two years of secretly meeting up whenever we could, of sharing our hopes and dreams, our fears and pasts.

"Does it mean nothing to you Carmelita? The endless nights, the whispered words, the declarations of love?" She remained silent.

I was pushed out of the building and towards a wall of cop cars. All of the cops had their guns raised and pointed at me. One of them had taken my cane. I barley noticed, the pain in my chest overshadowing everything else.

I got into a cop car willingly, my body numb and empty. I looked out the window at Carmelita, who had her back turned to me. Her shoulders trembled slightly as she spoke to some detective.

"Where your going," the cop driving said as he pulled away. "Your gang will never be able to get you out."

Good, I thought, feeling as though I were trapped in lead, my reason to live gone.

The patrol car sped off into the night, unseen to me was the small turtle perched on a rooftop not to far from where I was. He placed his binocucom back into its pouch and turned away from the scene, mind already drafting a plan.

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Well that was depressing. I hope you enjoyed, please let me know what you think and how I can improve!