Cha stood on the street corner as she watched her partner drive away from the donut shop.

Her partner... the motherfucker.

She grit her teeth and began to make her way back to the motel.

She was in no rush to return to him in the cramped little space and it's not as if he would worry. He knew she take care of herself and wouldn't do anything reckless.

'And he's to busy thinking about that donut bitch', a voice in her head spoke up.

They'd been partners for years at the commission. They'd hadn't always gotten along, especially at the beginning, but they both saw how capable the other was and they made on hell of a team.

A fondness had grown between them, at least she thought it had. She had started to enjoy listening to him talk. When he talked about their missions, how the bosses were always screwing them over, even just about what they were going to have for dinner. He would even sometimes make her crack a smile.

She's not sure what was between them. She knew it wasn't a romance.

Friendship? She liked to think so. They knew each other inside and out, that they could trust one another to have their back in a fight.

Than the order came...

She was gong to kill him. It was suicide not to. No one could stand against the commission.

She didn't though. She couldn't.

She didn't have a family or friends. She didn't have a life... not a real one. All she had was the big bearded oaf.

What would she do without him?

Would she get a new partner? Would she be lone agent? Would they take her out next?

She didn't... couldn't... Wouldn't.

She wasn't sure what they would do but they had each others backs through thick and thin and they always would... she was sure. The commission could throw their worst at them. They would survive it all... together.

But than there was that donut whore.

She would loose all she had to some old bitch in a pink waitress outfit.

He would abandon her after all they had gone through together...

She saved his ass more times then she could count and he was going to throw her away like a used napkin.

FUCK HIM!

She didn't need him.

She could take care of herself.

He was nothing to her! She kept telling herself that... it didn't make them feel anymore true.