Once in the car, before Aaron even started the car he turned to me and said, "What the hell was that this morning?"
"Um… I'm really sorry about that. I don't know what the hell that was." I was lying I knew exactly what that was. That was Eric being the asshole he truly is. He wasn't always like that. The first four months of our relationship he was the perfect gentleman. I suppose that should have been a warning sign, I'm a profiler damn it.
"You're lying to me."As Aaron started the car and backed out I thought to myself, 'Why is the airstrip 45 minutes away? This is going to be a long ride.'
"I am not," I answered indignantly.
"How long have we known each other?"
"…"
"And how long have we been friends?"
"…"
"And how long have we worked together?"
I let out a sigh, "Aaron I get it, you know when I'm lying, but for all intents and purposes I rather you not get involved."
"It's a little late for that, don't you think?"
"I honestly have no clue as to why that happened this morning."
"Brittney." He said my name in that tone that screams you're lying again.
"OK, so I kinda know why what happened, happened but I'm not completely sure. Besides, either way, I'll handle it when we get back and it won't happen again."
"I know this is your way of avoiding a confrontation but this can't be avoided."
"Why not?"
" Because, not only is this your fight but this is also mine now, considering that he's accusing me of sleeping with you and the fact that he looked about two seconds away from all of trying to kill me..."
I kept my eyes focused outside the window. I know that if I look at him right now I might as well go to hell in a hand basket. I know that if we get stopped by a red light he's going to make me look at him. I can hear it in his tone of voice. Fuck! The light ahead of us just turned red. Aaron reaches over and hooks a finger under my chin and gently turns my head to make me look at him. We make eye contact for the first time since we started this conversation, "You know you can talk to me, right?"
I look at him with the conviction of telling him everything or keeping it all bottled up and ignoring it all together.
"Yeah, I know." I remain silent for the rest of the ride and return to looking out of the window. When we reach the airstrip I hurry out of the car, never more glad that we had a case waiting for us aside from the fact that people are dying, never more glad.
A/N: Sorry that this chapter is so short. Hopefully the next one will be longer.
