Chapter 3
I giggled.
"Alright, I've had my fun, go save the day H; apparently I'm going to be here awhile."
Haratio laughed and nodded, then started toward the door.
"Uh, Dad, I'm going to hang out down here for a while,"
Haratio nodded again before exiting the room rather leisurely.
I glanced awkwardly between Kyle and Alexx. When my eyes met Kyle's, he dropped his gaze. After a few minutes of extremely awkward silence, Alexx stood.
"I'm going to go talk to Calleigh," she started walking out of the room, "Oh, and Cassie, I have inventory of everything in here so don't even think about it."
My mouth fell open in shock over the accusation, Alexx laughed heartily.
"Don't worry baby, I'm just messing with your head."
"Ha, ha, ha," I mumbled under my breath. Kyle chuckled; it was the first sound I had heard him make in at least fifteen minutes. I pulled myself onto one of the autopsy tables. It was extremely uncomfortable. I turned to face Kyle and gave him my most dazzling smile, and was pleased to see that it had just the right effect. His face cracked into a crooked smile and he leaned against the table I was seated on, seeming totally relaxed.
"So, you're Ryan Wolfe's sister?" Kyle asked. He shoved his hands in his pockets nonchalantly.
"Unfortunately," I muttered. His laugh was soft and friendly, almost understanding. I propped my chin up on my fist and smiled teasingly.
"And, what about you, what's it like being the kid of the head honcho?"
"Alright, considering I just recently found out, and I'm fresh out of jail," He sat across from me on the table.
"Oh, really now, so we're somewhat in the same boat?" I smiled my most charming smile.
"Two troublemaking teenagers sent away to live with estranged relatives, who, by the way, just so happen to be cops."
Kyle snorted, "Yeah, something like that,"
He opened his mouth to say something else, but we were interrupted by a tall handsome Cuban man walking in the door. Instead of screaming his name excitedly, I waited for him to notice me.
He locked his dark eyes on mine and shook his head almost angrily.
"Cassandra Maria Wolfe, I heard from a very reliable source that you stole a car,"
"So, Calleigh's been telling my secrets?" I asked smilingly.
"This is not a joking matter!" wow, he really was angry with me.
I almost felt bad. Almost.
"Aw, Eric, you didn't come all the way down here to yell at me, did you?"
He sigh and softened, "No," he held out his strong, slightly scarily large arms out and I immediately ran to his embrace. "I came down here to say, hey kid,"
"Where's Alexx?"
"Talking to Calleigh, want to wait with us?"
He looked from me to Kyle, shrugged, and leaned on the autopsy table.
a/n: I can't take all of the credit for this chapter, because part was written by Bryn Elizabeth, in fact this entire story was co-written by Bryn and myself (thanks Bryn)