**One quick chapter in Cameron's P.O.V….Enjoy**
Cameron never apologized, not for something as stupid as saying what she did to that great big ape. She had all the right in the world to be blunt with him. Manning put her in charge of that team. He brought her here, out of every person he interviewed, because he knew that she would run a tight ship. In her opinion, he was just an arrogant ass that wanted someone to deal with Hellboy besides him. Manning was pussy and had an inferiority complex about being in charge. So, when talking to the director she just nodded and let him say whatever he needed to. The woman sighed, shaking that boring conversation out of her head as she walked down the halls looking for him. When another agent came around the corner, she stopped her. "Agent Simmons, where is Hellboy?" She asked. Agent Simmons, a woman of about 40 with caramel hair that was starting to grey a little pointed over her shoulder.
"Around the corner, third room on the left." Cameron thanked her, turning the corner and jogging to the room. She needed to do thing. There was something about her, she didn't want any bad rep with him or any hash feelings. She believed that to work together for a common goal that it was important for everyone to at least get along. Coming to the door, she was about to knock when she saw him there. He was kneeling down beside the bed of a little girl with bright red hair and who clung to a teddy bear as she looked at the big red demon. He had the softest expression on his face, his deep voice reading Good Night Moon to the girl and boy. The boy was already asleep, knocked out under the covers and curled so tight he gave a new expression to snug as a bug in a rug. The little girl was a different story. She was drifting, but watched her father with such devotion and affection as a daughter could have. She was smiling, clutching tightly to her white bear and slowly she drifted off. She honestly couldn't believe that he could be like that. Such a strength and solid form for both the children, and treated them like a they were more delicate than the petals of a white rose.
Cameron didn't even notice when he was done reading. She was still staring, clutching his eyes as her heart dropped. She was caught. Shit. Shit. Double Shit. She didn't know what to say to him as he basically glared holes into her head. With a twisting stomach, she didn't say a damn thing. She just turned an walked away. Her mind was swimming with thoughts about the man that in five minutes could make her go from madder than hell to shocked into silence. She needed to get away from him and clear her mind from the severe personality and mind fuck she had seeing him like that. But that was nowhere near her luck. His thundering footsteps followed behind her, vibrating the ground and he called, "Hey…Hey!" She turned and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He was storming towards her, a menacing scowl spread across his face as he approached her.
"What is it?" She said, her voice smooth and calming as she was trying to hide her flustered insides as she looked at him. She was not expecting what happened next. His hand pressed against her shoulder, shoving her to the side as he looked over her. Her flustering insides left instantly. Anger building inside her as she glared at him and his voice stung in her ears.
"I know I can't get away from you on missions, but like hell am I going to let you spy on me or my children you icy bitch." Her eyes turned blue white, anger coursing through her at the name calling. That was one thing she couldn't stand from someone who was under her command. Call her a bitch, sure, but don't ever say it to her face. Insubordinate was one thing she wasn't going to tolerate. Her body temperature began to drop, frost on her fingertips as she clenched her fist tightly together. "So, I fucking suggest that you stay away from them and from me. I want nothing to do with you." He hissed dangerously. She pushed passed him, whispering loud enough for him to hear but not to wake anyone. Her anger pulsed through him as she glared holes into his head.
"I don't give a flying fuck about you. But I actually came to apologize for being so blunt earlier…but now that I think about it you are neither worth the time nor energy." She said back at him. Hellboy raged, the two glaring with the death eyes at each other while the hall remained empty, and seemed to be getting colder. "Go to hell." She said, before shoving passed him and walking towards her own room. She couldn't believe she was even thinking about apologizing to that jerk. That tall, muscular, deep voiced fucking idiot. God! He was going to drive her up the wall with his ignorance and fucking mouth. Her footsteps were heavier with her anger as she walked down the halls, turned a couple corners and was at her room before she knew it. Opening the door, she closed it behind her with a violent slam.
Who the hell did he think he was! That son of a bitch was out of control, a fucking bastard if he could even think that he could intimidate her into doing what he wanted. Growling, she felt her heart slamming as she then felt a shiver rush over her skin. That bastard. That tall…muscular bastard with a deep voice that made her feel, she stopped right there cooling her body right there as she jogged towards the shower and turned it on as cold as she could get it. She needed a cold shower, and she needed it now.