I told myself that I'd at least get this out before April, so leave it to me to post it literally right before cx sorry about that.

It was late, Fi sat on the edge of the bed, bottle in one hand, cigarette in the other. Fi never really smoked much before she left home, it seemed her smoking habit was getting worse by the day. She shrugged it off, taking a few drags and setting it down. She always found herself thinking about Lin, it almost seemed whenever she brought up the subject everyone would change it. Deep down she knew everyone was worried about Lin, but feeling aren't really shown here. "Guess that's what being in a gang is all about." She giggled to herself, "Well maybe not, all about." Fi finished the last of her rum before setting the glass down. After a few minutes she got up and poured herself another glass.

Apparently Fi had been doing to much that week. She walked into the church that morning and was immediately told off by Dex.

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"No. Get the fuck out." Dex said bluntly, Fi starred at him for a minute,

"Did I do something?" She looked at him, giving a nervous laugh.

"Don't you have other shit to do? You don't have to be here ALL the time." He shook his head, "Go on. You've done good this week. Go home Fi."

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Fi exited the flashback and looked around the tiny apartment. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed Troys number.

"Yeah?" The voice on the other line muttered,

"I'm fucking bored." Fi said bluntly, "Come here."

"Is it my job to entertain you?"

"That's not what I said Troy."

"I guess I'll be there in 10." The call ended and Fi put her phone back in her pocket.

She waited for what seemed like forever before Fi heard a faint knocking at her door. She got up and opened it, looking at the man in front of her, "Why do you look so tired?" She questioned, letting him in.

"Because I was trying to fuckin' sleep." Troy shook his head and lit a cigarette. Fi smiled and shook her head, walking to the couch and began to roll a joint. Troy followed behind her, sitting down on the edge of the couch. "So you done avoiding me now?"

"Avoiding you?" Fi questioned, "I wasn't avoiding you Troy." She shook her head, "You want some of this?"

"Mmm, whatever you say Fiona." Fi looked up at Troy as he was looking down at the joint, "No, uh, I don't smoke." He shook his head as he took a long drag of his cigarette.

"Fio-." Fi cut herself off, "You really don't smoke pot?" She mocked him, "Just fucking smoke it with me." She said bluntly. Troys eyes narrowed at her.

"Drugs are bad, you know?" Troy shook his head before putting his cigarette out. Fi leaned closer to him, nearly inches from his face.

"Just. Do. It." She muttered and placed the joint between his lips. Troy starred at her, watching her movements. "You won't regret it." She whispered in his ear and smirked at him, pulling out a lighter and placing it in his hand, brushing her fingers against his arm. He grabbed the lighter bringing it closer to his face as Fi slowly backed away from him. He lit the joint reluctantly and tossed the lighter at her. Troy used to smoke, years ago. He hadn't since he became a cop. He took a few puffs and handed it over to Fi.

"You happy now?" He smirked and licked his lips. Fi took a drag and looked at Troy, watching him closely, he fumbled through his pockets, finally pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one. She tilted her head, still watching him. He took several drags of his cigarette, ashing when needed. He felt nervous, he face felt really hot and he wasn't sure if it was showing. He wasn't sure what she was trying to do but he was sure it wasn't good. After a long silence he threw his hands in air,

"What?" Fi shook her head and took a few more puffs of the joint,

"You don't want this?" She questioned.

"No.. I'm fine." Troy knew he got drug tested randomly, though it probably wouldn't be a big deal considering he was working undercover, "Don't blow your cover." Right? He looked around, putting his cigarette in a nearby ashtray, lighting another one. Fi looked at him, beginning to take off her sweatshirt.

"I guess it's hot in here." She shrugged, now in just a tanktop, "But I suppose anyone could tell by your face." She teased. He raised a brow at her, his heart now racing. Fi crawled on top of him, nearly straddling him, "You really shouldn't smoke so much you know." She smirked, grabbing the cigarette from him and taking a drag and putting it in the ashtray, "It's bad for you."

"Yeah, whatever." He managed to get out. This was the second time she had done this, "I don't know what you're trying to do." He muttered, "But you should stop." Fi leveled her face with his, practically laying on top of him.

"Why?" She asked and smiled, "Is something I'm doing bothering you? I don't see why." she leaned her face in closer, their noses now touching. Troys eyes scrambling around the room. Fi then got up, going back to sitting where she was before, "But I'm just wondering. Gat said you were into me. It seems I've got my answer." She said proudly.

"I don't think you have any answer." He said, getting up and grabbing his cigarette, "I just think you can't resist me." She shook her head and put her sweatshirt back on, laying on the other side of the couch and resting her feet in his lap. She shook her head,

"Yeah, whatever." She laid her her head against the back of the couch, taking a few breaths. "So who are you anyway?"

"Who am I?" Troy questioned, his eye narrowing, "Why?"

"Just wondering." Fi shrugged, "All I know is that you're Troy and you just love cigarettes." She spoke almost sarcastically. "I think you've had enough though." She reached over and grabbed his cigarette right out of his hand, "I'm serious, my loft is gonna reek." She put the cigarette out in the ashtray and got up, starting to spray the room with perfume, "So why are you in a gang?" She asked bluntly.

"Why are you in a gang?" He asked, repeating the question and raising a brow. She looked up at him, her mind blank for the first time that night. She couldn't find the words to answer his question.

"I.. don't know." Fi felt uneasy, almost like this was the first time she had actually thought about what she had been doing, "I... I'm way in over my head." She nearly whispered, "Maybe you should go?"

"But I was just starting to maybe get answers out of you." Troy made a puppy face at her, "What? Did I make you uncomfortable?"

"No." She shook her head, "I just.. I'm tired." She got up from the couch, walking towards the door, "Come on, I'll see you tomorrow." She smiled.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved his arms at her and walked towards her, "Guess that means no sleep over then?" He smirked

"Oh shut up." She grinned and opened the door, "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Of course." He took a cigarette out of his pack and lit it, started to walk out of the door, "Bye."

"Bye Troy." She shut the door and sighed, "I've really got myself into some shit haven't I?"

welp. I'm sorry it took me forever to post this. I kept erasing and rewriting, but finally settled on this. So I hope you like it, bye c: