Entering my apartment I gazed around the ghostly place. It looked deserted and dark. Tossing my bag to the side I took a deep breath. I was no longer going to hide away at Cruz's. That was over. At least I hoped it was. One part of me swore it was over, the other knew it wasn't. I hated being alone, enough to spend my time at someone else's place. Everyone knew that, Faith knew that, Cruz knew that, and so did I. That's one way I suppose we are alike. Turning on the light in the kitchen, the light bulb made a small cracking noise for a second. I opened my fridge door to find nothing but water. "Wonderful." I muttered sarcastically to myself and headed into the living room plopping on the couch. I dug though a cushion or so and eventually found the remote, I turned on the news. It seemed like I couldn't get away from work today, after the shooting in the hotel it was all over the news. We turned the incident upside down; I couldn't tell the truth this time. I lied. The situation got way out of hand, all I wanted was to get out of Cruz's mess and I thought I did. Then why did I still feel miserable. Maybe it was because I lied to the media, lied to Faith, and the most important, I lied to myself. I didn't want to believe it but I now realized what I did was wrong, for once. I did the wrong thing. It was either the loss of my job or to lie. Rage and anger flooded my body as I remembered the last few hours.
Again Cruz used her manipulative ways to send another innocent person to jail. Sure he did deserve it, awhile ago after shooting that guy, but he wasn't the one who turned his gun and started a massacre. No-one got killed, amen to that, but saying he caused the hotel shooting was too much for me. I wished to god I could take back the talk I had with Faith about going to Noble's place and stealing his gun. I put her in this mess, it was my fault, I knew well enough she could lose her job, along with me and Cruz, yet it never occurred to me she would turn the gun on Cruz and open fire.
Sure I knew well enough that Faith and Cruz hated each other, it was obvious, and most everyone knew that. They fought over me. I could tell Faith didn't want to lose me as a partner, and Cruz didn't want to lose me as her test dummy. Real sweet huh? I thanked myself for never saying anything about my feelings towards her. The truth was I thought I loved her, I think I did at a point, I knew it was too good to be true, deep down. My gaze tore away from the TV to my hand that once was aimed at Faith and Cruz only when it came to it, I couldn't shoot one, I picked the next best thing, the air. I hoped they would freak and drop there guns. Needless to say, they didn't.
Faith shot hers at Cruz, Cruz shot hers at Faith. Noble stood behind a few feet and watched like a deer caught in head lights. He looked utterly shocked as he watched both Cruz and Faith stumble back. I prayed Faith had on her vest. Cruz leaned back on the wall as Faith grimaced a bit confused about what she had just started. They both looked at me, my gun still in hand; I stared at them in complete shock. Thankfully, they both had bad aim and missed. Wow, that was fortunate. How could Faith turn fire on Cruz like that? That wasn't the Faith I knew, even if she hated her, she would NEVER kill her. That's how we remained until sirens were heard in the distance. We then snapped back to reality.
Faith knelt down, picked up Noble's gun and tossed in on the couch staring at me, Cruz stood there in another world showing no emotion to what just had happened. She was truly a weak person who came out strong physically. Mentally and emotionally she was a complete wreck. The first time we spoke was when the door was slammed open and we came face to face with Sergeant Phil. Both Cruz and Faith looked at me not knowing what to say, that was a first for Cruz.
"What the hell happened here?" He asked looking from Cruz, to me, to Faith, and then to Noble. As I realized they were waiting for me to reply, I spoke up, and did the one thing I never wanted to do. Lied.
"Noble turned his back on us." I said with a stern expression. Faith's face dropped as a small smirk appeared on the lips of Cruz. It was either her or Faith losing there job or Noble getting sent to the slammer. I thought that was for the best, after all Noble did deserve it. I never imagined how difficult planning the evidence would be, after all, who would believe a knowledgeable writer to the word of three officers?