Chloe vs. Mattie
Trudging up the steps to Mac's apartment, Chloe adjusted her bag over her shoulder. She was pissed about her dad ditching her over her birthday and was hoping Mac wouldn't question her, namely because she was afraid she would cry. Sighing, she knocked softly on the door.
Hearing someone at the door, Mac shifted her feet from under her, stretching a little before going to look in the peep hole. Seeing Chloe, Mac quickly opened the lock and the door to let in her adopted sister.
"Hey kiddo. I didn't know you were coming, but I am always thankful for an opportunity to spend time with you."
"Hey yourself," Chloe said even as she shrugged off the hug that Mac tried to give her. "Got any Pepsi?" The young girl didn't even bother waiting for the older woman to answer, but immediately began trudging toward the kitchen, dropping her bag at the door and kicking off her shoes along the way.
Noticing her bad mood, Mac picked up the girl's shoes and placed them by the door, saying nothing. Going to the kitchen, she grabbed a chair as she watched Chloe search for Pepsi and M&Ms, her two favorites, especially when she was stressed.
"Want some?" Chloe offered as she slumped in a chair next to Mac, trying to appear somewhat generous.
"No thanks. But," Mac began, treading lightly, "I would like you to tell me what's wrong."
Glaring, Chloe mumbled a semi-audible reply, "Nothing. I just... I don't want to talk about it."
Leaning closer, Mac looked directly into the young girl's eyes waiting for her to look back. When she did, Mac responded with a very serious tone, "It's fine if you don't want to talk about it, but I don't deserve to have you take your bad mood out on me. If you're going to act that way when I don't want to spend time with you. I love you, but it makes it hard when you act like a two-year old."
Surprised and more than a little hurt, Chloe sat stunned that Mac would actually say such things. "Whatever," Chloe said as she pushed her chair away from the table. Not even bothering to push it back in, she walked slowly to the couch and began flipping through channels on the TV.
Choosing to let it rest for the moment, Mac went to her bedroom to work on a case that she was presenting next week.
Trudging up the steps to Mac's apartment, Chloe adjusted her bag over her shoulder. She was pissed about her dad ditching her over her birthday and was hoping Mac wouldn't question her, namely because she was afraid she would cry. Sighing, she knocked softly on the door.
Hearing someone at the door, Mac shifted her feet from under her, stretching a little before going to look in the peep hole. Seeing Chloe, Mac quickly opened the lock and the door to let in her adopted sister.
"Hey kiddo. I didn't know you were coming, but I am always thankful for an opportunity to spend time with you."
"Hey yourself," Chloe said even as she shrugged off the hug that Mac tried to give her. "Got any Pepsi?" The young girl didn't even bother waiting for the older woman to answer, but immediately began trudging toward the kitchen, dropping her bag at the door and kicking off her shoes along the way.
Noticing her bad mood, Mac picked up the girl's shoes and placed them by the door, saying nothing. Going to the kitchen, she grabbed a chair as she watched Chloe search for Pepsi and M&Ms, her two favorites, especially when she was stressed.
"Want some?" Chloe offered as she slumped in a chair next to Mac, trying to appear somewhat generous.
"No thanks. But," Mac began, treading lightly, "I would like you to tell me what's wrong."
Glaring, Chloe mumbled a semi-audible reply, "Nothing. I just... I don't want to talk about it."
Leaning closer, Mac looked directly into the young girl's eyes waiting for her to look back. When she did, Mac responded with a very serious tone, "It's fine if you don't want to talk about it, but I don't deserve to have you take your bad mood out on me. If you're going to act that way when I don't want to spend time with you. I love you, but it makes it hard when you act like a two-year old."
Surprised and more than a little hurt, Chloe sat stunned that Mac would actually say such things. "Whatever," Chloe said as she pushed her chair away from the table. Not even bothering to push it back in, she walked slowly to the couch and began flipping through channels on the TV.
Choosing to let it rest for the moment, Mac went to her bedroom to work on a case that she was presenting next week.