"What the fuck?" The sentence was more of a demand that anything, but Jordan Cavanaugh was known for her demands.
"Jordan, it's only two months. You can deal with two months, can't you?" Macy's statement was evenly as demanding as Jordan's, though spoken with subtlety.
"Garret, you of all people should remember just how much I hate the FBI. Now, you're telling me to work with an FBI agent assisting on ALL my cases."
"That's the price you pay for pissing off every detective on the force, Jordan. Back to work. I don't want to hear from you until you're down with your case." Macy turned on his heel and headed into his office, exhausted with Jordan's continual complaints. Although he couldn't say he could blame her entirely. He did remember Jordan's last experience with the FBI. Shaking his head, he closed the door to his office quietly. No, he couldn't blame her at all.
I'd keep writing, but I don't think anyone is reading. That's okay. I'm used to it. Not really. Never mind. Don't worry, I won't abandon this story. Unless you don't like it, then you should worry. Just review, I've got more on the way. Unless I lose my mind again. Hahaha…ha-ha…never mind.
Tengo un cepillo, pero soy sin los dientes de me boca. Never mind.