Hope you enjoyed it. Please don't be too harsh, it's my first story finished. Lack of time, lack of dictionary, lack of ideas.But if you still liked it tell me and maybe I will write a sequel.
Leaving him in the car seemed to be the best option. Locked in her office she had to admit it was the only one. That thought didn't belong to pleasant. The long, deep breath that was supposed to calm her down was let out with great frustration. She really hated this, to be forced into a corner. But that's what he did. Cause if she had stayed in the car she would have had to face him. And that would mean talking about what happened earlier and earlier than that. Cruz knew pretty well what or at least could predict what he would say. And simply she didn't have guts for this. Now. She didn't want to hear that part. Now. She didn't feel prepared to give him the answer. For sure not the one she believed to be so obvious. Deep down she felt that if Bosco was really persuasive or didn't let her go she would surrender without much resistance. And the fact that she was considering it an option made her scared out of her wits. Or maybe it was just her mind. Cause there was a little part of her that was thrilled to bits. That knew that was going to come about. Hoped for it too. That part told her to trust him even though he should be the last person considering all that happened. To accept the help and support he offered. That part believed in them. Or rather miracles. And now tempted her to end what started in the car in different way than her mind told her to.
And well, he couldn't forget it. He didn't want to. Her action confused him but also left him wondering what could be behind it. And apparently there has been more than he expected. Other way she wouldn't be running away faster than she could. That convinced him that she felt something too. Yeah, too. He wouldn't deny that. Cause there was a little part of him that still cared about her. That never stopped actually. He thought that it died in that shooting in the hotel room. But it just got drown out. That part always kicked in when Cruz was hurt and alone and wanted to protect her, bring comfort, sense of security. Somehow it got him involved in her life even though his mind was warning him not to. She was doing that too. But it pushed him and he couldn't resist and leave her alone.
"You want something Bosco?" Cruz asked dryly, focused on correcting the report lying in front of her. She didn't bother to raise her head and see knowing perfectly well who was interrupting her. Only one person would enter her office without knocking. And that would be Bosco.
"Yes." He wasthe exception also in other categories starting with "only one person". Almost every officer that happened to be in her den was at least a little bit uneasy. A little intimidated. She had this effect on people. But not Bosco. He made himself comfortable here some time ago. As he shut the door to her office, he leaned against it, supporting his back. For a long moment he was just staring at her intently. She could clearly sense that. And it was leading to third category.
"And that would be?" She asked casually, looking through the report for the last time, checking for the mistakes that could have escaped her notice. Finding none she signed it. A look of concentration was present on her face. Feigned, but he couldn't tell that. The way he was gazing steadily into her face, trying to make eye contact was annoying her. Making uneasy. Only one person could get on her nerves without using words. Or with very little of them.
"What?" She asked again and raised her head. For a long moment they just stared at each other, their eyes locked together.
"Where do we stand Cruz?" He asked quietly after a while. That was indeed a good question, she thought to herself.
"Where we used to. I'm your boss. " Cruz answered warily and got up from her chair. She took the paper and approached filing cabinet where they kept past reports.
'Up here you were always my boss. And you didn't seem to mind that earlier." He added calmly.
"Get over it Bosco. What happened in the car didn't mean anything. It was just a cover that kept us from visiting coroner's office in much more tragic circumstances than usual." She said focused on the contents of the second drawer up. But something didn't fit here. Then she realized she was going through the wrong one. It was his fault. He was distracting her. She pushed that drawer shut with a bang and opened top one.
"Just a cover?" His face twisted into a grimace of disbelief.
"Yeah. So don't get any idea." She said simply, found the right place and put the report there. Her task was finished. She turned around and nearly bumped into him. Somehow he managed to approach her unnoticed. And this sudden appearance in front of her took her by surprise. It startled her. She tried to take a step backwards just to feel her back pressed against the filing cabinet. And as he placed his hands on the top of it, on both sides of her and leant forward she was left without a way to escape. She had to admit she was trapped.
"So you felt nothing when we kissed and…?" He was close, way too close to think or behave reasonably. Or to try to reason with him. She could feel his cologne, heat radiating from his body and her resolutions and knees melting witch every inch he moved nearer.
"Nothing." She repeated after him trying to sound convincing and sure. All the time avoiding his eyes knowing well what would happen if she didn't. A total disaster.
"And you don't want more?" He gently put his hand under her chin and lifted her face, forcing her to look at him. That moment she knew she lost it. He knew that too as a faint smile played across his lips.
"Don't lie to me again." He said as his eyes moved slowly to her lips and back to her eyes telling her what he was going to do now. Trying to read whether the response he would get would be the one he wished for. He brushed her lips softly and that developed into a long, gentle kiss. When he pulled away he looked at her expectantly as if he was asking her a question. A question he wanted her to answer. And it was a serious one.
Something was telling her to stop it. To push him away and leave. That she should do it. Instead she lifted her hands and closed them around his neck hauling him lightly to her lips. And started something much less innocent than before.