Author's Note: And now, some shippy-ness!
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Victims of Fate
Chapter Fourteen
Prompt: Pride and Joy
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"So, she confessed?" Barek asked him as they sat side by side on the hospital bed, waiting for a nurse to come back with a doctor to check the cut on Mike's arm.
"Spilled her guts. Apparently she's been…stalking me," The idea was still uncomfortable with him, he hadn't even noticed, "Built some sort of fantasy life about us. When Gregory started asking about me, she…"
"I know how the profile goes Mike," Barek pointed out, "She saw Gregory as a threat and killed her."
"Right, FBI profiler I'm talking to here. Must be all the blood loss," Mike joked. Barek stiffened next to him and then got up from the bed. "Something wrong?" He asked, watching her pace a little.
"Nothing," She lied but when Mike opened his mouth to persue the issue, the doctor came in. Of course the doctor came in, Mike thought, letting the man poke and prod the shallow, but long cut on his arm. He watched Barek from the corner of his eye while the doctor decided that the cut didn't need stitches, but should be bandaged. Yeah, something was definitely bothering her. He figured by the time they got back to 1PP he'd be able to get it out of her. She was still quiet when he got sent on his way and they got back in the car.
"So, what's eatin' you kid?" He asked, in his best Bogart voice.
"Nothing, Mike." Her tone said she didn't want to talk. Mike ignore it.
"Come on, Barek, something's bothering you."
"I let you go in there without back up," She muttered angrily, "I shouldn't have done that."
"You got back up, and nothing major happened, it was a calculated risk."
"It could have been something major," She snapped, and that's when he heard it, actual fear. Not your typical partner concern, but fear. Mike felt all the blood rush to his head and he was dizzy for a second.
"Look, Carolyn," He started, but she held up a hand.
"Not now, we've got to report to Deakins."