Author's Note: Oh look, shippy-ness is coming back. Yay!
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Victims of Fate
Chapter Twenty Two
Prompt: Working Mom
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Carolyn sighed and pounded on harder on the door to Mike's apartment, "Stop acting like a three year old and open the door, Mike!" She growled when another storm of knocking when unanswered.
"How can I apologize when you won't open the door?" She leaned her head against his door and sighed, "Mike, please, I don't want to say this where your neighbors can hear. Please let me in?" She waited a minute and then another. She gritted her teeth. So he wanted her to grovel fine, fine she'd grovel.
"Look, I'm sorry for today, okay? Things went wrong so fast and…and you have no idea how fast a stalker can turn on their victim. I've read the profiles, seen what happens when things go wrong. Amelia was one step away from turning on you, and…she could have killed you. I had a better chance. I did what I had to. I'm your partner, it's my job to watch out for you. I'm…I'm also your friend and…and I just couldn't let her shoot you, okay?"
"Too bad I'm not inside, otherwise that last bit would have gotten you through the door," Mike's voice said from behind her. Carolyn whirled around and Mike was indeed standing behind her.
"Why aren't you home?" She said and winced at her accusatory tone.
Mike held up a white grocery bag, which clinked, "Felt like some company. Guess I've got company now though."
"I should…"
"You should come inside, we've got to talk."