Hi everyone, special thanks to SWEEPEASPATCH again for helping with this chapter!
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Chapter 35
"O no. I can't bear that. I didn't even choose to..." Nick stopped talking abruptly. He looked up at Camille. "You. You know her." He said as if that suddenly just dawned on him.
Camille sighed and sat down again. "Oui."
"I'm such a stupid fool! Why would I even care about her like that?" Nick asked, annoyed at himself.
"If you would have asked me that last week I could have thought of a million reasons." Camille answered sadly.
Richard looked at Camille. She must be really sad. He thought. Even though he wasn't good with emotions. He had the idea that since he had come to Saint Marie, he did pick up some things. And he did learn from Camille about lots of things that involved communication, body language and such. One of his favorite things to do in the station was to study Camille. So he had gotten to know her facial expressions and her body language a bit. Although that was probably because he had studied her body a bit too much, wondering what she'd look like beneath the clothes she was wearing. Totally inappropriate of course. But he did recognize some of the nonverbal things she did. Although he had to admit that most of them still were too complicated for him. Probably because she could be so impulsive and moody. What else to expect from a French person?
"She can be so difficult. It's not like I really thought about this before. Not with the idea to act on it. I never realized that... I didn't know that I.. That I was feeling this way..." Nick shrugged sadly. "Maybe I wasn't her type anyway. I mean what was her type really?" He looked at Camille.
Richard looked at Camille now too.It was like he heard himself talking. Minus the love thing of course. It wasn't like... He swallowed as he studied the difficult woman next to him. His eyes raked over her form. No. It wasn't. It wasn't like he loved her. He swallowed again as he froze and could only stare at her. Was it? He had known that he had loved Sasha. He didn't want to think about this anymore! He was just attracted to Camille, that's all. And he liked her as a friend. He wasn't in love. He wasn't! Not at all.
Camille just stared at Nick and swallowed.
"Let me guess." Nick's lip twitched. "That Simon fellow. Perfect Simon with his blond curls, green eyes and big white smile." He snapped jealously.
"I don't know what her type is anymore Nick. Because I don't understand what happened to her. It's like an evil twin took her over." Camille's hand caressed her cheek unconsciously where Kris had slapped her.
"But why do I even feel this pain then? She's crazy. I don't want her. We fight all the time, we're so different. If you fight and disagree all the time... That's no basis for a relationship is it?" Nick uttered angrily as he looked at both Richard and Camille. As if he expected an answer from them.
Richard looked away and swallowed. He was afraid for the answer Camille would give. They fought. Lots of times. Well, all the time really. Did that mean... "Fighting isn't always a bad thing is it?" He quickly noted.
Camille looked at Richard at that. "Why not?" She asked harshly.
Richard met her eyes now. Defiantly. "Because it doesn't mean that the one person doesn't like the other person. They just have different opinions on some subjects."
"Is that the way it works with women too?" Nick asked as he looked at Camille.
"What?" Camille asked confused.
"If you're in a relationship with a woman... Does that make it easier? Talking? That's what they always say isn't it? Women talk better with women. And men just don't understand feelings really well. Although I really try... "
"Excusez-moi? I don't know what you mean?" Camille narrowed her eyes as she tried to read Nick.
Richard swallowed hard. O noooo... This was not what he thought it was, was it? An ice cold hand gripped his heart as the blood seemed to leave his extremities. He had hoped that that had been behind him, never to be brought up again...
"I meant your relationships." Nick clarified.
"Oui?"
"With women."
Camille's eyes grew wide. "With women?" She repeated clueless.
"Yes." Nick clarified surprised. O! She felt ashamed. That must be it why she reacted like that. "I'm sorry, I thought everyone knew. I didn't know that it was... A secret?"
"What do you mean?" Camille asked utterly astonished. What the hell was he talking about?
"That you're a lesbian." Nick explained easily. "It's nothing to be ashamed of I think. I thought you were open about that." He gave her a blue wide eyed look of confusion.
"What?!" Camille's eyes grew big as she stared at Nick. "Non. I'm not interested in women. Most certainly not! Where did you get that idea?'
Nick started to laugh as he avoided looking at Richard. "You're not a lesbian?" He asked surprised.
"Non! Where the hell did you get that idea from?" She asked heatedly.
"O, I don't really remember. Just some man I spoke to in the bar one night." He took a swig of his bottle.
Camille went for his beer bottle and snatched it away. "That's enough already."
Richard cringed deeper into his seat. He was very thankful that Nick protected him and lied about who had told him this. But just the topic, and Camille finding out that someone had said this about her... It didn't feel safe.
Nick looked from the bottle back at the fiery dark eyed woman in front of him. "When I asked Kris if you were a lesbian, she said yes. Weirdly enough... So I believed it." So he had been right. Richard Poole was interested in Camille Bordey. Even in his drunken state he could see that the poor man had frozen to the spot and had become as pale as a white handkerchief. "Can I have my bottle back now?"
"Non."
"Really, this is not my fault. I didn't know." Nick pleaded as he longed for another drink.
"Drink your coffee." Camille ordered sternly.
Richard straightened himself and cleared his throat.
"Why would Kris even say that I'm a lesbian?" Camille asked astonished.
"Maybe another topic would be best." Richard proposed when he had found his voice back. He was afraid that if Camille kept prying like that, Nick would blurt the truth out.
Nick shrugged. "Who knows." He looked at Richard who seemed to have started to breathe a bit again. "Maybe because I told her that I thought you were very beautiful." He told Camille as he grinned cheekily. "Don't you think she is beautiful?" He asked as he leaned forward with a big smile and looked at Richard. He enjoyed how Richard became paler now.
Richard cleared his throat. "Uh the uh..." Another throat clearing. "I... I wouldn't know...I don't-" He dared to look at Camille. She was giving him a vile look. "I don't look at my colleagues like that."
"Richard isn't attracted to me." Camille clarified to Nick in a hard tone.
Nick started to laugh again. "I didn't look at Kris like that either. But she's a real looker, any man could see that."
"O yes." Richard agreed immediately and nodded.
Camille turned towards Richard and gave him a hard glare.
Richard gave her a surprised look. What had he done now?!
"So you did look at Kris like that while she is a colleague?" Camille asked hoarsely. She wanted to bark at him, shout. And she was trying very hard not to. Which apparently made her throat constrict and her voice hoarse.
"Well, er... No, she wasn't at first. She was just... A woman..." Richard stuttered.
"So you had the hots for her too?" Camille snapped.
"No, I didn't say that. I merely agreed that... That she is very beautiful." Richard stated.
Camille didn't like the idea that Richard looked at other women. Or that he looked at women at all! She didn't like him having a love of his life, or being romantically involved. Thinking that his only interest was in books and other stuffy things, that he was alone had made her feel safe somehow. Not this. What else was there he hadn't told her about? "-You really don't remember who said that about the lesbian thing?" She asked Nick.
Nick pressed his lips together. "No, I really don't remember." He lied.
"There you have it. He doesn't remember. How unfortunate. It was probably just a misunderstanding." Richard quickly said. "What happened between you and Kris? How did she get you in her bed? I mean, Camille's bed?" He asked bluntly.
Camille glared at him.
"You cut right to the chase, don't you." Nick said as he looked at Richard.
"The faster we find Kris, the sooner we can move on." Richard answered.
Camille opened her mouth to chastise him but Nick gave a soft smile as he looked in his coffee cup.
"It was so strange." He mumbled.
"What was?" She asked softly.
Nick shook his head in thought. "She never seduced me in all the time that I know her. And suddenly she did. But it seemed... Aggressive and hasty, like she didn't have time." He shrugged. "It's not how I would ever imagine her to seduce someone. Not that I know how she would seduce a man of course... But it didn't seem like her." He looked up at Camille. "It seemed like she wasn't enjoying herself. Which obviously she wasn't given the way it ended." Nick took a sip of his coffee. "I finally have her in a bed and she kicks me in the groin. Great." He shook his head sadly. "Second time she almost squeezes the life out of me with all of her limbs tangling me up, and then twists it all around to tell it like I tried to rape her. Unbelievable. She used all her acting skills for that one."
"What do you mean by aggressive?" Camille asked.
Nick looked away.
"I know this is a difficult topic." Camille pleaded softly. "But... It might give us clues. And we want any clue we can get."
Richard nodded. He was so glad that Camille was here. She really had a way with people.
Nick flushed.
"You can tell us." Camille urged softly.
Nick cleared his throat. "She came onto me strong. When I didn't respond at first.. She grabbed me right between my legs." Nick uttered as he couldn't meet Camille's eyes.
Richard looked at Camille. He cleared his throat. "Well.. That's … straight forwarded..." He concluded uncomfortably.
Camille leaned back against her chair.
"What?" Nick asked as he saw her thinking.
Camille shook her head.
"What is it? Come on. You women must have talked about these things. You've been friends for so long. You know how she is in bed."
"You do?" Richard asked astonished. Did women do that? Talk about that?
Camille gave him an annoyed look. "Of course I don't!" She snapped impatiently at Richard. This conversation was getting out of hand.
"I meant... Women talk, don't they?" Nick explained.
Camille sighed.
"I just want to know... Would she... This seems so off for her. You asked for details and clues." Nick reminded her. "How is Kris with a man? Am I right? Is this behavior not her usual behavior too?"
"Nick, really." It felt like betraying Kris. Weirdly enough.
He leaned towards her now. "I'm not asking this for the fun of it. You're not asking these questions for the fun of it either, are you? I rather keep my love life or sexual life private. So do the two of you I guess?" He looked at Richard and Camille. "This is about the case, like you said."
Camille tried to read his blue eyes. "Oui, I know." She sighed as she looked at Richard. "I can only say how she was before." Camille leaned forwards and sighed again. "Kris is... She wasn't... She doesn't let a man close very quickly. She's had a bad childhood. Her father hit her."
Nick nodded. "She told me he was aggressive. No details but... I suspected a few things."
"That's why she's really careful with men and with who she lets close. Also because... She's very sensitive. I don't know what she does in her bedroom. But I do know that if she lets a man close, she's all in. She loves deeply. She's very caring and she loves touching. And what you just told us?" Camille shook her head again. "She would rip the clothes off a man's body in passion, oui, I could imagine that. But forcing herself on someone, and groping him like that the first time?" She shook her head. "Non, that doesn't sound like Kris. She would never force herself on anyone. Not only because she doesn't want to hurt anyone, but because she's so in sync with the other person. Even puts their needs above her own." Camille looked away in thought. "I think she would be very sweet, very giving and loving, passionate oui, but not aggressive or domineering in an extreme way. And she would also be shy and insecure, in the beginning." Camille sagged back against her chair helplessly. "But who knows what's left of the Kris I knew." She sounded sad.
Richard just sat there. Frozen. It was strange, hearing these very private things about Kris. Or about anyone even. He never heard things like this.
"Did she sleep with you before?" Camille asked.
"What? No, we didn't- No!" Nick uttered. "We're professional... We wouldn't... She wouldn't, I wouldn't... Not just like that... No. Ofcourse not."
"So it would have been the first time? And with the pressure of the job we had to do only hours later? Non, she would take her time, especially the first time. I'm sure of that. This doesn't sound like her at all." She pondered confused.
"Maybe she felt so passionate, she wanted him now." Richard thought out loud.
Camille looked at him. "What?"
"That's possible, isn't it?" Richard countered.
Camille rolled her eyes. "For a man maybe."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Richard asked insulted.
"A woman wants more than just some quick fooling around if she loves him!" Camille countered heatedly.
"I know that. I just meant, in the heat of passion... There are women that might like it quick-"
Camille put her hand on the table and looked at him in annoyed surprise. She narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "Do you really think you make us happy with quickly fooling around instead of taking your time?! That's such a man thing to do and say!" She blurted out angrily.
Us? "No, I... I... I wouldn't... I would never..." Richard stared at her with big eyes. "I wasn't talking about myself..." He would take his time. Lots of time. Hours and hours and… "There are enough women that just want sex, nothing more. We weren't talking about love. But about lust."
"We were talking about love." Camille countered annoyed. What did he know?! She first thought angrily. And then she thought it again, curiously.
"We weren't talking about love." Richard argued. "Nothing about what Kris did speaks of love, does it? Everything she did was part of her plan, was with a purpose. Not because of some feeling."
"We were talking about how Kris would be with a man. She would never do something with a man she doesn't love." Camille countered.
"But she did. And she seduced more men at the party to get her way. Did you forget about the guards that came running to her aid the moment she screamed that Nick had attacked her? She had them wrapped around her little finger before we even set one foot in that place. They even didn't believe him when he said that he was a police officer. That's how deep they were convinced of her innocence. She planned and manipulated her way into this." Richard reminded her.
Camille bit the inside of her cheek and looked away to hide the emotion she felt.
"Maybe she just wanted you shackled to the bed. A quick way for her to get rid of you, without having to fight you." Richard thought out loud as he looked at Nick.
"Why not give him the sleeping potion too?" Camille asked.
"She didn't count on me being there. I came unexpected." Nick said.
"Why not wait until you were at the station with us?" Camille looked at Richard.
Yes, that was strange. Why do that? "Maybe she just wanted to-" Richard stopped himself.
"What?" Nick asked.
"Humiliate you." He finished softly. He didn't want to hurt the other man. He knew enough about humiliation.
"I'm sorry." Camille said softly to Nick.
"Yeah, I'm sorry too." He slammed the coffee mug down on the table. "I'm sorry that I didn't see this coming." He stood up angrily. "I was such a fool. I was even stupid enough to come after her, all this way."
"Yes, what's the story behind that? Why did you come after her?" Richard inquired.
"What are you doing?" Camille asked as she stood up too.
Nick shrugged angrily.
Camille suddenly noticed how tall he was. And how broad and strong. He hovered over her threateningly. Eventhough there was a table between them. This man was filled with rage and sadness but it was that rage that she was worried about. He began to walk away.
"Nick!" Camille uttered as she walked around the table swiftly and grabbed his arm to stop him and twist him around. "Stop." She urged softly as she looked up in his angry blue eyes. "Where are you going?" She inquired in a worried, sweet voice.
Nick stepped back, away from her grip. "I don't know." All the feeling was gone from his voice.
"What about the case?" Richard asked. He was standing next to Camille now. They still had questions.
"It's enough for now." Nick told Richard clearly as he turned away from them.
"Won't you help us?" Camille asked at his back.
"I don't care anymore." He began to walk again.
"Self pity isn't going to help right now." Camille told him fiercely.
Nick turned around and almost growled at her. Richard stood in front of her before she could even blink.
"Leave me alone Camille. I need to break something." Nick snapped angrily as he turned his back towards her and began to walk again.
Camille went after him. "Don't be stupid!"
"Camille." Richard warned.
"Use your energy to find her! No one has any use of your wallowing in self-pity." She called after him.
Richard grabbed her upper arm. "Camille, leave him be." He pleaded. "Please, calm down." He urged softly. He didn't want them to fly at each others throats, and it looked like things were going to escalate soon at the rate they were going.
"What did you say?" Nick asked as he turned around and suddenly looked into the eyes of Richard who had positioned himself in front of Camille protectively again.
Richard cleared his throat. "She meant that we could use more information. There are still parts missing. You know how it works."
Nick took a threatening step towards Richard and looked down at him.
Richard almost cringed but wouldn't let himself.
"If this was the other way around; if this was Camille that had done all these things to you, would you still not understand why I need space and time?! Would the two of you still be in my face, while I told you to back off?! I'm not your employee Detective Inspector. The case is over."
"It's far from over I would say." Richard told him honestly and without any feeling. He needed to stay practical.
Nick shook his head as he walked off.
"Nick!" Camille called after him irritated as she passed Richard easily. What the hell was he thinking?! She needed him to be on board to get to Kris as fast as they could! She suddenly felt a hand on her arm, warm and forcing her back.
"Let him go." Richard urged as he pulled her towards him.
"He needs to help us solve this case." Camille explained heatedly.
Nick had been right. If it had been Camille that had done this, he would be heart broken. He would need time alone, to think, or to be too. "Give him some space first." Richard urged as he tried to keep her close to him and away from Nick with force.
"He can have all the space he wants once this is over!" Camille snapped as she loosened herself from his grip easily. "We need all hands on deck for this one."
"He cares about her. It's difficult for him." Richard explained.
"O! And you know so much about that don't you? Having lost the love of your life." Camille suddenly snapped as she walked back to her chair and grabbed her bag from it.
"You wanted me to talk to him." Richard uttered astonished as he followed her.
"And you said you couldn't talk to him like a man." She sneered as she put the bag over her shoulder and marched off.
"What's the matter with you?! I just tried to be helpful!" Richard ran after her clumsily. "Camille! Would you just stop!" He grabbed her arm again and stopped her. She looked at him. Her eyes were watery.
She was wrong, and she knew it. Why was she jealous of a woman he had loved so deeply? A woman that wasn't in his life right now? O, how she felt so angry! "You didn't have to step between us." Camille snapped. She looked at his hand on her arm warningly. And why was she so angry at a man that was hurt and needed time for himself?
Richard let go of her arm immediately. "Yes I did. He's a very big man."
"Nothing I couldn't have handled. I don't need you for that!" She fired at Richard. "You know that I am good at hand to hand combat. This is the third time you stepped between me and someone else in these lost couple of days!" She uttered frustrated.
"Because you were in danger." Richard explained matter of factly. Why was she acting like this?! Why wouldn't she understand?
"I wasn't in any direct danger!"
"Maybe you act so impulsively that you don't realize it when you are in danger!" He told her in a practical know-it-all voice.
"Maybe you shouldn't treat me like I'm a little child!" Camille warned as she pinned a finger into his chest.
"You stepped in front of a gun!" Richard barked heatedly as he wanted to slap her finger away.
"Kris wasn't going to shoot!" She shouted as she clenched both her fists at him in annoyance. Why couldn't he understand?!
"Yes she was! When is it going to get into that stubborn French head of yours that Kris wasn't just playing around! She aimed a gun at you!" Richard shouted.
"When is it going to get into that thick stupid English head of yours that I don't need your help or interference!" She shouted as she pushed him back and stalked off. "And the gun wasn't loaded!" She growled into nothingness.
"You-" He began as he wanted to march behind her.
"-Richard no." A voice ordered and he froze immediately. He looked at the source of the voice and saw Catherine there. She shook her head. "This isn't about you." She explained. "Come." She walked back to the bar and poured him some tea.
Richard looked at where Camille had just stalked off, but she was gone. He walked towards the bar slowly. His legs felt heavy. The air around him felt like a big, dark cloud he had to wade through.
"This is about Kris." Catherine explained as she put the tea in front of him. "And about Camille's heart being broken."
"I'm sorry. We shouldn't have- Shouted like that..." Richard apologised clumsily as he realized that there were other people in the bar. Although, not a lot at the moment. He had totally forgotten about his surroundings. That happened more often when Camille was around.
"I'm glad that you stepped in front of ma chere to protect her. But you have to know that she doesn't take that sort of thing very well. And also... These last things she shouted.. She was just looking for an excuse to fight." Catherine explained as she took a seat behind the bar. She'd pitied the man the moment she saw how Camille reacted to Nick. Catherine had seen clearly that it hadn't really been about the words Nick and Camille had spoken then, but the fire and the anger that was being exchanged bubbled up and needed an outlet. And Richard was in the middle of it. He had tried with his kind heart to protect Camille, but maybe Camille needed protecting from herself sometimes. Catherine knew well enough when Camille needed to be left alone. There was almost no reasoning with her when she needed to vent her anger. Everything that was said from then on would only lead to an explosion. Catherine was afraid that Camille would then say things she didn't mean and regretted later, like we all did sometimes. That's why she'd stopped Richard.
"What? Why?" Richard asked confused.
Catherine sighed. "That is what we French women sometimes do." Catherine quipped with a raised brow as she studied the English man in front of her with a melancholic smile. She had begun to care for this man. "She lost a friend Richard. Not just a friend... She was like a sister. And ma chere.. She bottles it up. And then explodes sooner or later. Or explodes immediately. She's in pain. And she doesn't handle pain very well... Do any of us?"
"Yes... Yes I know...At least... I thought I knew." He stirred his tea. "But every time I think I understand her, I don't."
"This situation Richard... It has us all rattled. I think she doesn't understand herself right now. I don't even understand. We're all confused and hurt. Especially Nick and Camille. It's so hurtful when someone you love... Betrays you."
Richard nodded. This moment felt special. Catherine had never talked about Camille like this. She had never confided in him. And it felt like she did now. "Err... I... I would..." He started but couldn't get the words out as he looked at his tea.
"Oui?" She urged.
Richard swallowed. He looked up at her. "I was trying to- Err... Comfort her... In a way... And..." He looked at the way Camille had disappeared. "I don't- I don't seem to find...Err... A way... That... That helps?" He began to blush insecurely.
"You want to comfort her?" Catherine asked as she studied the man that she had gotten to know as stiff and cold. She'd always imagined there was something deeper in him, warmer even. It was starting to show more and more. A caring and warm person beneath the whining, complaining and barking he did.
"Yes, err... Well... As a friend... Yes... I was wondering..." He took the spoon and put it back in his tea cup. "Would you...Maybe... Know... What could help because whatever I try seems to... Backfire." Who better then to ask her own mother? This seemed like the best opportunity while Catherine was in a sharing mood and didn't seem annoyed by him, for once...
Catherine sighed. "O Richard. I don't think it backfires. Ma chere is a fiery woman." She said kindly as she stood up from her stool and began to clean the bar. "I think what helps the most is you being yourself." She proposed.
"Err... No... I don't think so."
"Ahh oui. It has gotten you this far with her. You two have a special friendship, don't you?" She studied him. "I can't give you advice like that Richard. She doesn't come with a manual. It's something you need to feel." She put her hand against her chest to emphasize that. "Something you need to learn about, with each other." She shrugged. "That's how we get to know each other better I think."
Feel? Great. That advice was useless. He was awful with feeling. "O, okay." He mumbled disapointed as he took a sip of his tea. He had expected more from her mother. Maybe he had indeed hoped for some sort of manual. A manual he could read to know in every situation how to handle Camille. Or more importantly, to understand her often impulsive, confusing behavior. And also, to get closer to her, he thought fondly.
"You should just be yourself. She likes you as you are." Catherine told him honestly.
Richard shook his head. "When I see other people... They are so much easier with comforting her.. And when I try to do the same thing, she wants to bite my head off."
"Richard, I could tell you what to do and give you lots of tips. But then it wouldn't be you it's coming from. She wants you as you are. And not as someone else instructed you to act. And oui, it would be easier if you could talk better or could comfort her just the way she needs at that moment. But that isn't you, she knows that."
"What are you saying? That I should just give up to try and comfort her?" He asked confused.
"Non. I'm saying to find your own way. A way that feels good to you. You'll get there." She assured him. "You're in her heart already, you've got room to experiment there. She's very loyal. Once you're in there, you won't tumble out of their easily. Oui, she could bark, as you've learned already many times. But she won't bite that fast anymore as she did in the beginning. Ma chere is very sweet behind that fierce barking exterior. She's worth the trouble."
Richard nodded uneasily. He wanted to thank Catherine, but for some reason, the words wouldn't leave his lips. He nodded again as he buried himself in his tea.
"She's in pain Richard." Catherine reminded him softly. "Kris is still in her heart too. That's why it's so painful for her. I think... There's a lot going on inside of her right now. That makes her prickly."
"That's why I want to help."
"And you are."
"By having a shouting match?!" He asked confused. Maybe he should really stick to his books, puzzles and murder cases. This was just too much. Too complicated. He had tried it and it just didn't work. Not well enough.
"Maybe one piece of advice. If she shouts like that, let her be. She needs to cool off before she sees reason again."
Richard nodded. "She can be very unreasonable." He agreed.
"Like you can too." Catherine reminded him.
"I-" He began immediately, to defend himself again but he froze when he saw the look on Catherine's face. His shoulders sagged. "Maybe." He admitted softly with difficulty.
"You're so easy with calling us French and blaming us for that." Catherine said as she finished cleaning the bar and looked at him. "But tell me; how do English woman react? Do they never get angry? Do they do exactly what you want? Do they understand you fully?" She asked as she studied him.
Richard cleared his throat and then avoided making eye-contact. No, they didn't. He couldn't answer. The words wouldn't leave his lips. And he couldn't meet her eyes.
"Well, I have work to do." Catherine said as she breezed off towards a client.
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