DPOV
A bad start to the morning, an awkward drive home, a police bust, and the day wasn't even over. It was just the start to a long night.
We all walked into Jesse's office, grateful that everyone had gone home for the night except for a few late workers and the custodians.
We hadn't sat down for two seconds before Jesse decided break town was over.
"Let's get this started."
"Dude, are you even aware of the word relax?" Christian asked plopping down on one of the chairs. "It's been a pretty traumatizing night in case you haven't noticed."
Jesse searched his desk for his phone charger and then pulled out a handful of yellow folders. Lissa sat on one of a chair far across the office and Rose sat on the other end of the chair so they wouldn't be separated. They kept moving as one, hovering protectively over each other.
After tonight, I couldn't hold it against them.
I'm almost positive that if Christian and I were two teenage girls and super close that we'd be hugging and holding on to each other too after tonight.
"I'd like to get this done because the sooner we get their story," Jesse started gesturing to Rose and Lissa, "The sooner I can go in and talk to Mikhail and Jesse."
"What is your problem? You've been acting weird since we left your place."
"Something you want to tell us?" I asked leaning back in the chair.
"I'm sorry, I think this "traumatic" night affect me to and I'm suffering from memory loss. I thought I was your boss."
Christian bit the side of his cheek and said, "you are," through gritted teeth.
"And don't both of you report to me?"
His fist clinched.
"Yes."
"Good. Now that we're clear on our job titles, here's what's going to happen."
Jesse moved around the table to face Rose and Lissa. "You two need to clean your selves up. Suck up whatever childhood emotion crap that's going through your minds and pull your sleeves together. If I lose this case over two faulty teenage girls that cant hold it together long enough there will be serious hell to pay," he finished, typing on his phone.
That was it.
The last straw.
Christian snapped before I did though.
He stood up from the chair kicking it back onto the floor. He was in front of Jesse in a flash, tossing his phone against the wall so that it smashed into three separate pieces.
Christian turned on Jesse then shoving him against the wall of his office where framed awards of recognition fell to the floor, glass shattering.
I stood slowly not really eager to stop this from happening.
Jesse needed a wake up call.
"I am so SICK and tired of your bull and your crappy attitude! You think because you sign our paychecks and have a high job position that anyone will just kiss your ass? You are seriously mistaken!"
"You must have taken your stupid pill this morning to be crazy enough to even touch me!"
Jesse pulled back then to hit Christian.
Christian was quicker though.
He ducked caught Jesse in the mouth and again across the jaw.
There was definitely a lot of fighting today.
Was it a Friday the thirteenth or something?
I grabbed a hold of Christian's jacket, deciding the brawl had gone on long enough.
"I can't even tell you how good that felt."
"I can imagine. I wish it had been me first," I said sheepishly.
Christian laughed and patted my arm. "Next time buddy."
Jesse leaned up, his lip bleeding.
"You're dead," he mutters wiping his lip.
"And yet somehow I don't really care at the moment" Christian laughs.
Jesse walks to the door.
"When I get back I want you gone."
"That was probably a bad career move," I point out, the door closing behind Jesse.
"Probably. We'll let the boss lady figure it out. Right now, I just want to go home and bask in the thrill of my fist making contact with his face."
I shook my head smiling.
"I hope you're drunk. That way you can plead fault by alcohol or maybe even insanity when Kirova asks what happened."
"Who's Kirova?" Lissa asked.
I'd nearly forgotten Rose and Lissa were even there. They were so quiet. Rose had pulled her feet up onto the chair to avoid getting slashed by the glass on the floor and she huddled into Lissa shivering, even with my jacket around her. Lissa seemed a bit calmer than she had when we first found her.
She collected her self, sitting straight up in the chair, an arm around Rose protectively.
"She's Jesse's boss so our boss' boss. She checks in on us usually but she's normally preoccupied by Internal Affairs work. She's working on some big case that involves a mole here in the FBI," Christian explained.
"Oh."
He went over and kneeled in front of her.
"Are you leaving with me?"
"What about Mikhail and Ambrose?"
Rose flinched at the mention of their names.
"You've both been through enough tonight," I said my eyes on Rose.
She glanced at me briefly and then looked down.
"I don't think I can just go home when we're needed-"
"Nothing else for either of you two to do," Christian interrupted. "This undercover thing is over. It was a bad idea from the start. Your job ends here. You both are completely free…until we close this case and go to trial or Jesse wins Kirova's favor and decides it's best to put you back on the case again but we'll try to not let that happen," Christian said rushing through the last part.
Lissa smiled.
"Good enough for now."
"So are you coming with me?"
Liss sat and thought about it for the briefest of moments before saying, "It's not like I have any place else to go tonight."
Christian laughed.
"I'll take that. Not to mention it's best that you two are separated for a while. Safety precaution. I'll be a better protector than I have been in the last few days."
Lissa looked at Rose. She nodded slightly and leaned up to let Lissa stand up to leave.
"You can always call me Rosie and I'll call you and-"
"Go Liss," Rose croaked.
Lissa nodded, hugged her friend and left with Christian the door clicking shut behind them.
Rose sat on the chair in a small ball looking at me expectantly.
"Can we go home?" Rose asked, unsure of the use of the word home.
"Let's go."
I lifted her into my arms again seeing as she was still shoeless and we walked out of the office leaving this day and all of the trouble that came with it behind us.