A/N: I know it has been a long wait once again, so two chapters in one update.
"What do you mean you haven't seen her yet?" Miles yelled indignantly.
"I spend the whole two hours, think about it, T-W-O damn H-O-U-R-S, listening about the importance of reports and how it can be life or death situation if I wrote approximately at 9 o'clock instead of at 9:07. Can you imagine how it felt like?" Miles was too angry to stay quiet. "And on top of that I had to play mind games with that Stanhope guy who couldn't answer even the simplest question without turning it against me as if he was some kind of spy. Like asking him what do you think about the weather and getting back between lines something like 'I'm not going to answer your question in fear that you can deduce where I came from out of my answer'. And my partner, the one who got me into this, did nothing. What the fuck, Ford?"
Miles looked like he was only one step from killing him so James decided it was time to stop fun and pacify him a little.
"Well, you were the one who was afraid to lose me to that girl. How could I leave you alone? Especially if there was a chance for you to find our dirty cop without me going anywhere near her."
Well, to be honest, at first James was determined to meet Ana-Lucia like they had planned. But the moment he caught sight of her he knew he couldn't do that. Not when all he could see was her corpse in that damn bunker.
"You mean you weren't going to meet her in the first place? And still you let me took those two?" Miles looked at him with shocked expression. "You conned me, you bastard. You bloody conned me."
"On the bright side, now we know that she's the one. So we're one step closer to catch our fugitives and it's all because of you."
"Nah-ah. Stop this bullshit. I'm not one of your girls who are ready to do anything just for you calling them pretty. No matter how important you'll say I'm, I'm not going anywhere near her. I'm staying here and you can bloody do your work yourself."
"As you wish. But that way it'll be hard for me to explain in the report what'd been your part in the end."
No, Miles was determined not to let Jim do that again. The bastard spent too much time pretending to be a conman. But that meant all those hours could be for nothing and he didn't like that idea.
"Shit! Okay, I'm going. But I hate you, really, really hate you." Miles muttered giving up finally.
James smiled inwardly; it was too much fun teasing Miles. He did hope Miles would get his memories soon, because he hated the idea of leaving him behind.