Sitting with her shoulders as straight as she could get them, the brunette agent let her dark, hardened eyes flicker over to the woman with the gun in her hand.
Christina grinned to the angered woman that sat on the couch. "You've got nice eyes, cutie."
Emily shifted her glaring eyes to the Italian detective that sat on the couch across the carpet from her, her teeth gritting and grinding at the cold feeling against her temple.
The blond slowly circled the beautiful brunette with the fractured shoulder, the barrel of the gun gliding gracefully along her forehead before it made it to her other temple. "You got a boyfriend?"
"No," Emily whispered, feeling the couch dip beside her when her captor sat herself down.
"Now why are you all angry looking? I complimented you and ya' didn't even crack a smile."
On the short drive from Jane's apartment to this one, the blond woman had been making crude comments about the injured detective the entire time. Emily could have scoffed. She'd never let that bitch see her smile, see her break.
Christina frowned at the silence the woman gave her and turned her gaze to the other injured brunette. "Do you know why she has a problem with me?"
Jane's dark eyes flickered over to the youngest of them there, keeping her gaze as soft as she could so she didn't anger her. "I could only guess."
Pressing the gun harder against the FBI agent's skull, the captor let her tongue journey over her chapped lips. "You're pretty good looking too," she chuckled, her free hand gently massaging Emily's arm that sit in the sling. "You two together? That'd make a pretty sexy couple."
Emily let her eyes soften on her friend at the sight of a familiar look behind those brown orbs that the younger woman held. She knew exactly what she was thinking. If they didn't get out of here, they'd never get the chance to be together.
"Huh?" Christina praised herself for bringing a grimace out of the FBI agent, her hand squeezing at her injured shoulder. "You gonna answer me or not?"
Quickly shaking her head, Jane forced the nineteen year old's eyes to look back over towards her. "Not yet, no."
"Not yet? That's cute," she chuckled. "What's standing there to not make it a no?"
Emily let out a breath. "We haven't been on a date yet, but we've been planning it." She heard her voice threatening to crack as she looked to the woman who had been stabbed with a shard of glass only a few days prior. "She's everything I've been looking for."
Jane could only give a half nod to the beautiful brunette woman. They couldn't start crying, they just couldn't.
Not even thinking to stop the grin from forming on her face, Christina leaned forward and nudged the ivory woman's cheek with her nose. "Wonder what it would be like for you two to have sex."
Clenching her jaw, Emily forced her eyes to meet those of the blond by her side. "What are you doing with us?" she ground out, her hand holding the arm that was put into the hospital sling. "Why don't you just kill us already?"
"Oh hon, you know my MO," she laughed heartily. "It hasn't been a month yet."
Emily bit down hard on her bottom lip as the younger woman's fingers trailed down her slender neck.
Christina flipped to the back of her hand, letting the knuckles of her fingers trace along the veins that were popping from the FBI agent's neck. "I'm not even sure of who I want to kill yet."
Bullshit. The eldest of the women there had the biggest inkling that Christina knew exactly who she wanted to kill, but she wouldn't dare give it away. That wasn't in the profile. "So? What do you plan on doing with us in that time?"
"Anything I want," she whispered, letting her lips dance ever so lightly against the raven haired woman's chiseled cheek. "I'm the one with the gun."