"Cause I'm dangerously in love with you"-Beyonce
The silence in her room was disrupted as her watch alarm went off. She sat up in her bed and swung her legs over the side and made her way to her bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror as she opened her prescription bottles full of pills that had names she couldn't even pronounce. As she filled her cup with water her thoughts drifted off.
She was trying to understand her feelings on a certain vigilante that had come into her life two and a half years ago. Man he pissed her off all the time when he would run through the streets of New York shooting people in the knee caps. It was like he didn't care that he had the whole alphabet soup of government agencies after him. Not to mention the added stress he brought into her life. Man he made raising a teenage boy easy.
She let out a small laugh as she washed downed her pain medication. He had become a permanent fixture in her life. She couldn't deny she enjoyed all the things the shared. It was like she couldn't imagine her life without him somewhere in it.
She liked the breakfasts and cups of coffee they shared almost every morning and the banter between them. She liked his voice when he said her name. She liked his salt and pepper hair and that adorable cowlick he tried to glue down to his head with hair gel. She liked the color of his eyes. It was like she couldn't function through a single day without seeing or hearing from him at least once a day. God, she loved him.
The smile on her face fell from her face like a ton of bricks as she dropped the cup that was in her hand. No she didn't love him he was just a really good friend. She wasn't in love with him, she couldn't be. She did what she did for him because they were "just friends". She stopped chasing him because he saved her life. She tampered with federal evidence and drugged a stranger because they were "just friends". She was okay with risking her career to save him because he was a good man and he was her friend. She was willing to disarm a bomb vest without proper gear because he was her friend. She let him kiss her and she kissed him back because they were "just friends" She forgot all her training and put herself in the line of fire so Simmons couldn't get another shot off at him because they were friends. She took a 22mm slug to the chest without a vest because they were just friends. No she wasn't in love with him.
Her back hit the bathroom wall as she slowly sank to the floor. She clutched her hands to stop them from shaking. She did all she did for him because she was in love with him. She was so in love with him. She was so in love that it was dangerous and the realization shook her to the core. What was she going to do?