CHAPTER 78

HOW COULD YOU HATE A BEAUTIFUL DEAD GIRL?

"Time for Carmen's first English lesson." The UnSub's voice broke the silence.

Clara smirked, listening intently. Carmen? She had always loved that name. Its origin was from Latin, meaning "ode" or "poem", as in "Patrium Carmen" - ode to the motherland. Carmen was also the root of the English word charm, which Angie was sure full of.

The UnSub put an old book on the table in front of them and started to explain some basic grammar. He made both girls repeat after him. Belita was not bad with the words and the grammar, but her pronunciation was so wrong and she had no idea how to use prepositions whatsever.

Angie caught on something – the UnSub was very nice and patient while teaching, but then he turned into an asshole when it was Belita's turn to repeat something. He seemed impatient for her to improve her bad pronunciation. It was as if he had flipped the switch, at that very moment.

"Fill the gaps, Carmen." He pushed the book closer to her after he had given her a few minutes to get used to the lesson.

"Uhm…I want to buy a apple and a pear." Angie said slowly, struggling with English, or so it seemed.

"An apple." He corrected her.

"I am going to an concert." She continued.

"A concert!" He corrected her again.

"But, you just said to use an." She protested.

"Only when the next word starts with a vowel."

"What is bowel?"

"Vowel!"

"What is vowel?" She was relentless and just so damn good at making someone tick.

The UnSub lost his patience. He stood up, making the book and his glass of water fall down, from the table.

"Why can't you be like her!?" His words did not make much sense. Belita was not all that good, so why would Angie strive to be like her? Unless 'her' was not directed to Belita, but to someone else.

Anger took over him and he started pulling on his hair, which Angie profiled immediately.

"Trichotillomania - also called hair-pulling disorder, is a mental disorder that involves recurrent, irresistible urges to pull out hair from your scalp, eyebrows or other areas of your body, despite trying to stop. One of the two ways this disorder can be is 'focused' - some people pull their hair intentionally to relieve tension or distress, for example, pulling hair out to get relief from the overwhelming urge to pull hair. Some people may develop elaborate rituals for pulling hair, such as finding just the right hair or biting pulled hairs. One of the two emotions that may trigger it is negative emotions. Pulling of the hair is a way of dealing with negative or uncomfortable feelings, such as stress, anxiety, tension, boredom, loneliness, fatigue or frustration. One of the major risk factors is stress, as severely stressful situations or events may trigger trichotillomania in some people." Angie, the good nerd, started remembering specific passages of a book she had once read.

"I hope he eats his own hair and gets a trichobezoar in his digestive tract." She added with a devilish smirk, only speaking to herself mentally, without making a sound.

Her silent monologue prevented her from hearing how he called her 'stupid' and she was also unable to read all of his verbal signs of what was about to happen.

The next thing Clara, Jack, Mae and Kevin heard was a loud slap across the face and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that it had been Angie to receive it.

"Mae, where are we at with the local police?" Jack asked instantly.

"Informed and ready to breach, on my command. They are at the exit of the highway now, waiting for command. It will take them around three minutes to get to the location." Mae informed him.

"No!" Clara put her hand up in the air.

"No? She's a freaking kid! She has no training and she is about to get her ass kicked! What do you mean 'no'? I am responsible for her life. All she had to do here was help us with the interviews. We needed her knowledge of Spanish, not her life and soul!" Jack shook his head.

This was turning into that first case he ever worked with Clara where she had been so stubborn to continue her undercover, that she had ended up in a hospital for the next three days. This was exactly why he disliked Angie – she was the spitting image of Clara, when she was younger.

"I said no!" Clara put her hand over Mae's, sensing that she was about to send that command to the police.

"Three minutes of police sirens approaching, and this kid would be dead, along with the other hostage." Clara pointed out and to that, nobody could say a thing. It was simply a fact.

"Give her time to play it out…" Clara pleased, glancing over to Jack.

"I no like violent." Angie said, holding her hand against her now burning cheek.

"Learn English first and maybe then try to tell me what you no like." He mocked her with his last couple of words.

Belita gave her a look, as if to ask her if she was crazy to be irritating this man.

"I'm sorry. I will be try better. Promise." Angie hated having to plea, even if it was on pretense, but the moment was calling for it.

"I have to go now." The UnSub had been checking his watch quite often and as soon as the hour hand hit a specific number, he went back to calm and collected. "Get in the car. I'm driving you back home and I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"What? Just like that?" Jack found this to be suspicious, as soon as Clara translated the UnSub's words for him.

They drove in antagonizing silence for what seemed like an hour. During that time, Clara received a text message from the number she had contacted a day ago, letting them know Angie was working on a case with her.

"What do you mean she's with you!?"

Clara smirked, making Mae judge her a little bit. What could be so funny when this poor girl was with the UnSub, God knows where?

"Relax. She'll be fine." Clara replied to that text subtly.

"WILL be fine!? What has happened to her?"

"There might have been a little…situation." Clara replied right away, because she knew each second she waited was going to result in an hour more of torturing, if that person got their hands on her.

"IS SHE OKAY!?"

"You know her – she's just fine. She might even be coming back, right now…" Clara wanted to be honest, she just did not have the balls to type out what was really going on, so she dropped a few hints.

"Coming back? From where? JESUS, CLARA, HAS SHE BEEN KIDNAPPED?"

"Uhm, not really. She did go, willingly." Clara could not remember a time in her life when she had typed faster than at that moment.

"She would willingly swallow a whole cow if she was hungry, but that doesn't mean it's what would be best for her!"

"I do miss your sarcasm…" Clara sighed. Yes, that person was pissed.

"And I sure as Hell am going to miss your ass, right after I kill you with my bare hands!"

"Oh, you better watch out, my love. Threatening a Federal Agent is a punishable crime." Clara searched for an emoticon of a smirking face and, weirdly, in the era of technology there still was none. At least none that she could find.

"Oh, then you better take into consideration who you're talking to, my love!"

Clara exhaled sharply. She was not new to exchanging pleasantries with that person, but for the most part – it really was love between them.

"Come on. It's her we're talking about." Clara tried to argue.

"EXACTLY!"

"I mean that she's got a good head on her shoulders, she'll be alright. She's been raised right." Clara's text helped calm the other person down a bit. Just a tiny little bit.

"Fine. But you better update me on the spot, if something happens…or, I swear I'll be dancing over your bloody body!"

"As long as you are dancing naked… :P " Clara was feeling extra spicy. Then again, her conversations with that person often were way above any rating for profanity.

"Get lost, Seger. Or get laid. Whichever comes first…no pun intended."

"Hey! No need to be rude! Bye!" Clara put her phone down when she heard a noise from Angie's microphone.

The UnSub had been driving for a while now, in silence, until Angie broke it.

"Embalse niña bonita!" She stated, pointing at the same reservoir that she had asked about, on their way there.

"Ok, this is her telling us that they really are on their way back. So far, so good." Clara deducted, by what she was hearing on the intercom.

"This no way to mine house." Angie, or rather Carmen, said, a little after that.

Clara froze. Her hands were now grabbing the wooden chair and her jaw was clenched.

"Estación de El Cano…" Angie read a sign out loud. "In English – train station."

"Good job!" The UnSub looked at her with a smile before he made a left turn and the car stopped moving.

Belita opened the door and Angie had to communicate that.

"Is this where you live? Cool building. I like the round blue windows, makes it look like a submarine." Angie said in Spanish, so this time it was Kevin who translated it to the team.

"English only!" The UnSub scolded the girls who were now chuckling about the submarine reference.

"Sorry, Professor." Angie said with the sweetest smile.

He had never told her what to call him. It was Belita who had shared that with her and he did not know this. So, hearing her call him 'Professor' now made him like her even more, thinking she did so out of her own spontaneous will. It definitely flattered his ego and it was exactly what Angie wanted to accomplish.

"Time tomorrow?" Belita asked.

"I will pick you up at ten." He said, waving at her and quickly driving off.

Angie noticed he checked his watch three more times, while driving. Clearly, he was in a hurry to go somewhere.

"I will pick you up at quarter-to-ten tomorrow. You better know how to cook." He stated, now driving down a street she could recognize.

"I very good cook. I do chicken and the spices well." Angie spoke, as Carmen.

"Good, I'll pick up some chicken after class today."

"Gooooooood girl!" Jack nearly yelled when he heard the first actual cluee that could help them figure out the UnSub's identity.

"What did I miss?" Kevin questioned, since everyone was now acting so proud of his fellow Trainee.

"She kept him talking and he revealed something about himself. He spoke about a class…" Mae started off.

"He must be a high-school teacher. It's about time for the afternoon classes to start and Angie mentioned earlier that he has been checking his watch often. Plus, he wants Belita to call him 'Professor'. So, he could even be a university staff member, but I doubt that. Everything points to an inferiority complex he is trying to work out, so if he wants to be called a professor, he surely isn't one in real life. He must be just a teacher." Clara continued Mae's words.

"Is it just me, or is Angie actually good at this?" Kevin cringed, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer to that question. He, on the other hand, was doing nothing and contributing little to the case, other than translating in real time. But then again, wasn't this all they were supposed to do anyway?

"Extremely good!" Jack was now on the edge of his seat, waiting to hear more of the conversation.

"Thank you for drive home. I need you be safe, okay?" Angie said politely, when she saw the UnSub turn the corner to the building where he had picked her up from, almost two hours ago.

"Shh." Clara made Jack shut up, sadly, at a moment when he was willingly going to give Angie another compliment.

"That's them!" Clara stood up after she heard the sound of an old car, approaching.

From the corner of the window, she was able to catch a glimpse of the car's license plate, although she was sure Angie had already memorized that. She just hadn't been so sure she'd get to see Angie again, to ask her about it.

Mae was now running it through a very limited Cuban vehicle database, sadly coming up with nothing. The plates were bogus.

"Promise me you safe?" Angie pushed it, but it wasn't really him that she was talking to. No. She was making a plea to the team to not jump out and arrest him. So far, they had absolutely no evidence against him, other than him being a creep who physically abused her, by hitting her.

"Don't worry. I'm safe. Heck, there's a guard circling the parking lot, making sure nobody messes with my car while I'm at work." He laughed, letting slip one more vital piece of information.

Mae would then later use this information to narrow down the schools and universities that had a guard in the courtyard, especially by the parking lot.

"Ok, bye!" She said cheerfully, hopping out of the car and waltzing towards the building.

The car disappeared while Clara was still trying to explain to Jack that it had been Angie's wish to not bust this man right then and there. Jack was ready – gun in hand, will in his heart.

A minute later, Angie knocked on the door three times slow and then one fast double knock.

"It must be her." Mae pointed out.

"Sure it is. She knocked in rhythm of Salsa." Clara had an inner nerd in her and sometimes, not too often, she would let it out to play. Plus, she loved Salsa.

"Oh, thank God! I would have hated you so much if you cost me my badge!" Jack exhaled with relief, but still, he welcomed Angie back with a hug, as he was the one who opened the door for her.

"How could you hate a beautiful dead girl?" She chuckled, seemingly unbothered by the fact that she had, basically been kidnapped.

"Can you take us to his house?" Jack questioned, wondering if her orientation skills were as good as her survival ones.

"I can." Angie nodded.

When she failed to say anything else, Jack knew he was in for a treat.

"But, I won't." She could have said that, without the long and awkward pause.

"What do you mean?" Mae was new to anyone having the audacity to speak up in front of Jack. Usually, people feared his authority.

"Well, first of all – it would be rude. You're not invited." She smirked. "And yeah, there really isn't a second reason."

"How about putting a killer behind bars. That reason enough for you, young lady?"

"On what grounds? We have no proof yet. The way I see it – I'm just hanging out with a very creepy and abusive dude. God knows how many of those are walking free, oh, please let's let another one roam the streets when the court sees it all as circumstantial evidence, which, by the way, we don't even have!" Angie sat on a chair, hearing one of its tiny legs snap, so she ended up with her ass on the floor. It did not even make her wince. Could anything bother that girl? Anything at all?

"She does make a good point…" Clara shrugged.

"I'm going back in tomorrow and we'll see if I can get any more information on him."

"No, you're not."

"Uh, yes I am."

"No, you are not."

"Yes, I am."

"Fine, you are…" Jack finally gave up.

Screw the similarities between her and Clara. Clara was an angel, compared to this one and her feisty attitude.

"Yey!" Angie clapped her hands, looking like a happy child, still sitting on the floor.

Mae busied herself, trying to find a place they can go eat and Kevin was more than happy to follow her to the little corner by the window, as she was hoping there would be some sort of reception for her phone in there.

Jack took his sweet time to relax outside, holding a Cuban cigar in one hand.

Clara's idea of a good time was to sit back and keep her eyes on Angie for as long as possible, before Angie would snap.

Five minutes into her sick little game, and Angie was still fine. She was not an idiot, of course she knew what Clara was doing, those eyes of hers were burning holes into Angie's slim frame.

Seven minutes into the game, Angie had now stood up and she was singing a song, by the window.

One more minute and Angie was now blaming herself for not having tried the rice that Belita had cooked. Maybe it wasn't too bad? The UnSub was probably a picky eater – something that Angela most definitely was not. She was starving, she'd eat just about anything at that moment.

"Jesus Christ, woman. Speak!" Angie finally gave up.

One second she was fine, then all of a sudden she was rolling her eyes and almost yelling at Clara.

"One point for me." Clara smirked at her victory after cracking Angie's patience.

"I'm not a child. I don't do points anymore." Angie folded her arms in front of her chest. "Use that big mouth of yours, I know it works. I've seen it in full function just recently."

"Oh, this is just mean!" Clara pretended to be offended.

"Yup, what can I say? I'm a bitch!" Angie smirked.

"That you are."

"Can we go back to pretending to not like each other?"

"Who said I was pretending?"

"I know your heart basically beats for me, and only me." Angie teased.

"That might be somewhat true. Sadly." Clara could not help but laugh.

"I don't have all day here. What is it that you wanted to tell me?" Angie shifted the focus of their pointless conversation back to the whatever reason for Clara's judgy looks earlier.

Instead of putting it verbally, Clara let her know all she wanted to tell her, with a gesture.

Angie raised her hand up in the air, meeting Clara's, for a sounding high five. It was better than any compliment words could ever form.

"I wasn't pretending, either." Angie then moved two steps back, she knew Clara had a short fuse.

"You know you love me, XOXO." Clara made a stupid face.

"I have to love you when you're making Gossip Girl references." Angie chuckled, giving in and letting Clara win, this time.


"Daddy, but we haven't even had breakfast yet!" Henry protested when the first thing he saw in the morning was his father's frame, hovering above him, and yet he was still in Emily's bed.

Will had driven JJ to Emily's and was now going to take Henry back home.

"Oh, we got invited?" Emily raised an eyebrow.

She remembered JJ had specified Saturday as a possible day for the start of the case, yet she wasn't aware that at 7 am they were supposed to be ready to leave. Not that it was of any inconvenience to the woman whose nickname was literally International Woman of Mystery. Emily would never take more than two minutes to be ready to hop to another continent and she would always have everything she needed with her. A lifetime of traveling had taught her how to keep the important possessions at hand, at all times. Unfortunately, it had not taught her how to keep the important people close to her, as well.

"I called, seven times. Then I texted, three times. I also e-mailed, twice." JJ said sternly. She was not a fan of early mornings.

"Well, I haven't had the chance to check the group chat. You guys spam it like crazy!" Emily bit the tip of her pointy finger, looking at JJ guiltily.

"No, all of the above was to your personal accounts. I spammed the group chat with photos of vanilla flavored, chocolate-sprinkled donuts, instead."

"That was an oddly specific craving." Emily laughed. "Third one better be a girl!"

"Oh, Hell no. Don't even. No, no, don't go there, Emily!" JJ felt numb at the thought of possibly having another child.

"Well, with all the bullet points you checked last night…" Emily trailed off, putting it in code, so that Henry wouldn't understand what she was referring to. Will did, though.

"Mommy, can I check some bullet points too?" Henry asked, unknowingly.

"No! Ask me again in ten years." JJ sighed and then shot a very disapproving glance to Emily.

"You are bad influence!" JJ added, with a smile, so it wouldn't look too rude.

They both gave Henry a kiss before Will drove off, with him in his car.

On their way to Emily's car, she checked her phone and there were, indeed, a few thousand messages from JJ.

"Can't blame you. I'd be too busy adoring Henry's beauty, too." JJ smiled.

She knew that Emily would not have taken her eyes off that child. She had fallen in love with him since the second she had first laid eyes on him, as a newborn. It was sort of the same with Michael, too. But Henry…something about their connection was just special. Maybe because he was the older one, so Emily had literally had more time to get to know him and to see him around. Whatever the reason – Emily adored that child.

"So, new case…" Emily smiled, unlocking her car.

"Yeah, sure…sure. Change topic, Emily. Why not?" JJ laughed.

Even after all these years and all the training in profiling, Emily still thought she could fool the team with her tactics. Maybe sometimes, yes. But never when JJ was involved.


"Come on in." Richard said with a big smile, opening the door for a certain someone he had met that morning, on the beach.

It was dark now, with a silent breeze coming from the sea. He had opened the big sliding door to the veranda, overlooking the water, and he could hear the waves crashing. The little light that there was between his house and the water, illuminated just enough, leaving the rest to his imagination. It was quiet, romantic, secluded and it kind of put him in the mood.

He would have loved to spend the night there, with Lauren by his side.

He had spent the entire day at the house, lounging, reading a book and playing with a drone, as if he was a child. Sometimes he could not neglect his geeky urges and he just had to cave in and allow himself the joys of some weird, twisted little game.

"You look…" He eyed the woman up and down, twice.

She looked like she needed to eat a few more burgers. That was how she looked, in his eyes. She was skinny and her face was long and shallow, no doubt just as shallow as she would turn out to be.

He walked her to the living room area and she kept looking around curiously.

"This is a nice house…Can I get a tour?" She requested with a smirk, clearly wanting something.

"Don't worry. You'll be getting the full tour later and I promise you it will end with me, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom." He smirked right back.

"So, uh, where is your daughter?" She asked. "I don't see any toys lying around. You should see what my living room looks like, oh, it's a huge mess."

"She studies abroad and she's now living with her mother. And she's not into ordinary toys." He said vaguely. "Where's yours?"

If he had a daughter, there was no doubt the kid would be into guns, swords and protective shields. Hell, she would probably just as geeky as him, running around the house and playing Superheroes with all the gadgets and toys he would have bought for her.

"Mine? I got her a babysitter for the night." The woman replied.

"So, you don't think your wife would mind?" She continued, pretending to fan herself, as if it was hot. This was the most outrageously dumb thing Richard had ever seen.

"She's not my wife. Not yet, anyways." He replied calmly.

"Oh? But you two have a kid together…"

"Yeah, due to some…ehm, unconventional circumstances, we ended up having a daughter." Richard was enjoying this so much. His words made no sense to that woman, but meant everything to him. only he was able to decipher what the Hell he was saying. He sure loved speaking in code.

"IVF?" She asked nosily. Why was it any of her business anyway? "Where does your wife live?"

"Not exactly." He shook his head. "Oh, she travels a lot. Her job kind of requires it."

"What does she do for a living?"

"Hey, why ruin the mood by talking about my daughter's mother, right?" His patience had limits. He could go lying his ass off for hours, but he needed to be done with this woman as soon as possible and she was ruining his evening plans by babbling about some other hypothetical woman.

"She's not here." He winked at her. "You are."

"So, I guess it's just you and me…" She took a step towards him, eyeing him with a certain hunger.

Richard hated it when women were so direct. He tried really hard not to show just how annoyed he was by her.

"Wine?" He offered, using it as an excuse to walk further from her and to grab a bottle of fine red wine from the counter.

"Oh, you have very refined taste." She commented as soon as she saw the wine label. That bottle could easily have cost him 200 euro.

"I sure do." He smirked, thinking of Lauren. Refined? Check! And double check!

"So, what's bringing you to this place?" The woman kept on asking.

"Just a little get-away from the city."

"How long are you staying?" She sure was curious.

"I don't know yet." He replied, handing her a glass of wine.

"To new acquaintances." She put her glass up in the air, to toast him.

"To having a good time." Richard smirked, clinking his glass against hers.

"I like you, Louis." She smiled after a few sips of her wine.

"There's a lot to like about me." He replied strategically. He wouldn't be caught dead repeating her words.

"I want to know more about you." She crossed her legs properly, both of them now sitting on the sofa and looking at the horizon.

While Richard enjoyed the sight of the waves crashing, the woman was on a mission.

"What's your job? Where are you from?" She asked.

He started to appreciate Lauren all that much more. Lauren had begged him not to tell her those things. At the moment, it had annoyed him, but he was now learning the value of having the option to keep certain things to himself.

"I'm, let's say, into import-export." He said, swirling the wine in his glass and enjoying its color – a beautiful, deep red. Just like Lauren's lipstick on the third day after they had met.

"Interesting…"

"Really? Most women find it boring." He sure loved playing with her.

"Well, then how about you tell me what other things you like doing…" Her hand was a bit impatient. She let it rest against his chest and he sucked in a breath.

The game had been fun so far, but it was starting to get real and he might start losing his patience.

"I like…" He leaned forward, letting her know he was interested. "I like playing games."

"Oh, you do? What's your favorite game?" Her fingers unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.

He took that as a sign and used it as an excuse to grab her wine glass from her other hand and to place it on the small table that was now behind this woman's shoulders. Reaching for the table only made him lean all that much more into her, until she was resting comfortably against the pillow, with him, hovering on top of her.

"You like hide and seek?" She asked, giggling a little bit.

Her giggles were annoying. She sounded like a drunk underage girl at a bar.

Richard closed his eyes and allowed himself to remember the way Lauren giggled. She had sounded so vibrant, so happy.

"Especially hide and seek." He replied while fiddling with his watch, over the small table next to the couch.

"I love hiding." She said, proceeding in unbuttoning just one more button of his shirt.

With one hand, he pushed her hair off her face, as if he was trying to uncover it, to make more of her visible.

"I love finding people." He said softly. "I'm really good at seeing them for who they really are." He added, now literally seeing more of her face.

With his other hand, he trailed over the two wine glasses after tapping open a minuscule side compartment on his watch, and pouring its dust-like contents over the glasses.

"Oh yeah? And what do you see me as?" Her question was delivered while pressing her lips against his ear.

Usually, Richard would be into it. He thought it was intimate and sexy to whisper like that, but everything about her was annoying and uncalled for. He couldn't wait to be done with her.

"I see you as an extremely naughty one…" He whispered back. "And I think I might need to punish you."

"Good. I like it rough." Her brutal honesty was off-putting, especially since he did not feel one tiny bit attracted to her.

"Well, luckily for you, I love to entertain. I also know how to make a woman have a really good time. I like the challenge of giving her what she deserves."

With a small smile, he grabbed both glasses and let her choose which one she wanted to grab.

"Maybe we should change that toast…" She suggested.

"Alright. Then let's toast to…" He thought of his next words for a second. "To giving people what they deserve."

"And to playing rough." She added before clinking his glass for the second time that evening.

He waited for her to take a sip, which she eagerly did, before he brought his glass to his lips. Surely this woman would give him the perfect opportunity to act out on what he had to do next.

Her hand tugged on his half-way unbuttoned shirt before it slid down and rested on the belt of his pants. And then a little lower.

Richard gasped at the sudden pace of their game and instinctively let go of his wine glass as he moved his body an inch forward.

"Crap!" He muttered, hearing the glass break on the floor.

"This is going to stain!" He looked down and saw the pool of red wine slowly expanding, soaking part of the white rug that was in front of the couch.

"Who cares?" The woman laughed and took a large second sip before she put her glass down.

Now having both hands free, she was able to rip his shirt open, allowing herself a few seconds to admire the beauty of his body.

He sure looked like he went to the gym a lot. And he sure would have a lot of stamina…

"How about that house tour now?" She asked cheekily.

"Sounds like good timing. What do you want to see first?"

"The bedroom." She replied. As if he hadn't figured that out already.

He saw her eyes flutter and he knew better than to let her walk on her own. Instead, he stood up and picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom, as per her own request…and very much as he had promised her to do, when she had first walked in his house.

"It's not fair. You're a bit too dressed." He commented when she tried to get him rid of his pants, as well.

It took her two whole minutes to strip down. He noticed how she struggled with her own zipper and how her fingers lost sensitivity as she rolled her shirt up and tossed it to the floor.

"Now, you." She said hungrily.

He smiled and moved a few inches away from her. It wouldn't take long…

"What is taking you so long?" She whimpered.

"Actually, what is taking you so long?" He finally rolled his eyes. It wouldn't even matter, now that her eyes were halfway shut anyway.

She battled that weird feeling in her stomach for a whole minute more before her body finally gave up. Her eyes shut and she let out a silent sigh as she lost conscious.

"Finally, damn it." He rolled his eyes again, making up for all these times earlier when he had felt the urge to do so.


AUTHOR'S NOTE:

"rmpcmfan" You're not the only one impressed. Turns out Jack is warming up to the Bimbo that Clara dragged to their team :)! As for Emily - she sure needs to get some...release? Fun? Or just get some. Full stop. LOL! As for Richard - remember I'm a sick and twisted individual (lol!) and nothing is EVER as it seems, in my writing *wink*!