Ethan ." She spit his n ame at him like a curse. Her head cam up but she didn't look at him. "You purposely omitted that you were about to become my boss. Because of you a good man lost his job of twenty years. Just so Iverson and Conner can look good to the Mayor."
"Doesn ’ t that make it their fault?" He asked before he thought it about it.
"Yes, probably. But I'm blaming you." She looked at him then. "Tell me something, Dr. Hollowman. How did you know I worked here when we met last night?"
He just looked back at her. He m emorized her features, twisted into a hateful mask. He knew she'd never forgive him for this. "I can't tell you."
She could have leapt at him, could have screamed, could have pummeled him with her fists. She did something worse. She put her head back down and whispered, "Get out."
She didn ’ t look as he left. After she was dragged into the holding cell, she had a bit of time to cool down and think. It didn't make any sense. That he knew from first sight who she was. It made so much sense now though th at he knew from the beginning. He never told her his name. Never mentioned his work, what he was moving here to do. That he did try, at the beginning, not to sleep with her. She should be grateful for that but then again he had completely changed his mind once she had changed hers. She almost smiled at the memory. Almost. Even though she was furious, part of her had registered the way his black suit and cerulean undershirt hugged his shoulders. But she couldn ’ t dwell on that. He said he couldn ’ t tell her. W hat the hell did that mean? If he had said, "Conner sent me files of all the employees," or "I looked everyone up on the internet to better access their personalities," any such drivel, she would have believed him. But he told her the truth. “ I can ’ t tell you.” She could very well have slept with the real enemy. The Other Government. They wanted her. Could they have found her, and sent Ethan to seduce her? Would they do that? They usually just kicked doors in when they wanted somebody. She would have to c o nsult Brena. Of course that would mean moving away again. Alaska? God help her. She hated snow. She had forgotten to ask Ethan if he was pressing charges.
It was almost funny, hearing Alex demand her one phone call. She didn't know she wasn ’ t under arrest. Maybe he'd let her wait it out. No, he wouldn ’ t do that, he knew. After explaining to the Captain and the employees that he wouldn ’ t be pressing charges, they decided she could come out. Iverson suggested firing her, which Ethan couldn ’ t abide. If she was going to hate him, she could bloody well get used to working with him regardless. He wasn ’ t giving up his one chance to be near her in that small capacity. The crew all looked at him strangely after he suggested maybe they just let her cool off fo r a bit. That she would come to her senses. They were probably wondering if they too could get away with throwing things around the office at each other. Somebody had picked up the broken printer and tossed in the trash bin.
"Lieutenant?" Ethan motioned the man over.
"Yes, Mr. Hollowman?" The man was on his best behavior.
"Did you happen to see Detective Hevenside at the Precinct? The addition to Homicide they sent?" Adam should have arrived early this morning.
"I do believe there was mention of him coming in but I haven ’ t yet had the chance to meet him. Do you know each other?"
"Yes, we've worked cases together before. I believe that ’ s why he was sent. He's an excellent Detective. If you should run into him, please have him give me a call."
"Of course. I look forward to our piecing this case together Mr. Hollowman. I'm sorry again about your welcome speech. Just let me know if she needs replacing at any point, or gets out of line again." Conner state d firmly.
"No, it ’ s all right. I'm sure we'll get
"Doesn ’ t that make it their fault?" He asked before he thought it about it.
"Yes, probably. But I'm blaming you." She looked at him then. "Tell me something, Dr. Hollowman. How did you know I worked here when we met last night?"
He just looked back at her. He m emorized her features, twisted into a hateful mask. He knew she'd never forgive him for this. "I can't tell you."
She could have leapt at him, could have screamed, could have pummeled him with her fists. She did something worse. She put her head back down and whispered, "Get out."
She didn ’ t look as he left. After she was dragged into the holding cell, she had a bit of time to cool down and think. It didn't make any sense. That he knew from first sight who she was. It made so much sense now though th at he knew from the beginning. He never told her his name. Never mentioned his work, what he was moving here to do. That he did try, at the beginning, not to sleep with her. She should be grateful for that but then again he had completely changed his mind once she had changed hers. She almost smiled at the memory. Almost. Even though she was furious, part of her had registered the way his black suit and cerulean undershirt hugged his shoulders. But she couldn ’ t dwell on that. He said he couldn ’ t tell her. W hat the hell did that mean? If he had said, "Conner sent me files of all the employees," or "I looked everyone up on the internet to better access their personalities," any such drivel, she would have believed him. But he told her the truth. “ I can ’ t tell you.” She could very well have slept with the real enemy. The Other Government. They wanted her. Could they have found her, and sent Ethan to seduce her? Would they do that? They usually just kicked doors in when they wanted somebody. She would have to c o nsult Brena. Of course that would mean moving away again. Alaska? God help her. She hated snow. She had forgotten to ask Ethan if he was pressing charges.
It was almost funny, hearing Alex demand her one phone call. She didn't know she wasn ’ t under arrest. Maybe he'd let her wait it out. No, he wouldn ’ t do that, he knew. After explaining to the Captain and the employees that he wouldn ’ t be pressing charges, they decided she could come out. Iverson suggested firing her, which Ethan couldn ’ t abide. If she was going to hate him, she could bloody well get used to working with him regardless. He wasn ’ t giving up his one chance to be near her in that small capacity. The crew all looked at him strangely after he suggested maybe they just let her cool off fo r a bit. That she would come to her senses. They were probably wondering if they too could get away with throwing things around the office at each other. Somebody had picked up the broken printer and tossed in the trash bin.
"Lieutenant?" Ethan motioned the man over.
"Yes, Mr. Hollowman?" The man was on his best behavior.
"Did you happen to see Detective Hevenside at the Precinct? The addition to Homicide they sent?" Adam should have arrived early this morning.
"I do believe there was mention of him coming in but I haven ’ t yet had the chance to meet him. Do you know each other?"
"Yes, we've worked cases together before. I believe that ’ s why he was sent. He's an excellent Detective. If you should run into him, please have him give me a call."
"Of course. I look forward to our piecing this case together Mr. Hollowman. I'm sorry again about your welcome speech. Just let me know if she needs replacing at any point, or gets out of line again." Conner state d firmly.
"No, it ’ s all right. I'm sure we'll get
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