You ran into the police station out of breath, your toilet routine taking longer than you expected to look decent after a crazy night. As soon as you entered the office you were greeted by Kyle.
"Thank God you're okay" - he ran up to you and looked at you softly.
You were a little embarrassed and muttered.
"Yes... thank you."
You liked him, but you weren't going to have a relationship yet, and with a co-worker. But you sensed that he liked you, a woman's intuition never fails in this.
After an awkward silence, you asked.
"Well, will you take me to the prisoner?"
Sneaking into the depths of the building, you walked into the suspect holding area. Kyle pointed you to the right cell, there were two doors, one had a prisoner sitting behind it, and the other had an observation room with a Gesell mirror. Once inside the second room, a policeman was sitting there boredly watching through the glass. At the same time, another Afro-American police officer was yelling at the suspect and apparently trying to put pressure on her. But he failed and walked out of the interrogation room.
"Our shift's here, you can rest now" - Kyle said.
"Yeah, you deal with that freak yourself."
The two cops got up and left.
"So, let me go to her you watch here."
You immediately grabbed his sleeve and said firmly.
"No I'll go this time, I'm sure I can do better than you this time. We are girls after all we will understand each other."
Kyle hummed and made way for you. Sitting comfortably in his chair he start to watched.
You walked into the interrogation room and sat across from the girl. She was dressed in the official prison clothes of orange color. Your guess was right, it was the same girl you disarmed yesterday and took off her suit. Just remembering that made you feel so good and pleasant, but quickly pulling yourself together you made a serious face.
"Good afternoon, what is your name and what do you think you were brought here for?"
She raised her exhausted gaze to you.
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