Want one

She stands there her eyes misting over,as i get my first view of her breasts. I rub my eyes at what i see,there is a solid white bra holding a softball cut in half, over burn scarred tissue. "Sweet mother of creation when did that happened Emma? she noted the sound of concern in my voice.

"Just before i joined the academy!" she stop to close her blouse then exits Laszer's outer office.I need to a few seconds to take in everything,then i rush to catch up with her.

"Emma! I.. No i can honestly say none of us guys never even suspected that you faked your chest!" She stop turning to me,her hand open rising up as if to slap me. "Christ we all thought you were natural and not a one of us didn't comment on what we would do to them if given the chance!"

That brought her hand to a halt "Really you all talked about me breasts,what else did you guys talk about since none of you ever deemed to talk to me directly?"

"Come on Emma,you never came off as wanting to talk to us either,hence our nickname for you ' Agent Ice!' She turns and starts running through the corridor,sprinting after her i catch her just as she opens the door to the agent pool. Spinning her around,a few tears streaking her make-up, she nails me with a solid left hook to the mouth. Clapping can be heard from the cubicles,as i spit blood out "The other reason why we never tried to talk to you,your temper! If we have to partner for this case can we at least call a truce until it's over?"