Chapter 2

The next day Marco was being flown in a maximum security plane to the United States to be put to justice for the crimes he had committed, heavily guarded by the FBI and agents of the Interpol.

“Why is it that every time we get into these kinds of situations you tell me the same words?” Bette asked intensely looking at Shane.

Shane took a big amount of air in her lungs and slowly released all of it, taking her time before answering her friend.

“I don’t know” She said in her cool and collected way.

“If that’s how you truly feel, if those are your last words before dying then why don’t you go and tell her yourself? Now, while you’re still alive…” Bette added more as a statement than a question.

“I cannot do that Bette” Shane calmly said.

“But why the heck not?” Dana interjected this time.

“Because I simply can’t… I… I won’t subject her to the torture of this line of job that I chose, it’s as simple as that” Shane added and took another sip of her coffee.

“You know you could get transferred. I mean you could be running your own Unit even before we touch ground in DC, and you know this. Not that I wanna see you go but Shane if she makes you happy, if you know you can make her happy then why the hell not? Ask to be transferred to New York, go see her and fix things…” Bette said with all the care in the world, truly convinced of what she was saying. Shane softly smiled and for a few seconds she really thought of what her brunette friend was saying to her.

“And leave you two? No way I’m missing all the good stuff” She finally said winking at her boss.

“Oh God… is like talking to a brick wall” Dana exclaimed.

“You are so stubborn” Bette said smiling while shaking her head from side to side.

“Look who’s talking. You The Bette Porter, the one that has all the freaking department drooling and chasing after her and yet” Shane was quickly interrupted by Dana.

“Correction… half of the department is drooling and chasing after YOU and the other half is after her” Shane just looked at her in disbelief.