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“You worked in D.C?” Shane asked, confused?
“Quantico.” Tina said opening the front door.
“When I think of Quantico, I think of the FBI because all those shows has-“ Alice trailed off. “Wait…”
Tina, knowing this is useless, pulls out her credentials out of her front pocket and holds it up to her face.
“You’re a fucking fed?” Alice screamed.
Bette just stares at Tina with utter confusion written on her face. She takes the ID from Tina’s hands and studies it up close. She looks back up at Tina with tears in her eyes and she becomes angry.
Tina grabs the credentials back and looks into Bette’s eyes and seeing the anger. “Did you drink a lot tonight?”
Shaking her head no she looks into those hazel eyes she thought she knew.
“Can you drive?”
“Good…I’ll explain on the way. Can you guys watch Angie?”
“Sure, but I want a full explanation when you get back…” Alice replies still in shock like the rest of them.
“Grab your keys,” Tina says to her partner as she walks towards Bette’s car without looking back.
After loading her luggage in the backseat of the car, she goes over to the passenger side and waits for Bette to get in. Knowing this could go either one of three ways, she was a little apprehensive about which way it was going to go. One: Bette wont care… highly unlikely. Two: Bette will be pissed and feel like she has been lied to throughout the entirely of their relationship…likely. Three: Bette would be accepting of it and want to know more about it, yet while simultaneously being pissed…also likely.
Tina looks up and notices Bette accompanied by Kit walking towards the car. Bette gets in the driver’s seat and sits quietly and waits for Kit to get in the back.
“Look, I know you’re pissed and I would love to explain why I never talked about my old job or anything about my past…I just don’t exactly know where to start,” Tina whispered.
Bette turns the keys in the ignition and slowly backs out of the driveway. “You can start from the fucking beginning,” she responds sarcastically.
Biting her lower lip and glancing in the back to see Kit give her an encouraging nod, Tina looks back over to Bette who is trying to concentrate on the road…her fingers gripping the steering wheel so hard that her knuckles were turning white.