Dana excused herself from the kitchen, swearing silently at her comrade for picking a moment such as now to need her assistance in a task which was usually left to himself and the other guards. Frowning she adjusted the keyboard, pushed a few buttons and typed in the security key needed to change the system settings. “You could have done this yourself,” Dana stated with a slight aggressive undertone. “But not as quickly as you, besides, I thought you needed some help in there” Louis replied, scratching behind his ear as suddenly his suit felt three sizes too small for him. Dana slowly stood up and faced him directly looking into his scanning eyes. “That is not your decision to make”, she snapped. Louis looked away nervously and adjusted his tie. “Get back to work”, Dana said but not before turning off the kitchen camera.

As Dana entered the room Alice’s head shot up, a strange expression etched across her pale features as if she was trying to unravel an impossible rubix cube. Dana knew the ‘moment’ was over, whatever that moment was exactly she did not know and would not for some time. “It was a mistake to come here”. It wasn’t said particularly quietly but Dana heard the silence within the statement, wishing that things were different yet as they once were between her and the blonde at the same time. Dana couldn’t offer much as a retort, “You’re here now”. Alice half smiled, she knew the atmosphere was very different now especially as Dana was becoming unreadable and that meant dangerous, dangerous to whom though she wasn’t sure of. The journalist stood up and walked over to the sink, she needed water, she needed a distraction but more than anything she needed out before Dana sucked her under and completely, before she was too late.  Alice reached for a glass and turned on the tap with some trepidation. Her sense of touch kicked in seconds later and faster than sight or hearing as she felt a hot breath upon her shoulder blade, a breath belonging to the stunning brunette an inch or so. At once the glass was released shattering into a million tiny reflections of Alice’s closed eyelids and Dana’s intense grey eyes gleaming with concentration. “Dana what are you-”. The words were cut off, ripped from her mouth by a tongue that forced entry and took no prisoners, there was no room for ransom.  Alice hadn’t felt her body being contorted round to face the other woman; in fact she had felt very little since the feeling of lips on hers. Dana’s hands reached up and gripped the blonde’s face, holding her steadily and tightly, conveying all the passion that lay below her frosty exterior. She was burning for something, she needed that human connection, she needed to be reminded that she was a fucking living breathing being and Jesus could Alice do that. Alice did that and a lot more. Lips and tongues clashed as Dana’s forceful hold, physically and mentally, drove the journalist backwards until she hit the kitchen worktop with a force. The blonde’s eyes opened for a moment, catching the reverent sadness in Dana’s for a fleeting second then fading to desire as her own chin was tilted upwards and an intentionally slow lick placed along the jugular. “Fuck I’ve missed you”, it was the most truthful thing Alice had said all day, fuck it, all year and she meant it with every shivering synapse in her system and Dana knew it. It was then that Dana did the most unexpected thing she could have, she burst into tears. Her head rested against the soft forehead in front of hers as the sobs jutting from her chest shook her entity. Alice could do nothing else but pull her gently into an embrace rubbing the shaking woman’s back as she broke her heart into the stunned blonde’s neck.