Shane: Get inside, I’m taking you home.

Carmen turned and walked back towards the club. Shane sighed and followed her. Carmen drank shot after shot and flirted excessively with anyone. She danced with everyone. Shane watched her as she leaned on the wall. Her clothes were all ruffled up. Her eyes watched Carmen move to the beat. Watched her grind up against a no named girl or boy. She felt a pang of jealousy. But it was a job. She shouldn’t be feeling anything. Shane bit her lip. She wasn’t going to screw it over. Carmen walked over to Shane with a black haired girl in tow.

Carmen: Give me the keys.

She nearly crashed into Shane.

Shane: Why?

Carmen: Give them to me. I’m not asking you, I’m ordering you.

Shane gave her the keys. Carmen and the girl were laughing as they exited the club. Shane followed behind them. The two girls got into the car. Shane was stuck outside in the cold night air. It started to drizzle as the car windows fogged up.

Shane’s thought: Why the hell did she park on the roof. Damn this rain. I hate all this.

She was getting angry, but she didn’t want to leave. The laughs and yells from the car made her turn her head. She was getting drenched and there was no where to hide. The concrete wall behind her wasn’t enough to keep her away from the rain. She fucking hated the jealousy building up in her. Shane turned and punched the wall with all her might hoping the fingers pulling at her heart strings would fade away because of the pain. All she successfully did was bust up her hand. Not believing she was actually going to fall for someone she met only for a meager two days not to add it was the daughter of the killer, she pounded the wall trying to get some sense into herself. Bette warned her not to get into it, but at the rate this was going, she’d screw it all up. She needed to get away. Shane took off sprinting, running far away from Carmen. She knew if she stayed she wouldn’t be able to keep herself away. She called Bette.

Shane: I don’t want this any more.

Bette: What? Shane do you know how hard I worked to get you on this case? You know who you’re after right? It’s Cezar.

Shane: You’re right, I am sinking in. I’ll catch in in some other way.

Bette: Two days?

Shane: Carmen, she just isn’t like anyone I’ve met.

Bette: You don’t want to take revenge anymore? I’m offering it to you. What would Shay think? His sister ran away from it all because she was falling for a stranger?

Shane stopped running. She could see her breath in the cold night air.

Shane: Give me a few days. Let me sort it out in my head.

Bette: That’s more like it. I’m not a cynic or anything but I don’t think love at first sights exist.

Tina: Don’t say that!

Shane: Tina?

Bette: Shhh! She can hear you!

Shane: What’s going on?

Tina wrestled the phone out of Bette’s hand.

Tina: We can tell her, it’s not like she’s an outsider. Shane, we’re going out.

Shane: What?! Since when?

Tina: Quite a while.

Bette got the phone back.

Bette: Shane don’t worry about anything else but getting your head back into this case. I need you to get through this, because you’ll regret it later.

Shane pocketed the phone and walked on like a zombie in the rain. She went to the hotel Tina had booked for her. She took a hot shower. After that she called up room service for some food and a first aid kit. She bandaged up her bloody hand. She flexed her right hand feeling the pain.

Shane’s thought: This is just a job. You can’t like her. You don’t like relationships. You’re doing this for Shay.

Shane got into bed to rest. She turned on the television to watch the news, but fell asleep before the reporter could finish one piece of news. She was too tired to think corectly. She could still feel her heart hurt with evey beat. It shouldn’t be like this. Her heart knew what she wanted, but she wouldn’t believe it.