Agent Solo stepped out of a black town car as it pulled up in front of my building. As I stepped outside, Solo grabbed me and pulled me into the lobby, away from the cars view.
"What the fuck?"
"I'm sorry, I know you don't believe me but I swear I didn't mean for this to happen this way." I tried crossing my arms while I held my bag in my left hand, still looking away from her. "I haven't been with anyone since I met you and the last thing I want is for you to run away from me. I like you, I really really like you and I need you to know that."
I turned to look her in the eyes, eyes I had once longed to see and now only wanted to go away.
"I hate you Santana, I hate how you played me from the start. I'm only going because I'm being forced to do this, no other reason. Do me a favor and let me do my job and you do yours."
I went to walk away and I actually thought I was going to make it when she pulled me back, turned me around and pinned me to the wall forcing me to drop my bag. Okay I know I should've pushed her away or slapped her or kneed her or something right? No, I stood there frozen and I saw pain in those big brown eyes, blood shot maybe not from crying but from anger. Second time I let a sexy woman pin me down, mental note for later, I may like this.
Her strength made it difficult for me to move, she was incredibly strong, deceivingly so. I could see she was trying hard not to show too much emotion but was failing miserably.
I stopped squirming and just inched myself closer to her. Kissing her lips, she released some pressure. I kissed and kissed until she kissed back. Wrapping my arms around her neck, she wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me into her body. I don't think I had ever wanted anyone more than how much I wanted her right then. I could feel her attraction to me, her need for us to be together in this moment. She pulled away and a tear rolled down her cheek.
I have to admit that I have no idea what's wrong with me. I know she's married but why would she care so much if she was married, right? I was just mad and then she apologizes and gets slightly aggressive and I kiss her. Really of all things to do, I kiss her? I always said I would never break up a marriage. I'm not that person but I don't feel like I'm doing anything wrong, I don't think they're together.
"I know you don't owe me anything but please don't blow me off. I'm not like everyone else, I'm better than what I seem to be, I promise. Please, don't walk away, Kitty. Just give me a chance" I held her in my arms and nothing else mattered.
"I swear Santana you better not be fucking with me because I swear I will kill you and make it look like an accident." She smiled and pulled me in for a hug.
"I promise you, I'm worth it." She picked up my bag and opened the door for me, her wife ... no Agent Butler was standing outside the car with her arms resting on the top of the passenger door.
"What the fuck took so long?" I could sense bitterness in her voice.
"Fuck off Jane." Bitterness, these two are definitely not a good match.
"Yes my love, I love it when you take charge." She is evil looking, like a Disney villain.
If I had to describe her I'd say she looked like Maleficent, from Disney's Sleeping Beauty. A chiseled face and surprised eyebrows, like everyone in Hollywood, with half closed eyelids like she's trying to be sexy. I have to admit she is kind of attractive, in the 'I would fuck you if you weren't such a bitch sort of way'. She's tall, about 5'10", in a slim lanky worm creature type. She looks too fragile to be an agent.
The car ride was awkward, I sat in the backseat with Santana next to me. Jane was in the front seat looking at her phone. I put in my earbuds and tried to the best of my abilities to figure out why drama followed me like white on rice.
At the airport a small jet was waiting for us. It had a few more passengers, but I paid them no mind as this was only going to take about an hour.
Having to once again interact with Jane we discussed the two cases in LA and what my thoughts were. Truth be told I didn't like her nor did I trust her. She gave off a bad vibe and I had a hard time discerning whether it was because she was Santana's wife or if it was something else, either way I didn't trust her. I would prefer to keep her at a distance, I only gave her the obvious details, since she seems like the type to take all praise when it does not merit her. A car was already waiting when we arrived at the airport, this time I jumped in the front seat and Santana drove. Jane was forced to sit in the back alone, forced to watch Solo and I talk.
When they said Vegas hotel I thought they meant like MGM or the Venetian or maybe Circus Circus. No, it was some run down motel off the strip with roaches all over the place, old wall paper and mold seeping out of the walls, disgusting would be an understatement. This would make evidence collection meaningless. I doubted this room had been cleaned properly in years. Thankfully for me, Agent Solo took the lead and let me do my thing and every time Jane intervened she took care of it. By the end of my search Jane was grumpy, I was in my world and Santana looked fuckable, yum. It was hot as hell and by nightfall she was in her undershirt helping me get the evidence bagged and tagged. We were a team and Jane looked like she wanted to strangle me.
Tomorrow we would have to finish the canvassing of the area which she and Jane had done with other officers. We still had a few things to grab before leaving back to home base. I was also told by my superiors that since I would have to stay out here until a full investigation was done, I had some leeway to what I was allotted. FBI would give me money per day of services rendered and my people would do the same. I went on one of those online sites and booked a 5 star hotel and would end up making a 75 dollar profit per night, not too shabby.
See I know how far I can push and well having forced Jane to call my superiors was just a means to an end. I knew that it would take a lot for them to force me to go and they would have to make it worth my while. Them on the other hand they had no choice and their budget was crap.
"Santana where are you staying?"
"A hotel off the strip, you?"
"Planet Hollywood, have dinner with me? My treat." I made the cutest face possible, with a little batting of the eyelashes. I didn't care what Jane thought I was going to make her life miserable.
"I'd love to. Jane you have your own car right?"
"Yea they brought it by earlier. Why? Are you leaving me?" She looked mad and she had a box full of equipment with her.
"Yup we're gonna go have dinner. Bye." She grabbed my backpack and we were off.
If they were truly in a marital relationship I would have seen it somewhere when I checked up on her and none of my people told me about it so it seemed sort of odd. If I was married I wouldn't leave my wife, I wouldn't talk to her the way they talk to each other and I sure as hell wouldn't let her go have dinner with some sexy ass, beautiful, smart woman like myself. Also why would she have gone out with me to dinner and that night at the bar without Jane knowing. This whole thing is just a whole ball of confusion.
"Thanks for not leaving me alone tonight. I hate Vegas when I have to work."
"Thanks for giving me a chance." I felt her hand brush against mine, but we knew better than to hold hands.
"Just thank your wife for being a bitch."
"Please don't call her that."
"Wife or Bitch?"
"Wife, she is a bitch." When we got to the car I wanted to push her up against it and just kiss her but I knew Jane would be watching and I still was unsure of what kind of a person she was.
"Only if you and I go dancing tonight." I jumped in the car and closed the door as she went to the driver's side.
"You have a deal."
My day had been long and it was only getting longer. When Santa and I arrived at my hotel I was excited to be able to shower but unfortunately because it was late my room was still being cleaned therefore making it unavailable. I wanted to be nice and polite but I was just a little tired since I had dealt with Jane all day and my only response was I made reservations here is the number make it happen, making sure to make the gun and badge as obvious as possible. The lady at the front desk left for almost 10 minutes to try and figure out what could be done. By the time she returned I was waiting with my hand on my gun, very non-threatening I say.
"I have spoken to my Manager and we have a suite available with two queen size beds would that be something that would accommodate you?"
