Thread: Milenko & Nixie

Rebecca said something inaudible as he pushed her to the side, but by the sounds of her tone, it wasn??t a very nice sentence. When he took her cuffs off, she immediately brought her hands around to her front and pushed her hair off of her face. It was only then that she became aware that they were pulling up outside her house. She turned to Detective O??Neil as he spoke, frowning. That frown soon progressed into a glare. It was that patronising, cocky tone that pissed her off so much she decided, not what he was actually doing. The man was just doing his job and nobody could blame him for that anymore than he could blame her for doing her job. But it was the way he did it. ??I don??t doubt it?? she muttered as he told her about how she was being watched. When he was finished she said innocently with that newsreader smile ??Don??t worry Mr O??Neil. I intend to do my job exactly?? but whatever she was about to say next was lost when she caught the time. Quickly and almost involuntarily, she put the Radio on and changed the station. A news report had just begun and after a few seconds, Rebecca just scowled and flicked it off saying ??Same shit, different voice?? she looked up at Mr O??Neil apologetically before turning the radio back on and replacing it to the station it had been on before she changed it. With a sigh she then gazed at her home. Without another word, she slowly began to climb out, the wind whipping her hair around her face and her skirt around her shapely legs. Before she shut the door, she turned around impulsively and put her head in the car to speak to the Detective. Her face lost all trickery and sarcasm and she just looked a little weary. ??Come in for a quick drink?? she said. Amy nodded and put him down without a hint of blush as she had obviously mistaken his condition for far worse than it actually was. She was glad of it slightly as it released the pressure on her leg, thought ignored the dull throbbing that seemed to come and go of it??s own will. As soon as his tone became even slightly challenging or cocky, Amy began to back away to stand directly in front of the door. She was confidant that if it came to blows she could easily beat him off, considering how weak he was but she would prefer that it didn??t come to that. She couldn??t say that she blamed him but she had expected him to be a little more cooperative considering that she had taken the time to replace his shoulders to where they ought to be. And Amy would wager that was far more than any of the other officers even bothered to do. ??I don??t have the authority to put a bullet through your head and even if I did, I wouldn??t.? she admitted, looking him directly in the eyes. ??Just like I could never beat you senseless like White??s boy did?but they obviously don??t have a problem with it. So let me put it this way- you either tell me where your cell is and let me escort you there without a fuss or I scream. Very loudly.? she shrugged fairly. ??Sure, I??ll get an ear bashing for not being a competent guard, but I??m bet it??ll be nothing compared to the punishment you??d receive.? Amy folded her arms over her chest and waited for him to make a decision.