Penthouse One/Jude and Will

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"It's three am, Will," she snapped, shoving on a jacket, looking behind her shoulder, "why is this so important to do it at *three* am. You realise I'm going to have my head wrung if Brooklyn wakes up and I'm not there. It was warm too and outside is cold."

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She opened her mouth in indignation before closing it, crossing her arms over her chest, "okay, to sleep, to sleep. I'm not having sex with Brooklyn. I don't even like her that way. You're such a bastard, I swear."

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She shoved past him, muttering French under her breathe. Words that were not intended to be heard by people under 15.

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"This isn't anything illegal, is it?" She asked as she moved through the hallway, a few metres away from Will. "If you dragged me on another-"

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Eventually, they left the building, their conversation echoing through the hallway, Alex's words of 'I'm not really dressed for a festival' carrying through.

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She eyed the car, a flicker of desire crossing her face, before slipping into the passengers seat. She wanted to drive it, wanted to feel it-bloody Will had to own the car. "Drive. I want to be back in an hour."

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"This isn't a festival," she said dead panned. "We were here the other day."

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"She's different," she snapped, stepping away from him, "she's not...you."

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"Uh...are we here to ride...rides?"

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"Say that again and I'll actually tell Brooklyn how we met," she warned him, swinging onto a horse, "and I'm here. We're here. What do you want? Are we here for a drug deal or something?"

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"You're requests are shit but continue." She wasn't one to swear but she was tired, cold, and would rather be with Brooklyn.

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She couldn't either and just like that, her weariness melted off her, her mind finally kicking into action. "What?" She asked after a minute, "why...why would I leave? I've already promised you I won't say anything about-"

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"I'm not leaving because you're scared your-"

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She winced, "you're not giving me reasons to leave-"

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She gulped, shifting in her seat, "I don't know..."

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She glanced away, staring into the night, her stomach twisting, "you're full of shit, you know?"

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"I'll think about it," she said with a sigh, "I'll think about it."

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She got off, struggling slightly as the horse had stopped high in the air and Alex was short. "No," she said, "just take me home...or you can go do it, I can walk. I know the way."

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Not sure what to do, she headed to the fridge, pulling out a box of brownies, taking just one.

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She glanced up, recognising Jude instantly, and was tempted to throw the brownie back in and shove it into the fridge before he noticed. Then she decided she was a fool and Jude didn't really care if she was about to start gorging on junk food. "Jude!" She called out, "what are you doing up?"

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She listened as she closed the box, sliding it into the fridge and slipped onto the bench, crossing her ankles, and took a small bite out of the brownie. "What're the cases?" She asked, curious, "are you, like, an official detective? Do people call you up and go "yo, Aster, we have a homicide in main street, come quick"."

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"I know you're a councillor kid and all but...isn't trusting a teenager with a homicide case a bit...much? Like don't police go through decades of training before reaching the 'detective' stage?"

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She took another bite, taking a moment to chew and swallow it, "well," she said, "you might not like it but you certainly took advantage of it. Good for you, I say."

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She winced, "I'm sorry," she said, "I...I'm not very good with, you know, social cues. I didn't mean to, like, upset you. It's completely wrong, completely corrupted and you are the definition of privilege."

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"Think about this way: there's one less corrupted person on the force," she said, finishing the brownie, her eyes beginning to drift to the espresso. She wanted one but she was planning to go back to bed and coffee...would not help it.

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"I don't think you are," she said scrunching her nose as she shook her head, "but I do have a tendency to have faith in everyone. So maybe I am wrong, maybe you're secretly taking bribes to arrest the wrong man."

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"Do you count watching NCIS miami at 4 am in the morning as 'crime solving affairs'?" She asked, "because other than some crime shows, no not really. I'd probably be a terrible detective, really."

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