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[color=9D36FF]“Well in my-“[/color]

No come on girl, you know her you you’re talking to here. This is Gratia. Shoot up a Mafioso’s headquarters to get you back Gratia. Oh man.

[color=9D36FF]“Something I shouldn’t have done.”[/color] I said looking down like a child who had been caught stealing. Gratia had this way of looking at someone. Whether she cared for them or not, that could make them confess all their sins faster than Jericho could get them out of you with any number of office supplies. 

[color=9D36FF]“And it was for a dumb reason.”[/color] I continued, knowing that the jig was up. But Hayley had been smiled at by Jericho! That was so unfair. The only time I had seen smile was…

I let out a long sigh. 

[color=9D36FF]“I have to give her the store and not make her move out to the wastes, huh?”[/color] I said glancing at Gratia’s statuesque face that refused to blink, breathe, react, or portray emotion. Yeah I did have to go give her the store to make up for it.

It was just that I got so angry. The only other time he had gotten so much as a grin was back on the cruise.

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I studied the super spy in my bathroom. He leaned backwardss against the sink, stitching a stab wound on his right abdomen while I sat on the toilet seat. My handbag in my hand and my beautiful evening dress looking a little disheveled. 

[color=9D36FF]"Well the idea was, if he came in and he was the killer I'd kill him first."[/color] I said matter-of-factly to the waitor as he glanced up at me through the corner of his eye.

[color=9e0b0f]"How would you know he was the killer?"[/color] He asked paying more attention to the wound. 

[color=9D36FF]"Well the soundtrack would've alerted me probably."[/color] I said, half-joking. These spy movies always had their soundtracks.

[color=9e0b0f]"The...the soundtrack?"[/color] He asked, stopping and holding the needle for a second in complete bewilderment.

[color=9D36FF]"you know? Ba duh, ba duh, ba duh ba duh ba duh."[/color] I said humming along to the classic tune.

[color=9e0b0f]"..." Oh, Jesus.[/color] He shook his head in disbelief before going back to the sewing, he wasn't doing a particularly great job, but in fairness he could barely see what he was doing. [color=9e0b0f]"So if you had walked in while I was listening to music and stitching myself up in there, you would have tried to kill me."[/color]

[color=9D36FF]"Depends on the genre."[/color] I noted as he once again stopped and put the needle down. It seemed this conversation needed his full attention.

[color=9e0b0f]"The musical cue you just described is the backbone of four of my favorite six Ella Fitzgerald songs."[/color] He said staring holes through my eyes. 

[color=9D36FF]"Yeah well the thing about that is."[/color] I started standing up, almost triumphantly. [color=9D36FF]"I didn't kill you did I?"[/color] I finished, cooly. This elicited a sarcastic chuckle from Jericho as I made my way over to the side with the stab wound. It was less of a laugh and perhaps more of a "I don't believe you." The wound was somewhat grisly.

[color=9e0b0f]"I was shirtless and disheveled in your bathroom. If my read on you is correct, you would have been distracted long enough for me to grab a makeshift weapon and incapacitate you had you tried."[/color] He lectuerd as I plopped my handbag beside him and got to work sewing the wound close, fixing the handiwork he had put himself through.

[color=9D36FF]"But I was already holding my weapon silly."[/color] I corrected motioning towards my handbag, noticing his confusion a litle but deciding to ignore it.

[color=9e0b0f]"Your bathroom has seventeen that would have knocked you out long enough for me to finish stitching and sneak out."[/color] he said after a very brief moment of silence. That was quite the analysis, and he was right as far as he was aware. 

[color=9D36FF]"I think I may surprise you yet secret agent."[/color] I said with a small smile, dipping the needle into his flesh in order to seal the wound.

[color=9e0b0f]"I don't know if I want that."[/color] He responded abjectly.

[color=9D36FF]"Oh you definitely don't."[/color] I assured him. [color=9D36FF]"For example, you missed one of the weapon's in the room. There's eighteen."[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]"Enlighten me."[/color] He asked, confused, seemingly scanning the room once more.

[color=9D36FF]"In the toilet filter."[/color] I replied remembering Gratia putting the handgun in the toilet filter should anything happen during the cruise.

[color=9e0b0f]"..." Heh.[/color] I caught the reflection of his lips curling ever so slightly into a small grin as he closed his eyes while I finished the final stitch. [color=9e0b0f]"Fair enough, rookie."[/color]

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It’s like Gratia always said. “If you’re going to be a sociopath I’m going to have to shoot you.” 

Ugh.

[color=9D36FF]“I feel bad, I’ll go fix this. Thank you Gratia.”[/color] I said with a small voice. Leaning towards Gratia to give her a hug.