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Rylee was left staring at Silas, what the hell was going to happen? Why wasn't she fleeing? She should have already gotten the hell out of there... But she was still there.
What was he going to do? Shit, why was she still there? But for some reason, she couldn't make herself move.
He could call for backup, or make the arrest himself. Or, he could stand there and stare at her. And she? She could stand and let him make the call or arrest. Or she could flee, and maybe even disappear off the grid. It was about time to start a new leaf, she was tired of living how she was living. This may be her new chance.
His words jerked her from her thoughts, and yet she was still frozen. What the hell? Was it because he was staring at her? She was staring right back, but she couldn't move. Why? Was it because they had had a true connection last night?
Rylee didn't know why she'd let all this happen, even if Silas had been drunk last night. She hadn't been. So why had she allowed it to go any further than a brief kiss? Why? What had drawn her to him? And could she get out of this? Because, she highly doubted it'd be as easy to escape if she got captured again. Especially if she was taken to the same jail.
Rylee made a jerking motion as if she was going to move as soon as Silas moved, but she wasn't quick enough. Silas leaned against the door and she was trapped. Shit. The only way out was the window, but that was quite the jump. It would hurt like hell, but maybe there was a trash can to break her fall. Or maybe she'd just take the fall, it'd take him a few minutes to get down there, and hopefully she'd gathered enough strength to at least flee.
It's okay? How. Rylee's grey eyes follow his gaze to his phone. Well, at least he didn't have his phone. If he went for it, she could probably get to the door, or the window. Whatever was the quicker option. Because if something happened, she needed the quickest way out.
What if he arrested her? Honestly, she'd be offended. She didn't know why, they hadn't gotten that close last night. They weren't like friends or anything. If anything, she'd probably just be the girl he almost hooked up with, or the criminal who escaped.
Rylee did not relax at his words, she didn't care. She just wanted out now. She nods slightly, but once again, she didn't care. She wanted out. This whole situation was now freaking her out. She should have left last night, like her mind was telling her to do.
She couldn't even conjure words, she could only shake her head. She didn't have anything on her. She didn't really carry weapons, Maverick had always been there too protect her. And despite his malnourished state, he still looked fierce enough. |
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"Okay, good good," He was speaking slowly, trying to think through this. He had a criminal in his house. Not just any criminal but one he tried to sleep with. He knew that, she knew that. In a way, she had leaverage over him but he didn't think that had clicked in Rylee's mind quite yet. She looked spooked and he didn't blame her. She looked like she was looking for a way out. He really didn''t think she would be foolish enough to try to window. "And you and I both know what happened last night," He prompted more,"There was nothing that happened regarding what could have happened, correct?' He wasn't going to do anything. He couldn't do anything. Not with the police records being involved. He couldn't lie on duty about her. "Nothing hppened, our clothes stayed on, and we talked. I had no clue who you were and I suppose you had no idea of who I was," He doubted that last part but he had to make sure she and him were on the right place,"And what happened or didn't happened doesn't concern anybody else? It stays between you, me, and whatever the hell you believe in?" He didn't think she was going to bolt. Not yet. She probably wanted to but with him not reaching for his phone, maybe it would get her questioning. He just hoped she didn't try anything. |
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Rylee just stares at him, regardless of if her fight or flight instinct kicked in, she was trapped. And there was no telling what kind of weapons he had in this room alone. He was a cop. Shit, why did she have to be so stupid? Why hadn't she ran last night? She was just there for a drink, and here she was, in a cop's bedroom. Sure, they hadn't done anything, but still.... Gah, she needed out, and she needed out quickly. But how? Could she distract him? Get him away from the door? If so, she could get out, slam the door shut behind her. That'd buy her a few seconds.
"Yes." Came the simple answer. Was the window worth it? It'd hurt like hell, but at least she'd be out. Surely by the time he'd got down to the bottom floor, out the building and to the alley.... She'd be gone. Right? Besides, wounds healed. But, she really did not want to go back to jail. But why would he let her go?
And now he was just stating the obvious, except for the last part. She knew exactly who he had been, and yet... Here she was. Damn, she really screwed up. She doesn't answer, her grey eyes staring back at him. Would he move now? She prefered he did, the window was starting to look like the best option if he didn't move soon. |
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He didn't really know what he was doing. He knew letting her go would look bad but he also knew if he didn't let her go, it would still look bad. Technically, she hadn't committed a crime. Technically, he couldn't arrest her. "Okay," He whispered, bringing a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. He couldn't believe he was going to do this. He wasn't in the greatest situation. Even if he had explained to them what really happened, there was doubt. He was a good cop and his job meant everything to him. Was he really going to risk losing it? As for her, he didn't know what she was thinking. She should have said no, she should have refused to talk to him. That damn bartender was responsible for this too. He should have known better, she should have known better. Maybe that was her goal all along, try to get him fired. He just knew there was no way in hell that she was drunk enough to not know what she was doing. She knew, he didn't. It did make him a tad angry but he shoved that down. Getting mad at her wouldn't solve the situation at hand. Anger just led to more problems. His goal was trying to solve a problem. "Okay, follow me. If you run right now, it won't solve a damn thing. You won't get very far without people noticing you. People noticing you will make this situation worse than it is now. I'm not about to lose my job because of you," He gave her a hard serious stare. If she ran right now, his reputation, his job, and everything would be at risk. Everyone on the neighborhood block knew him and at this time, there would be cops heading to and from work. This apartment solely housed cops for a discounted rate. Making sure she got the message, he turned his back and opened the door. He stepped out, biting the bottom of his lip. He couldn't believe he was offering this. "You only steal because you can't afford to take care of yourself," That statement wasn't even questionable. He knew it looking at her past records. She was more like a nuisance to his coworkers,"And you can't leave right now without every cop in the universe noticing you. So why don't I make you some breakfast, no strings attached?" Maybe the idea of food would keep her here long enough for him to decide what he was going to do. He was sure Nancy would cover for him if he was late for work. |
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Rylee just stares at him, what the hell was happening. Why hadn't she actually tried to escape yet? She resists the urge to snap at Silas at his next words, he had no idea how quick she could just disappear. She'd done it so many times, how hard could it be now? But, he was right, she'd be noticed which would indeed make it harder. But, oh well. She was half tempted to sneer back, but she held it back, no point of being rude. After a moment's hesitation, she follows after Silas. Listening as he continues, yeah, she stole to survive. What was it to him? Surprise hit her at his next words, breakfast? She narrows her eyes slightly, was this a trap? She was hungry, but was it a trap? With a reluctant sigh, she nods slightly.
(Sorry this is short and late. I've been real sick) |
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He didn't expect her to easily agree with him or follow him. He expected her to bolt, even though he willed she didn't. Not to be mistaken, he wanted all evidence of their night last night to be gone, her included, but not at the cost of him losing his job. He never thought living in a common police area would be such an issue until now. He did want her to go, desperately, but he knew he had to play it safe. He did want her arrested too but not under the sense where he would have to lie on police records. He figured it was better to wait, besides Rylee did look like she was about to turn into a skeleton. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. He was trying to not make it obvious that he didn't trust her or that he was watching her like a bat. He also didn't want any mixed emotions reflected on his face to give her the wrong idea. But...it didn't seem to do that. He heard a sigh from her and turned his full gaze on her to find her nodding. So she was going to trust him...maybe he should try to do the same. "Okay then, looks like we are in agreement," His voice was almost a whisper. He was talking to himself more at this point than her but he just needed to hear it said aloud. He was still in shock to wake up and see her and really confused because he was almost positive Rylee hadn't been influenced by alcohol when she made her choices last night. However, it was best if they pretended that she was. Sighing, he reached out his hand for her to take. He wasn't too sure about holding her hand either but it would bring him more comfort knowing that if she took his hand, it would take more effort for her to flee. It would make him feel like she wasn't going to flee as soon as they got to the kitchen area. He offered her a smile. A small one that masked some of the raw emotion on his face. He glanced down at his hand and back up at her,"Follow me then." |
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She didn't know why she agreed so easily with him, or why she was following him. But, she figured that was the easiest thing to do. No doubt this would lead to her getting the hell out of there. Hopefully quickly and with very little to no trace of where she went. Cause would he chase after her?
Rylee was aware he was watching her, but she didn't blame him. She was watching him too. She had let her guard down, and look where that had gotten her. Now what would happen? How had it changed so fast? Last night had felt so different, and now it seemed they were back to square one. Which... Was fine with Rylee, she didn't have time for relationships anyway.
Even if there was a mutual affection between them anyway. Besides, a cop and a criminal? No matter how minor a criminal she was. That was... Insane? Weird? Stupid?
She simply nods again, she didn't feel like talking. She just hoped he didn't ask about last night. Because she had no explanation for why she was there. Why she had let everything that had happened last night happen. It had been stupid, and she hadn't been influenced by alcohol. So that was no excuse. She had none anyway, no reason. It had just happened.
Her grey eyes flash down to his hand, and she hesitates, he wanted her to hold his hand? He was crazy. She simply returns her gaze to his face. Indicating she was not about to take his hand. She wasn't going to flee... Not yet at least. Would she really dart at the first opportunity? Possibly. She hadn't decided yet.
There was no smile back, she was too on edge to even fake one. She simply takes another small step after him, waiting for him to lead the way to the kitchen.
(Sorry this took so long. Been battling sickness and lack of energy to do anything) |
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The woman did not take his hand which was fine. It would have helped him a little in trusting her. He was still worried that she was going to flee and get him in a lot of trouble. But then, she hadn't yet. Holding her hand would have just made him feel more like she wasn't going to run. But perhaps, he just needed to calm down and fake his trust in her until he believed it. Trusting a criminal had been way easier to do whenever he was drunk. He kind of wanted to be drunk again, just to relive the moments that brought him joy and forget the rest. But that wasn't going to happen and a few hours later, he would have woken up and found her in his bed all over again. Once it was clear she was not going to take his hand, he dropped it and moved toward the kitchen area. He still wasn't too sure about this but then he needed to have a bit of trust if they were successfully going to pull this off. He needed more time to think about what he was going to do. Breakfast was one way to provide that. He reached the kitchen area. The kitchen area was nice, with a large balcony that had a sliding glass door. It was still to far to jump so all he could do was will that Rylee wouldn't be dumb even to try. His kitchen was on the larger side with lots of space to work and a bar. He pulled out a bar stool for Rylee and turned to her, his gaze watching her intensely and waited for her to sit down. He didn't trust her enough to have her help make breakfast. He would take care of everything once she was seated.
"Remember that if you run, it's not going to be pretty. These four apartment buildings have nothing but cops in them. You won't get far, especially not now," He reminded her, his voice serious. It wasn't going to be pretty if she tried to run. |
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Rylee still wasn't sure why she hadn't fled yet, now that he was out of the way, she had a more clear path. It wasn't completely clear, but it was clear enough, and clear enough would work for her. And yet, here she was, following him into the kitchen. What the hell was she doing? All of instincts were telling her to run. Her fight or flight instinct? That had kind of kicked in.
Was it because she was hungry? And the idea of food was too appealing to her? The idea of an actual meal? Or at least a better meal then scavenging? Was that it? God, why couldn't she have gotten drunk last night? At least she would have an explanation for being in his house. Why she had allowed any of it to happen last night. She had no excuse, at worse she had been a little tipsy. But she had still been able to think clearly.
The kitchen was nice, but then again, she didn't have a whole lot of experience to compare it to. Anytime she was in a kitchen, she didn't really have time to slow down and admire it. It was always in and out as quick as possible. So, she supposed it was nice. Neat, and clean. But then again, she wasn't that impressed either.
As Silas pulled out the bar stool, she hesitates. Did she want to sit? That would be an issue if she had to flee quickly. But then again, everything seemed safe so far. But perhaps that was the plan, get her to drop her guard and then backup would burst through the door and she'd be to caught off guard to escape. Was that the plan? Or was she over thinking? She had no idea. But, finally, with a reluctant sigh she sits down slowly.
That didn't mean she was relaxed though. She was sitting as stiff as a board in the bar stool, ready to bolt.
She simply stares at him, her gaze wasn't ice cold, but it wasn't exactly warm either. Sure running wasn't going to be pretty, but running was all she knew. She'd been running away from cops for years, what's to say she couldn't do it again? |
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Silas wasn't too sure about this. He had basically shown a criminal to his house, welcomed her into his bed, and now he was clear-minded and inviting her to breakfast? What was he thinking? He should be arresting her right now. He should be questioning her. He shouldn't be inviting her to sit down. But yet...he was. Of course he knew that his reputation was at risk. If word got out about this, he would be toast. That's why he was making breakfast. To buy more time. He watched at Rylee sit down, breathing out in relief as she did. She looked ready to flee but even her sitting made him feel better. Not that she would get far, that is. They were still on the third floor. Her sitting did bring him a little relief. He moved to the counter and flipped on the coffee pot, putting coffee beans in the filter and some water. "Does pancakes sound okay to you? I normally eat omelets but the image of an omelet makes me want to hurl right now," He shook his head, moving to grab what he would need for homemade pancakes. |
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