this guy

"What do you mean not me too?" she huffed, bottom lip sticking out ever so slightly almost a pout...but it was not a pout because she didn't pout.

"For years?" she paused at that, feeling hurt for one brief second, after all, between Guy and her, Donna spoke to Laira more. Why hadn't the other said anything to her? But just as quickly as she thought the question, the answer came to her. Without a question, Donna would have told Guy. She would not have kept that from him. Donna didn't keep things from Guy, from the beginning of their relationship that had been something they both agreed upon.

Donna took a moment to look at Guy, searching for the right words to say but where there any? She reached up and moved a stray curl from his face, "I'm sorry," she uttered. She could imagine the feeling of betrayal that was eating at him. Hal was his partner who Guy was supposed to trust, but he had been lying. Not just keeping it from Guy, but out right lying. Laira was his sister, and family didn't lie to each other, why would they? Now, two people that he was meant to trust, who he thought of highly, because as much as Guy fought with Hal, he truly had thought highly of him, had kept this big secret from him.

"You talked to Coatli about getting a transfer or a new partner, that's why you went to see her first." It was not surprising, Guy was a man of action. Tended to leap before even looking what was on the other side.

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"Apparently I'm the only one who couldn't see that there was something going on there." Oh, he'd clocked Jordan that night he'd had dinner right there in his and Donna's house. But, he'd attributed that to Jordan being his typical playboy self. He'd noticed little things during the course of the case too. Jordan being a little more on edge when things were going down. Keeping a little closer to Laira than he needed to.

He hadn't thought there was anything there... mostly because Guy'd warned Jordan within an inch of his life that there wouldn't be anything there. But, it'd already been there. And Guy felt like a complete dumbass for not putting it together sooner than he had.

Muttering to himself, he took another drink of Coke. "Can't trust someone who lies to me to be my partner," he said. Guy didn't even known if he could stay in the same district as Jordan at this point. That was something to think about later.

"That whole Europe gig Laira did?" he went on, mind circling back to what he'd learned earlier that day. About his partner. About his sister and her career. "She wasn't there as an analyst. She was there undercover. Deep."

He didn't know any of the specifics. He doubted that he ever would. He only knew that she'd gone undercover, that the case had made her career, and that it had been linked to the one he'd just helped to close with the feds. "I don't really know anything about her." Guy thought he'd feel more betrayed by that than he did. He was more disappointed, honestly. "She's just like her old man."

It'd been that comment, or a version of it, that had gotten Jordan to swing.

"She will agree with me because I'm right. I'm always right," she tacked on, because duh. Why would Donna disagree with her when Coatli was right? "Maybe if I was ever wrong, she wouldn't but we will never know." She focused on sending a quick message to Donna, alerting her of code baby blue, which meant there were only bruises involved.

"Excuse you, first of all, I do not sound like Jordan, maybe he sounds like me because he actually listens to me." The audacity to think she would sound like anyone other than herself. "I did tell him this was going to happen, to which he responded with, you losing your shit was going to happen regardless. Which, if you didn't react this way, they would have told you sooner, just saying."

This whole event was unavoidable, just by Guy being himself. "Okay, so you know people have reasons for doing things right?" she asked him, eyebrow raised as she placed her phone back down on her desk. She did not expect a response from Donna, code baby blue never needed any. Code baby blue was actually the most common of codes.

"Take me pulling a knife on my brother-in-law. He makes my sister happy so he gets to live as long as he continues doing so, but I wanted to let him know I would gut him like a fish if he ever made her cry. Do I like him? Not at all, but as long as my sister is happy, I'm happy. And the reason why I throw a letter opener at you is because you are annoying."

Although, the reason why it had yet to actually ever land was because Guy made Donna happy. Coatli had been quite nonplussed when she found out that Donna's liked Guy. She knew the anxiety one lived with when your loved one was constantly in danger, it was not a life she would have liked for Donna. Of course, she had never told Donna that because Coatli had also never seen Donna be so alive as when she talked about Guy.

"So, like have you ever really tried controlling your anger?"

"If I disagree with that, there a chance you'll bust me back to patrol?" he asked. It was mostly a joke. As far as he knew, the captain had a knack for being right about more things than he cared to admit. "I mean, you said me and Jordan'd get along. Haven't been completely right about that."

This knock-down-drag-out aside, they'd clashed plenty of times since they'd become partners. If Guy'd known that Jordan'd been lying to him, they never would've stayed partners. Guy probably wouldn't have stayed in the district. He would've gone back into the homicide division or somewhere else.

Guy could overlook a lot of things, but he couldn't overlook the dishonesty. He couldn't stand a liar. His old man had done nothing but lie when he'd been young, always in and out of the house at all hours. Laira's old man had done the exact same. Guy couldn't even really remember what he'd looked like.

Scoffing, Guy went on, "What's that old saying? The road to Hell is paved with good intentions? If Jordan knew I was going to lose my shit," he threw up a pair of air quotes, "then he should've just manned up and told me."

He still would've been pissed. But, it would've been better than having to piece everything together bit by bit.

Ignoring her statement about the letter opener, he zeroed in on the anger comment. It wasn't the first time it'd been brought up in this office or in the span of his life. Elementary and middle school principals had brought it up with his ma. Coaches from little league all the way up through college had done the same. The captain had too.

"I can control my anger. And I normally do." He'd had his fair share of mandated counseling and group time after certain cases got the better of him. But, in all, he kept a lid on his anger. "This was different."

Donna let her arms rest lightly over his shoulders, a teasing remark on the tip of her tongue. But....any and all teasing remarks were lost as the juicy gossip settled in her brain and took a moment for it to fully comprehend. "I knew it! I knew something was up!" She had felt that something was up. There was this almost...light feeling to Laira and there was a....almost softness to Hal. She could never quite place words to the way that certain people felt to her, but what mattered was that they had felt different somehow. Donna had just not known the why.

She had had a suspicion from their not-as-much-of-a-disaster-dinner. The lady doth protest too much, she had thought.

"How long have they been in a relationship? Who asked who out? We can go on double dates!" her eyes had that excited sparkle, fatigue gone for about a second before Donna focused back on Guy.

"Oh." The excitement left her as she put one and one together, "you fought with Hal."

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Guy let out a disappointed groan. "Not you too."

Apparently, he'd been one of the few who'd missed the writing on the walls or the signs that there'd been something there. Too be fair to him, he didn't see Jordan much outside of work. Maybe a beer here and there or at the district events. But, that was it. He saw Laira even less. Before this case had hit, he could count on one hand the times he'd seen her over the last five years.

He'd seen her more in the last two months with this case. Just like her supposed relationship with Jordan, there was a lot that he didn't know about when it came to her.

Lowering the icepack, Guy flexed his jaw to test the soreness. Not real improvement, not that he'd expected there to be any so fast. He took a drink of his Coke and then put the icepack back against his face. He'd do the on-and-off method until he went to bed.

"Jordan was too busy laying my ass out to give me their dating history." That wasn't completely true. Guy'd swung first... rightfully so. And, Jordan hadn't retaliated until he'd lost his cool and yelled at Laira. All the same, there hadn't been any time to get any specifics.

There'd been one thing in the chaos of everything that he'd zeroed in on. "They've been together for years. Supposedly. Before Laira did that whole temporary Europe gig. Before I transferred into the district and became Jordan's partner."

Her shoulders lowered ever so slightly as some of the tension from her day eased off. Guy was home. There were no other injuries. "You know I'm only with you for your pretty face," she exaggerated her sigh, "and you go out of your way to rid yourself of it." As the two passed each other, him going for some food and her going for an icepack, she let her fingers graze his arm. It was but a little reminder that he was there and he was overall okay.

"Hmmhm," she hummed in affirmation that Ally was asleep. It was nearing midnight, and Ally was doing a softball camp that summer. There was no way that Donna would have allowed her to stay up late no matter how much she had wanted to stay up and wait for her dad. "Oh, Lumina called, she still has one final paper to finish before she can come home for the summer," she added as she grabbed the icepack and moved to wrap in a small towel. She ignored the beeping sound of the keurig, alerting her that her coffee was ready.

"Now, what exactly happened?" she asked as she made her way back to Guy's side, sliding to stand between his thighs and carefully placing the wrapped ice pack on the awful looking bruises.

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"I thought it was my arms first, then my face," he mumbled, leaning forward to take a bite of his sandwich. He winced when he started chewing, a dull throbbing ache spreading out through his jaw. If he still wasn't pissed the hell off at Jordan, he'd be more impressed by the hit he'd dealt out.

Cracking open his Coke, he made a humming sound at Donna's comment about Lumina. "It'll be good to have her home for a little while."

She'd texted him a day or two ago when he'd been deep in the case with the feds, giving him details about her finals and what she had left to do for the semester. He'd sent her a text back explaining that he was at the end of a case and that he'd call her to hear about everything when things settled off.

They hadn't until earlier in the day. And then all the other shit had hit the fan. He knew if he called now, his oldest daughter would still be awake. But, he didn't want to distract her from her paper. He'd text her first thing tomorrow morning and wait for her to get back to him when she was finished with her work.

He cringed before the icepack made contact with his face, the reaction a little more dramatic than it needed to be. The bruises looked worse than they felt, but they were still plenty sore.

With the icepack settled on his face, he reached up to take hold of it with one hand. His free one settled temporarily at Donna's waist.

"My partner's an asshole. That's what happened." His tone wasn't as angry as it'd been when he'd hashed shit out with the captain. Wasn't anywhere near as angry as it'd been when he'd crossed up with Jordan. There was still a hint of annoyance in the words, though. And then, because he knew Donna wouldn't let that explanation be the end of things, he asked, "D'you know Jordan and Laira are a thing?"

The house was blissfully silent and yet, Donna was unable to focus on the papers before her. The words were beginning to blur together, she was not going to be of any use anymore. No matter how much she tried to go over the depositions, she was retaining nothing. She remembered going through many sleepless nights during law school and still being able to get through all her classes. Oh to be young and full of energy again, she thought with amusement.

With a tired sigh, she arched her back, wincing as she heard it crack. She slid off the stool and picked up her empty coffee mug, figuring another cup of caffeine would help her stay awake. Not focus, Donna knew it was time for her to call it quits on her case for the night. She would review tomorrow when she went into the office. The caffeine was merely to help her stay awake as she waited for her Guy to make it home. Coatli's text had been clear that Guy's injury was nothing more than bruising, but Donna was never able to sleep until she confirmed it herself. She trusted Coatli to tell her the truth when it came to Guy and injuries, and if she said it was nothing major then it wasn't.

She started the Keurig, placing her mug under it and letting it fill up, before moving to put all the papers back in their respective folders. No matter the amount of abuse cases she took on, it never got easier. The sound of the front door opening had her snapping out of the details of her current case. The tension she had been holding finally eased up, Guy was home.

And....he was in a mood, not surprised. She quickly blocked his path, standing right in front of him to get a good luck at his injuries, immediately zoning in on the bruises on his face, "are you hurt anywhere else?" she asked him, looking him over for any signs that he had another other injuries. "Sit, I'll get the icepack."

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"It's just the face," he grumbled, letting her make her way to the freezer to grab the icepack. He paused at the refrigerator to grab out a can of Coke and the sandwich he'd made himself for lunch, but forgotten to grab out for himself earlier that morning when he'd left for his shift.

He hadn't gotten a chance to eat that day. He knew better than to go to bed that night without something on his stomach. He needed to take some pain reliever as well for his face. A few Tylenol or maybe some Advil. Neither one would settle the best on an empty stomach either.

Grabbing out a bag of salt and vinegar chips from the cabinet on his way to the kitchen island, he settled down at one of the bar stools with a weary sounding grunt. Today had really been the day from absolute hell.

"Ally already asleep?" he asked, tearing a paper towel off the roll by the sink. He spread it out in front of him, not bothering with a plate for his sandwich. Guy already knew the answer to his question. If their daughter'd been awake, she would've been right there in the kitchen with Donna and attached to his hip now that he was home.

"Let me just ask Ro' then," she said as she dropped the chocolate she had just picked up in exchange of picking up her phone instead. "I'm sure she would remember mentioning my sisters," which Coatli was sure Donna had.

"Gardner, I know many things, many many things. I also know how to keep my mouth shut and mind my own business, they are grown ass adults."

Honestly, Coatli was not surprised that this was the way that Guy ended up finding out. She really thought that at least coming from them it would have curtailed this, well, not the violence because that was Guy for you, but curtailed a tiny bit of it. Maybe just him coming to her office bit.

"Okay, so you punched him, he punched you. Did you let them explain things to you or did we go from wham to here?" she asked while she focused on unlocking her phone. Her husband had texted her asking when she was getting home. At this rate? She did not even know. What she did know was that she needed to text Donna about Guy's face. It was not something that occurred in the field, but it did not sit right not alerting Donna that something had occurred.

"If it makes you feel better, I pulled a knife on my brother-in-law," more than once actually. He was the bane of her existence as much as he was the apple of Ella's eyes. For a second, she thought about mentioning how he too was dating Laira's sister, but she was afraid that might actually make him combust or something so she kept that to herself....for now.

"We both know Donna's gonna agree with whatever you say." Honestly, sometimes it felt like he was being conspired against when his wife and his captain communicated with one another. It was even worse when they were in the same room together.

One thing that Guy'd never doubted was that his captain knew things. It was one of the reasons she was good at what she did. It was that knowledge that made Guy just the tiniest bit wary of her... and why he avoided getting into a car with her alone. He was still waiting on the day that he ended up in a ditch in the middle of nowhere. It was bound to happen at some point.

"Now you sound like Jordan," he grumbled, dragging a hand through his hair. He didn't specify which particular comment he was referencing. In fact, there were a couple of things there that sounded like Jordan.

The whole grown ass adult remark. The explaining comment. What? Had Jordan texted or called her to give her a rundown of everything that had gone on in the brief two minute knock-down-drag-out? He wouldn't put it past him.

"Wasn't anything to explain. Came straight here." Well, more like there wasn't anything that he'd wanted to hear. Laira'd tried to explain something to him, had tried to tell him something. But, he hadn't wanted to hear it from her. He was just as pissed at her as he was with Jordan.

He'd yelled at her when she'd tried to explain. And then Jordan had lost his everloving shit on him. Thinking about it now, Jordan might not've swung on him if he hadn't yelled at Laira. He hadn't made any reaction to up until that point. And that had been a minute or two after Guy'd swung.

"Not the least bit surprised you've pulled a knife on someone when you'll throw a letter opener at your favorite detective." Honestly, Guy wouldn't be surprised if she said she'd stabbed her brother-in-law.

"Are you sure Donna didn't say anything about them being my sisters or you just don't remember?" she raised an eyebrow, more amused than anything about him having no idea that she had two sisters. To be fair, she only had a picture of her dog on her desk because she did not believe in leaving easy trail crumbs for her enemies. Perhaps she was a little bit paranoid.

"Point is, I know because of my sister, and I've known since Laira went off to Europe? It was a whole thing," she shrugged, because honestly, that was not something she figured was important enough for her to pay attention to. What did she care about? Was that her people did their job.

"By the way, how did you finally found out?" she was curious to know. This blow out was a long time coming, she was wanted to know what finally brought it to light. "I told Hal it was not going to be pretty once you finally find out."

"I think I'd remember Donna saying you had sisters." He would have. Something like that would've stuck out. That's what he told himself, anyway. There was a possibility that he'd missed that information when Arianne and Donna had been together, that he'd tuned out the conversation or parts of it when it had been discussed. He wasn't about to admit that out loud.

Yep, he hadn't known about the captain's sisters and he was sticking to that.

Guy was certain he was going to walk out of this building and have a case of whiplash. He knew that he was. Because he couldn't get over one bomb before there was another one being dropped on him.

"Since she went to Europe?" Un-freaking-believable.

He tried to remember exactly how long ago that'd been. It'd been right after he'd transferred into this district. Guy couldn't remember the specific month or the day that he'd started, but he knew it had been about five years ago. Maybe longer.

If Guy's head didn't explode before this was all over, it was gonna be a fucking miracle.

Grunting, he felt his temper flare from the simmer it had settled at. Distraction could always dull it, but it always worked its way back to the surface when he was actually pissed about something. This was ones of those times. "Saw them at the hospital. Then at Jordan's apartment."

He'd gone to the hospital for the right reasons, gone there to make sure Laira was actually okay after everything that had gone on. Trying to get information out of Oberyn Martell had been impossible. So, he'd done the next best thing: bribed a tech to ping Martell's phone and get him a location. Because the agent had said himself that he was with Laira and that she was fine. Guy'd wanted to see for himself.

Then, he'd shown up and he'd never even made it into his sister's emergency room, coming to a dead stop just out of sight on the outside. There'd been Laira inside the room. And then, there was Jordan right there with her, looking far too much like some sort of distraught, feral animal ready to pounce at the drop of a hat. Guy'd retreated before he could make a scene, something that had taken more control than he thought he had.

That should've been enough of a clue. That should've told him everything without him ever asking. But Guy wasn't good at letting things go. So, when he'd shown up at Jordan's apartment a few hours later and the door had opened to Jordan and then to Laira back on the man's couch, looking way too comfortable, his composure had snapped. And, he'd swung.

Coatli stared at Guy, silent, unable to form any words because really? This was starting to feel like a fevered dream. She opened her mouth, but then she closed it as she thought some more.

"First of all, how many sisters does Laira have?" she started, making sure to pause at each word. "Second of all, I have two sisters, they send your children Christmas gifts every year. Pretty sure Donna has talked about them because they've met?" she was starting to think that she was too old to deal with this. "I mean, you've met the twins, Arianne even came to our last department softball game and talked about her aunts?"

"You know, maybe I do keep you around for your pretty face," she muttered, starting to wonder if maybe she should have not ripped the transfer form up after all.

"First of all, how many sisters does Laira have?"

"That I know of? Two." Maybe that particular comment was unnecessary, but Laira seemed to have crafted her life around keeping secrets. He wouldn't have put it past her to keep additional blood related siblings a secret from him. "As batshit crazy as her old man is, and as much as she seems to enjoy keeping secrets, she could have a dozen for all I know."

He thought more about what Coatli had said. If she wasn't talking about Hea, then she was talking about Dany. But the last he'd heard, she was dating some pro athlete. A rower or a sailor. Maybe a swimmer or a diver. Something that involved water.

"She never said anything about any of them being your sisters." Honestly, once Arianne and Donna started, it was difficult to keep up with them the way they went on with one another. Not to mention it was hard in general to keep up with Arianne and her extensive number of family members.

"I thought she was talking about Elia." Guy only really knew about her because she was married to the mayor, Baelor Hightower, and because she was one of the top defense attorneys in the state. He'd crossed paths with her during some cases that he'd worked in the past.

Under any other circumstances, he might've smirked and loudly proclaimed that she'd just admitted his face was pretty. No such luck this time. "How long have you known about them?"

"My."

"Sister."

"Is."

"Dating."

"Your."

"Sister's."

"Sister."

"My sister is dating your sister's sister."

He ran that statement through his head what felt like a million times, trying his best to connect the dots. Nothing was connecting. Not a single thing.

"Since when do you have a sister?" She didn't have a sister... "And Hea's dating that shithead billionaire Oliver Queen. And the owner of that florist chain. The Sherwood Florist." What was her name again? "Dinah something."

Hea wasn't dating some sister of Coatli's... that he didn't even remember her mentioning.

"If you weren't such a dumbass I wouldn't have to pitch those letter openers at you," she rolled her eyes, grabbing another chocolate and popping it in her mouth. She really needed to start heading home earlier.

Coatli did not even understand why she was involved in this, like why was it up to her to have this conversation with Guy. Maybe she should text Donna and have her deal with it, he was Donna's problem not Coatli's. None of this fiasco was her problem.

"Hmmm," she hummed in thought, as she wondered how to explain this. Although, once again, why did she have to explain in the first place? "First of all, it was obvious because Hal started wearing that new cologne a couple of months ago like what kind of detective are you?" Actually, she did not know if that was true or not but if she had to deal with this drama she was taking her fun where she could.

"Long story short, my sister is dating your sister's sister."

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"This dumbass closes cases and gets you the ratings that keep this district the best in the city." He was good at what he did. Guy knew that. If he was slightly more reckless than some of his other coworkers, that was beside the point. Results were results and he stood by that.

Guy rolled his eyes. Legitimately rolled them. Cologne? That was the big tell? Like hell it was. "Jordan wearing some sort of new cologne ain't a flashing neon sign for him being in a relationship." Guy tried to think back farther, tried to think of any other signs he could've missed.

Jordan had gone radio silent for practically three months when he'd been put on furlough after his gunshot wound and ER tour last year. He supposed that was a neon sign all on its own. Any other time, Jordan would've been busting the doors down trying to get back into work, consequences be damned. There hadn't been a peep out of him practically the entire time minus once or twice when Guy'd annoyed the hell out of him to make sure he was still alive and breathing.

There was more he thought about mulling over. A few times that he'd caught the tail end of a conversation for a flower delivery, ones that Jordan always said were for his niece or his sister. The time that Jordan'd nearly burned himself pouring a cup of coffee because he'd been too distracted by someone on the phone.

And then, the captain's voice cut through his thoughts. He stood and stared at her for longer than he knew he should, his head spinning to catch up with what she'd said. No matter what he did, it wouldn't click. The actual hell?

"Your who is what?"

"You know you can go to someone else, I know you can go to someone else, don't insult me by throwing that in my face," she scoffed, opening her drawer and grabbing a piece of chocolate, all while not looking away from Guy.

"I repeat, he has not failed you out in the field before, honestly, he has saved your ass more times than I can count," she rolled her eyes, because he was so dramatic. Well, that was nothing new, wouldn't be Gardner if he wasn't...she popped the piece of chocolate in her mouth and let the mixture of sweetness and bitterness ease the throbbing that was beginning to spread behind her eyes. Maybe she should pick smoking again.

"You know I do not keep you around just for your pretty face, please use your brain," she met his stare with an unimpressed one of her own. "How do you think I know? Are you surprised that I would find out about a relationship that is going on under my nose?" She waited for her words to sink, because she knew it would take a second. "Also, they are kind of obvious," she tacked on, because honestly, Guy should have been able to figure it out. Maybe she did keep him around just for his pretty face.

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"It's not an insult if it's the truth." Well, not in this case. Not really. Guy knew in any number of situations the truth of a matter could be an insult to the person it was being given to. "Despite the letter openers you've pitched at my head, I do respect you." Feared her a little too. All that was beside the point. He really had wanted her to know about him transferring if it came down to it.

And no matter what she said, it was something he was still considering. Fucking Jordan could've picked anyone to screw around with, but he'd picked Laira. And then he hadn't even had the balls to tell him about.

"He's helped a handful of times at most," Guy muttered, his agitation still roaring. He'd gnaw off his own arm right then before he'd admit the captain was right. Jordan had gotten him out of some tough spots in the past. And he'd kept the captain from busting him back to patrol just as much, something that she threatened on the regular for a little while there.

Guy wasn't about to say any of that out loud. Not when he was as pissed as he was. And not when the captain still hadn't answered his question.

"Kind of obvious my ass." There'd been one instance, maybe about a year ago, when he'd told Jordan to step off when he'd caught him eyeing Laira when he'd stayed for dinner at his and Donna's house. But that had been it until the last couple of months with this case. If they hadn't caught this case and if things hadn't gone sideways the way they did, Guy might've never known.

"Laira'd never even stepped foot in this building until a couple of months ago." That he knew of. It was a reminder that not only did he not know jack shit about his partner, the same applied to his sister too. All this time he thought she'd been working some cushy desk jobs with the feds, and she was out running point in the field and going undercover. And, apparently, she was damn good at it. Call him a dumbass. "So, what? She came here at some point and you met her? Someone else knew and spilled? What?"

Guy could be like a dog with a bone when he started on something. This was one of those times.

Coatli was way too sober for this shit. She should have gone home when she had the chance, now she had to deal with this hot mess.

"Be for real, you know I'm not going to grant the transfer and yet you still decided to bother me with it, make it make sense Gardner," she scoffed, leaning back on her chair. Of course she knew what this was about. There was only one thing it could be about. She didn't even know when she had bought first row seats to a telenovela yet here she was.

"You have been trusting Hal for years now, he has always had your back," she pointed out, after all, just because Guy knew now, did not negate their whole career being partners. It was only a matter of time before Guy found out, and she had told Hal this was going to happen.

"Finding out he has been keeping some secret from you, does not negate your whole partnership," she added with a exasperated sigh.

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"Might've thought you wouldn't sign off on it," he mumbled, still feeling those hints of agitation prickling under his skin, "but I brought it to you out of respect."

That was true. There were half a dozen other ways to get himself out of this district, but he did respect the captain enough to try it the proper way first. That, and he didn't want to wake up in a ditch in the middle of nowhere if he went about it another way and it got back to her. Call him paranoid, but a few thrown letter openers would do that to you.

The agitation he'd been feeling intensified tenfold. He made a grunting noise, turning to stalk to where he could look out the wall of windows on the other side of the office. Traffic was relatively light in this area, didn't get the same amount of pedestrians that other areas of the city did.

"Fucker's been lying to me for years. For the majority of the time he's been my partner. I'm not gonna trust someone to back me up when he's been lying to my face every damn day."

Because that had been the shock. Before he'd thrown the first swing. That this whole thing had been going on for longer than Guy could honestly fathom in his current state of mind. And Guy'd been blind to it. All that, coupled with all the shit from the case they'd closed and finding out about Laira's real involvement with the feds, and he'd lost it in the biggest way he could.

Guy meant to say as much, had opened his mouth to say it when something else clicked. Something that captain had said. He turned and stared at her, jaw clenched and arms crossed. "How the hell d'you know Jordan's been keeping a damn secret?"

It was only getting later and later, Coatli knew that she needed to get home soon. Already, her vision was beginning to blur, eyes aching from staring at all the stupid forms sent her way. Honestly, if she had known how much paperwork becoming the captain would entail she would have thought twice about accepting it.....who was she kidding, no she wouldn't have.

The sound of footsteps had her sighing before dropping her pen on top of her papers. She rubbed her temples, already knowing that a headache was incoming. Coatli was not surprised to see Guy step into her office bruised up nor was she surprised at having another disgusting form placed upon her.

"Request denied," she said as she grabbed the form and teared it into pieces before dumping all those little pieces into the trashcan.