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crawling afterwards. It was not pleasant, in the slightest.”
    Melany stared at her, her hand moving to wrap
around her belly protectively. Mary regretted mentioning anything,
as she saw her friend start to pale.
    “Hey, don’t worry about anything, okay? You
have a hot, strong male who would do anything for you. Don’t worry
about a thing, I’m pretty sure she is long gone by now
anyways.”
    She gave Melany a forced smile, knowing that
it wasn’t working in the slightest but still trying.
    “Yeah. . .” Her gaze dropped to her stomach,
where the precious baby was growing. Safe and warm, she prayed it
stayed that way.
    Mary looked at her phone, noticing that it
was almost two. She took one last bite and stood up. “I better go,
the meeting will be soon and it takes a bit to get down there.” She
hugged her friend as she stood also, giving an uneasy smile.
    “Call me when you’re done, I want to know how
everything goes, okay?”
    Mary nodded. “Got it, chickie.”
    With her car started and the heat warming her
up, she went to the station downtown. Why would they need men
outside the door, when they all knew perfectly well that she could
take care of herself? It’s not like the man could over-take
her.
    She was, after all, the pacchetto . Mary had perks with being
so high in power, and also an automatic penalty to anyone who tried
to harm her. She rolled down her window, wishing she could go home
and curl under some warm blankets.
    When she pulled into the station, her brown
hair a mess, she was greeted with small smiles and waves. Mary only
did the polite thing and smiled back, aware that they didn’t mean
any of their actions.
    Romero was waiting for her in his office.
    Around them, you could hear police scanners,
shuffling papers, shouts and loud talking, murmured whispers from
across them, and the occasional slam of a cabinet.
    “Want some coffee?” her brother’s long-time
friend asked, standing up.
    She wrinkled her nose. “That stuff made out
of liquid cardboard?”
    Romero shrugged and got out a cup. “Budgets
and prickly super-advisers. Don’t blame us for how crappy our
coffee is. At least we ain't using dirt from the plastic plant as
creamer.” He turned to glare at her.
    Mary laughed. “Okay, that was one time and
you were freaking out, okay? I grabbed the first thing I could
find, and that just happened to be it.”
    “Yeah, whatever. We all know you did it out
of spite.” A couple years back, right when she had been getting out
of college, Kevin had assigned her as an intern at the station for
a month. One of the cases that she had witnessed had left her
shaky, and it hadn’t helped in the least that Romero had finally
snapped.
    She could remember purposely baiting him,
always teasing and flirting as only a sister of his best friend
could. He had asked for coffee, and she had been less than willing
to get it. Mary had a natural curiosity streak, and it hadn’t gone
well for anyone when she had found her way up to the evidence
room.
    Her foot had barely touched the cold sterile
floor of the dark room before Romero had come pounding up the
stairs, and dragging her back, forcing her to make coffee in a sort
of immature punishment.
    When she had realized that there wasn’t any
creamer left and Romero was close to barging into the meeting room
furiously, she had grabbed a junk full of the closest things near
her. Unfortunately, in her panic to make the cardboard coffee taste
better, he had chosen the perfect moment to snatch it from her and
stalk out, shoulders tense and eyes full of rage.
    Mary had just started going to him to let him
know that it wouldn’t be the brightest thing in the world to let
him drink it when he had stopped suddenly.
    In his cup had been fake dirt, leaves, and a
couple other of unmentionable things that interns liked to shove in
the plant.
    “That was one
time !” she defended herself.
    “How many times a day do I hear you say
that?” he asked, rolling