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Date Posted: 02.16
Author: Gianna
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All by myself.. don't wanna be all by myself, anymore..


(She had placed a call from the safehouse to her father and asked him to put together a care package of clothing, personal items and the leather bound binders that held the work she had been in the middle of when she'd gotten the call to go after the rogue agents. Of course her father had questioned her about what she was doing and she had told him that she was looking at apartments in DC so a friend had offered to put her up for a while.. and that had seemed to mollify the old man a little bit at least. The argument on the phone had taken place in Skeeter's truck, and mostly in a fast paced and tersely toned Italian, and when it was over it was easy to see that she was not the kind of woman to get stepped on easily, not even by her father - whom she loved dearly. By the time they had arrived at Skeeter's place, she had been out of her mood and had called dibs on the shower when he'd pulled the landrover into the undergound parking, standing in front of the door until he admitted that he had heard her say it before she'd moved to let him key in the number to the security system. Now she was sitting on the hearth in front of the fireplace, her legs crossed and her wet hair curling around her shoulders as she tried to think of another reason to stay physically removed from her host. The man in question had proven himself honorable, at least thus far, and she was finding it hard to justify remaining cool with him when she felt a spark of heat just by looking at him sometimes.) I think you should be a really nice guy and make a fire so that I won't die of frostbite. (She said, even though she had a feeling he would have done so anyways.)

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