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Iliana
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"Assholes don't say please."
And the two were back at it as if nothing happened. As if she was not nearly killed by blood loss and as if Marce was not rammed in the side of his body by a car going about 40 miles per hour. Marce and Ace were obviously fighting hard to forget the acts of kindness, fear, and stupidity by going back at each other's 'Don't tick me off' buttons. Maybe seeing Bob first was not the best of things. Marce should have just ran his little errand while she was recovering and none of that disputing would have happened. Disputing may have been the wrong word to use there. It was more entertaining than anything. Underlying meaning, snarky remarks, and the occasion chuckle or two. Bob was right; this was starting to seem oddly like a sitcom.
"Unless its to the bathroom, no, we're not done here. I told you I have something to do and since I can't put you on a choke collar, you're coming with me. I'd hate to have you kill one of the Bureau over nothing on my watch." Marce didn't bother to add a serious frown after his remark. As much as Ace wanted to poison his water when he wasn't looking, she was still going to follow him regardless of whether she liked it or not. Bob's office was on the far back of the entire building, the exact opposite of where he needed to be. If it were up to him, Marce would have been in his office with Ace while she was still out of it, but he wasn't planning on having Bob's mass crash through the entrance doors, pointing his stubby fingers at Marce who was bent over the stretcher.
The walk was about 3 minutes total depending on how fast Ace planned on walking with her wounds and all. Again, for the millionth time in the span of 3 days, Marce sighed and rubbed his forehead to rid himself of invisible sweat, sighing heavily through his lips.
"You hugged me but never answered me. You okay?"he asked, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing his torn face. Marce was going through the same internal war of whether to continue to act like the asshole he apparently was and his mutual care for a woman's health. It was all a 'go with the flow' thing for him from now on.
And the two were back at it as if nothing happened. As if she was not nearly killed by blood loss and as if Marce was not rammed in the side of his body by a car going about 40 miles per hour. Marce and Ace were obviously fighting hard to forget the acts of kindness, fear, and stupidity by going back at each other's 'Don't tick me off' buttons. Maybe seeing Bob first was not the best of things. Marce should have just ran his little errand while she was recovering and none of that disputing would have happened. Disputing may have been the wrong word to use there. It was more entertaining than anything. Underlying meaning, snarky remarks, and the occasion chuckle or two. Bob was right; this was starting to seem oddly like a sitcom.
"Unless its to the bathroom, no, we're not done here. I told you I have something to do and since I can't put you on a choke collar, you're coming with me. I'd hate to have you kill one of the Bureau over nothing on my watch." Marce didn't bother to add a serious frown after his remark. As much as Ace wanted to poison his water when he wasn't looking, she was still going to follow him regardless of whether she liked it or not. Bob's office was on the far back of the entire building, the exact opposite of where he needed to be. If it were up to him, Marce would have been in his office with Ace while she was still out of it, but he wasn't planning on having Bob's mass crash through the entrance doors, pointing his stubby fingers at Marce who was bent over the stretcher.
The walk was about 3 minutes total depending on how fast Ace planned on walking with her wounds and all. Again, for the millionth time in the span of 3 days, Marce sighed and rubbed his forehead to rid himself of invisible sweat, sighing heavily through his lips.
"You hugged me but never answered me. You okay?"he asked, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing his torn face. Marce was going through the same internal war of whether to continue to act like the asshole he apparently was and his mutual care for a woman's health. It was all a 'go with the flow' thing for him from now on.