Instead, he bashed the steering wheel with the flat of his hand. This was not how he wanted to behave with Noir. He was supposed to be the mature one. He was supposed to be the calm one. He wasn’t supposed to get that enraged, he wasn’t supposed to use sex as some sort of…he didn’t know what to call it, but it had been fueled by desperation. He knew it. She knew it too. He was terrified of losing her and even more terrified she’d be better off without him, so he’d tried to end it quick and dirty. Fuck. Absolutely amazing that she’d called him on it. He slipped into the precinct, deliberately avoiding the desk sergeant on duty, and took the steps up one floor to Major Crimes. His offices were more attic than second floor, but he’d grown used to it. His desk, such as it was, sat at the top of the steps. He could see his crew coming and going and have a full view of anyone who might try to enter his domain.
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