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the chair. Her cheeks flushed with heat once again as the memory of Mac taking her face in her hands flooded
her mind. The kiss had been powerful, dominant and aggressive, demanding an instant reaction from the older
more experienced detective.
She raised a trembling hand up to her lips as the thoughts invaded. At the time she had thought the kiss was just
a ploy to get her to see that Mac could indeed hold her own as a lesbian. A desperate attempt by a rookie cop to
be kept in on the case. But now, looking back, could such a passionate and consuming kiss been given by a
woman with no alleged lesbian experience? One had to wonder.
The act itself had been skilled and seductive. Something that a nervous rookie would've had a hard time pulling
off. She shuddered as she thought of Mac and how she had made her melt under her body. If the kiss had truly
come from someone with no experience, then how had she been able to it with such passion and controlled
sensuality?
Henderson rose up off the couch as the disturbing thought finally pushed to the back of her troubled mind. She
walked into the kitchen needing something, anything to help distract her long enough to have a conversation
with Mac. As she searched the cabinets, Mac emerged from the restroom, her cheeks red and alive from a fresh
scrubbing.
"You gonna make me breakfast?" She asked the older detective, teasing.
Henderson pulled down a coffee mug and eyed some coffee but then decided against it. Her stomach just wasn't
up for much of anything.
"So how'd things go last night with Sinclair? When I walked in you two looked like I had interrupted
something." Erin raised a playful eyebrow at her friend. "I hope it wasn't something too important." She teased.
Henderson lifted her gaze to meet the bright green eyes across from her. She wanted to smile, to make a playful
comment back but her face weighed heavy with her worry.
Erin continued to grin, waiting for her friend to fess up and tell her all the juicy details. But when she saw the
look on the writers face she knew something was terribly wrong.
"What is it?" She asked, immediately worried.
Henderson started to speak, to tell her it was nothing, but she couldn't. She had to talk to Mac. She had to know.
"Where were you last night?" She asked softly, holding Mac's eyes briefly before she looked away, not yet
ready to try and read what the eyes held.
"Wha..?" Erin shook her head, not sure she had heard correctly. The look on Henderson's face was one of great
distress, and her question didn't seem to fit with the pain in her eyes.
"I& " She searched inwardly, momentarily thrown by the question. "I went out for a drink." She finally
managed still having no clue as to how it pertained to Henderson's look of sorrow and worry.
Henderson braced herself against the kitchen counter as Mac responded, leaving Adams out of the equation.
She swallowed back the bitter taste of betrayal that was so ready to rise and conquer her, eating her from the
inside out. Why hadn't she mentioned Adams?
"Were you with Adams?" Henderson asked, needing to know and not willing to wait any longer to find out. Her
voice faltered, threatening to fail her.
Erin shook her head again completely confused. "For a little while." Suddenly alarms rang off in her head. Was
something wrong? Did something happen? She thought of Ruiz and his determination to nail Adams with
something, even over her innocence. "Why? Is something wrong?" She asked, physically and mentally coiling,
ready to act and respond immediately if need be. Her heart thudded madly in her chest as the thought of Adams
in harms way washed over her, threatening to drown her.
Henderson felt her throat tighten as she watched Mac react to the question. Was she worried that her cover had
been blown? That the gig was up and that Adams had finally been arrested and charged?
"I'm not exactly sure Mac." She forced out, her voice thick and scratchy. "That's why I need to talk to you."
Erin swallowed hard and nodded. "Ok." She said, offering her assistance.
"Why were you with Adams last night?" Henderson asked point blank. She knew if she was going to make it
through this that she had to hit the nail on the head right away.
Erin reared her head back, completely thrown by the question. What did this have to do with anything?
"What?" She asked, searching her friends face for answers.
"Why were you with Adams last night, Mac?' Henderson asked again.
"I told you, I was out for a drink."
"And that included Adams?"
"No, not at first." Erin clarified, still wondering where this was going.
"Then when?" She needed to know and she would keep pushing until she did.
"I don't know." She was so confused and the grilling was shaking her up. "Not until later. She found me and we
went for a ride."
"She found you?" Henderson let out a shaky breath. How the hell did Adams find you when I couldn't?
"Yeah." Erin replied. "She said that you and Sinclair came to the club looking for me and she became
concerned and went looking for me herself."
"Concerned?" Henderson scoffed out.
"Yes." Erin said not appreciating the tone in which her friend had responded.
"Do you have any idea how bad this sounds, Mac?" She asked, her voice gaining strength.
"Why would it sound bad?" She watched her friend's face. It had changed from one of worry to one of contempt
within mere seconds.
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