1:30 PM (GMT8)
Afternoon had swiftly hit the hours in the agency. Amelia had gone through a few conferences since the altercation with Cathy. Acting as if nothing truly had happened mere hours before, going about her duties. Not a single person brought up the incident, asked questions, nor ave her a shed of curiosity of the reasoning of the woman showing up. She knew they only didn't do so, due to their fear of her. The more they feared her, the less they were prone to wander from her words. Amelia would keep it that way, keep them on tight leads to make sure their thoughts did not wander to dangerous territories.
As her third conference came to a close, she dismissed the group of agents filled within the large conference room. Quickly bodies swarming to meet with others, leave through the exits; Chattering to their heart's content. Amelia is silent amongst the chattering, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her chest. Exiting the nearest door into the hallway, where many of the people who worked in the building traveled through. Her emerald eyes watch the moving bodies, the multiple conversations that brisked her ears as they passed her. Scanning ehr surroundings, until she spots Zackary Linch; her boyfriend's older brother. The man who was snooping into her past, the man who worked under her.
Amelia's boots move quickly amongst the rattling of noise in the hallway. Eyes fixated on the man leaned against the wall. Looking out of the great scale window, presumably for the surroundings on the outside of the glass. She stops in front of him, and yet he does not seem to notice her presence. Amelia clears her throat, suddenly startling the man with her appearing in front of him.
"Amelia--! I mean, Agent Reston." Zackary stutters, clearing his throat as he looks down at his boss. Their height difference was noticeable by anyone who looked at the two. A blue haired, six foot 4 inches man staring down at a woman with black hair and only a stature of five foot three inches. Many would assume the power rulings were the other way around.
"Agent Linch, good afternoon. I had seen you in the hallways earlier this morning. However I was..Occupied as you must have noticed." The larger man nods, rubbing his hand together in front of her.
"I saw, I won't ask anything about it though." He replies, for a flicker of a moment looking away from her when he speaks. "It isn't my business to pry into your affairs." Amelia in her mind was pleased. He had taken her threat, her warning seriously.
"I appreciate your cooperation as always, Agent Linch." Amelia responds back, looking away from Zackary at the window that he was standing next to. How the light shined brightly into such a bleak atmosphere. A place where people solved crimes, saw body after body for countless hours. Sleepless nights, nightmares of those bodies. Amelia lived it, for countless years. Yet, mother nature had decided today would be graced with the beaming of the sun.
"Ah Zackary!" Amelia turns her head back to see another man now waving towards the other. The voice is all too familiar, being her boyfriend was now standing next to his older brother. Dallas, slightly taller than him, pats onto the other man's shoulder. Her eyes travel between the two of them. Zackary seemed to quickly move the man's hand off of his shoulder. A twinge of embarrassment traced over his features. An older brother, embarrassed by his younger counterpart. Yet Dallas had a wide smile against his lips. Peach lips pressed up against the widening of a pearly white smile.
"Why do you always have to come into my work?" Zacakary asks begrudgingly in his tone, an eye roll following his words.
"Come on, can't I come visit my older brother?" The younger man retorts, chuckling at his brother's antics to push him away. Amelia places her hand on her hip, tilting her head at the two.
"Am I not included?" Her emerald eyes switch to Dallas. His purple strands trailed over his forehead, glistening eyes as bright as always. Full of life, full of hope and dedication. Dallas looks towards her, his face almost softening at her words.
"Oh, be quiet. I came to visit you of course," His smile quickly fades to a serious stare, something Amelia was used to within their relationship. She was the same way. "I feel we need to talk."
Zackary responds before she can open her lips to speak, "About?" He leans towards Dallas to ask, only for Dallas to shake his head in response.
"None of your concern older brother, it's something private." Dallas' eyes flicker back to Amelia. A stare as if he was searching for an answer through her. Amelia had no idea why he wished to talk to her. However, if it was important she would never deny his request to have a private conversation.
"Let's go, seeing you want to talk to me." She quickly turns on the soles of her boots, walking away from Zackary without a notice or goodbye. Hearing the footsteps of Dallas quickly trailing behind her, Amelia does not look back. Walking down the small hallways, nodding her head towards agents who would greet her.
At the end of the hall, she opens the last door with ease; Her office. Inside was a scene out of any simple crime show. The wooden desk in the middle of the room, a couch on the left side displayed near the windows. Glass windows make up half of the wall behind her desk, showing the large buildings that only multiplied as the years went on. Shelves filled with books, novelties, and even awards for her achievements. Placed across her desk were photos of the only people she loved. Dallas, her father, and her mother. No other photos would ever be displayed, as it would bring up the dark past that she wished to forget.
The pictures reminded her of the past, but in the way she wished to remember. The memories she did not shut out, let fade away from her mind. The moment when she graduated college, completing training early at the police academy. The buying of her first apartment with Dallas, even birthday celebrations for her father and his friends. They all symbolized the life she was proud to have written, the story she wanted to be told. Pictures of fleeting kisses and widening smiles. Of family, and values of life to be shared between a father and his daughter. The excelling of her talents, her career. The pictures held meaning more and more each day.
Her ears hear the door close behind Dallas, making a circle around her desk. Not to sit down, but to look out at the scenery. Watching the simple birds fly across the sky, the clouds slowly drifting in the air. The bright blue color of the atmosphere, the sky that held the sun's scorching blaze. The simplicity of the outside was something that would ease the troubles of her mind. The silence inside of her office, compared to the bustling of the outside.
"So, what did you come in to talk to me about?" Amelia asks, placing her hand on her desk chair to hold herself up as she leans against it. Not even looking back at the man she was in the same room with. Her eyes only seemed to catch the soft flutter of birds in flight. Perhaps beginning to go south for the winter, to prepare for the harsh temperatures of the cold. Hibernation for many of the other animals that lived in this reality. Amelia, perhaps wished she could hide away for a season as many animals did.
"Your father came to me, he told me you think he's alive." His words stop her thoughts. The thoughts of simple movements, of animals. Back to the terrifying notiong, of the past trailing behind her. Amelia had not expected her father to go to Dallas with the information she gave him, but it was not a surprise to hear the words from his lips either. Charlie trusted Dallas, it would have happened eventually.
Her body visually tenses for a moment, before she's letting out a large sigh. Her head turned back to look at Dallas. "I'm sorry, I don't want to bug you with my theories--." Amelia starts, only to be cut off by Dallas raising his hand to her. "If you really believe he still could be alive, I will reopen the case." The man's deep voice replies, Amelia turning completely away from the window now to face him.
"After all, we concluded there were three killers, yes?" Dallas steps closer to her desk, As Amelia takes a seat in her chair. Beginning to pull drawers out on her side of the wooden furniture. Dropping quickly a pile of files on her desk, skimming her light fingertips against the edges of them. Searching for a specific file, a specific word.
Her fingers stop, landing on a file labeled in bold red text: 'WAREHOUSE'. Amelia pulls it from the pile, opening it up. Text documents of the simple night, where her life almost ended. Where she would have never been found again, and lost everything to a man who would keep her in his clutches even after death. Remembering the clicking of a gun she had never shot before, the pulling back of the triggering. The firing of the gun, and the bloody hands that ran to the nearest town. Innocent, frail, and torn from the fabric of emotions.
Amelia's hues peer up at Dallas. "Yes, but they were all dead when I had left there. Everyone was at a stand-still." The man leans slightly forward to her, tilting his head.
"But yet, you still have your doubts, Amelia. What scares you about this?" Dallas' voice is soft, completely entrusting in its tone. She could tell him anything and everything, even if his tone was sharp, hard. A partner, a romantic one was something she had struggled to have after the events within her life. When Dallas had appeared, almost like a guardian angel she held onto him as tight as she could. Never wishing to let go, even if her emotions never showed those feelings.
Her hand rubs on her forehead, frowning at the question. "The fact he could come back, to be stronger than I ever will be. Yes I have the training for combat but--" Before she is able to finish, Dallas cups her cheeks gently. The warmth of his hands surprised her, even if it was a simple motion. Her hand places on top of one of his own, leaning into the warmth on her skin.
"I won't let that happen. Don't ever think that way." He speaks low, both staring into each other's eyes. Amelia searching for comfort within his deep purple hues, entranced by every detail of his eyes. The shades that warped within one another, all beautiful and encaptivating.
"Dallas," Amelia says sternly, "We have to look at any possibility. If he is alive and ready to retaliate his revenge..It's going to be every man for himself." The bile was rising in her throat at the thought of her words. Having to go against the man who had ruined her life, possibly being stronger than ever. The training could either fail her, or bring her out on top.
His stare narrows, glaring at her. "I said, I won't let that happen." Dallas's hands grip tighter onto her cheeks. Leaning closer over Amelia's desk, their noses almost able to touch. Even with the dire situation of the future, Amelia's face flushes a light red. Her own body leaning forward to meet his. Lips fanning over one another, the arousal between them beginning to show itself. Amelia couldn't help herself when it came to him. Her eyes flicker from his lips, to his eyes once more. The soft beds that hid his smile tempting her with each second passing. She wanted to kiss him, but it wasn't the time. "He won't lay a single finger on you--"
Her eyes flicker to the sound of the door opening, pulling away from Dallas and his warm hands as she sits back in her chair. In the door frame stood Ellis, holding onto the rim of the door. Her eyes moved from Amelia, to Dallas; Who was now standing straight in front of Amelia. Looking back at the woman, with a stare of distaste.
"I'm sorry to interrupt Agent Reston, but it is time for the mission. The girls are ready." Amelia nods, sighing as she stands from her chair.
"Ah, thank you Ellis." Amelia looks towards Dallas, his eyes already locked on her. "Linch, I have to--" His hand is raised towards her, giving her a look of understanding. Even when their meeting with one another was interrupted.
"Say no more, I will see you when you get home." With a swift moment, he puts his hands back onto her cheeks. Lightly kissing her lips, even in front of the other woman in the room. Amelia lightly kisses him back, before pulling away. Her facial expressions don't change as Dallas walks from the room. Opening the door, and lightly closing it behind him. The moment that he is gone, her eyes glance back to the woman in front of her. She moves away from her desk, walking around it to the front.
"Make sure the car is ready, we need to blend in." Ellis nods towards her, responding with a simple: "Right away ma'am." Both of the women begin to walk towards the door, Ellis opening it for her boss. Amelia nods, quickly pacing her steps out of the doorway and into the hallway. Watching as many agents filed into different rooms for different meetings, content in the organization of the building. This was an everyday thing, and yet the sight of it continued to appease her. Nothing but order, and pattern. Something within her life that she wished to keep, in every aspect.