the glass room was too quiet with just the occasional flick of the overhead lights and the persistent buzz of electricity. through the one way window you watched billie sit with her usual slouched posture, fingers laced, and eyes cast down like she was on some goddamn coffee break instead of being questioned for her involvement in an arms trafficking case

two years. thats how long it had been since you last saw her like really saw her and of course it had to be like this. in an interrogation room and a case connected to your precinct

your fellow officers had tried, for almost an hour, to get anything out of her but she didnt speak. didnt even twitch. she barely blinked

you exhaled with your jaw tight and finally said "im going in"

"y/n-" your partner started but you were already halfway through the door