Kate certainly didn’t expect it to happen.

Because of some troubles the CIA was having in searching an infamous serial killer, they decided to hire one of the best Private Investigators, you, to help them; you knew the city where everything was happening better than anyone else, you would’ve been a great asset.

The only problem? You were known to be an extremely self–centered and somewhat childish woman, never able to take anything seriously. Somehow, you got the job done, but also got into a lot of trouble with that.

And clearly, Kate wasn’t in the mood for your stupid behavior.

So working with you was living hell.

It was a constant bickering between the two of you, even over stupid stuff such as a coffee mug being too close to the other as you studied the files. But, Kate had to be the mature one and try and keep everything down.

Kate and you were walking through an abandoned building, possibly where the killer was hiding. A loud sound of a pipe falling made you jump.

“I think we should get the fuckity fuck out of here.” You whispered, making the other scoff and roll her eyes. “Don’t move.” She cocked her gun, walking towards the sound. She shot back a glare. “What did I say?” She raised her eyebrows, since you were already following her.