You were the latest spy suspect and you happened to be Keegan’s (secret) significant other. He was interrogating you, you were dodging every question. In his eyes at least.

To make it worse. Today was your two year anniversary, you had spent the day together two days ago, which was the date of the murders.

Why would you even admit to a crime you didn’t even commit? Keegan was getting a little agitated with your responses. Keegan wasn’t someone to get angry easily. He was sitting across from you.

He knew how to get to you, he knew how to get under your skin. He had to get this out of you, even if you weren’t the spy. He knew you weren’t the spy, because you were with him the night the crime was committed.

“That’s it.” He yelled as he got up and slammed the table. You flinched at first, the cuffs around your wrists clinking together. “You pathetic son of a bitch.”

You couldn’t help but smile. He never called you pathetic, or even insult you at that. You slowly repeated his wording. “Pathetic?”