"How fucking long?" His tone was sharp, his brows furrowed and his knuckles white with the death grip he had on the standard issue gun. You'd been his partner for around half a year with no issue. You'd been working on a case about someone leaking secrets for different cases, evidently having some kind of mole in the system who was willing to flap their gums for a few crisp bills. "The whole time." You sounded almost ashamed at having betrayed his trust, but in all honesty he wasn't sure he cared. You'd been leading him around on wild goose chases for the entire time, tossing the occasional genuine clue his way in order to keep the police department convinced that you were an actual asset. Hank assumed you planned on killing him, why the hell else would you drag him all the way out to the middle of no where, an empty warehouse long since abandoned from whatever purpose it once had. You were secluded and he was sure any moment now, you'd raise your hand and he'd find a bead of lead in his skull. As much as he wanted to live, he would prefer to let what bit of honor to stay with him till the end. Maintain some form of a reputation. He spoke after a moment of long thought "If you don't kill me, I'll squeal. I want you to understand that."