He didn’t like her when he first met her. Isn’t that how most relationship stories start? He wanted to shoot her but ended up getting shot himself. It was a minor lapse in judgement, one that he will never let himself make ever again. Well, maybe in the future he’ll stop.
They have been the unlikeliest of partners, but in some aspects, they make a pretty good team. They both have their own brand of crazy, their colleague’s word, not theirs, and he can stand her crazy even if it drives him crazy. He, at times, can annoy her to no end with his talk about emotions and having empathy but she has become accustomed to it and it brings a smile to her face when she’s alone. She will never admit this to him, of course, she does have a reputation to maintain.
“Tell me, Agent Foley, should I kill her slowly and painfully or just end her misery right here and now?” The druglord sneered as he pressed the knife into Lauren’s neck. Jase gritted his teeth as he glared at the druglord. If she had just listened to him before barging in there like she always did, they wouldn’t be in this situation. “Seriously, Jase? You’re pinning the whole thing on her now? Where is your sense of chivalry?” His mind piped up. “Need I remind you that you were the one who royally fucked up and got both you and your partner’s covers blown.” Jase sighed inaudibly and muttered under his breath, “Well I am an emotional person so I can’t help it if I say what I’m feeling.” His mind scoffed but didn’t reply which is fine by him.
“Well? What’s it going to be?” The druglord asked, pressing the knife deeper into Lauren, the tip drawing blood from the carotid artery. “Jase, don’t give him what he wants! Please! My life is not worth it!” Lauren pleaded, hoping that he will think of the greater good. Jase turned his ocean-green eyes into her blue-grey ones as he reached a decision. “I’ll give you what you want but on one condition: you let her go and you can keep me. A life for a life.”