Meya heard his thoughts. He wouldn't care or understand even if she told him. Her issue was she was a victim powerful enough to fight back. Her assasailants had died but they had tried to rape and kill her first. Then after being forced to be a federal agent she was treated like shit by the people she was supposed to help. Her people didn't consider her a traitor because they knew she had no other choice. None of them, not even the mob bosses, faulted her for doing what she had to to survive. They knew she had to do it not that she turn coated by will. She didn't even care they were elsewhere. She was feeling hostile. The memories were painful. Even fat man, the chief, made sure she knew she was nothing but trouble. No matter how much good they did they threw it in her face she was just one of the street. Well fuck them all. Even Chris. She scowled for a second but her face went nuetral. He was just one of them. A by the books agent who was forced to be her partner. Nobody would volunteer to walk with a one woman show of good cop bad cop. She walked into the station and slammed the door. Not even waiting for him.<br/><br/>She went to her locker and opened it. Grabbing her keys to her house and then slammed the locker again. None of the cops knew where she lived. Hell if they knew they would just have another reason to treat her bad. The bottom of the bottom. The worst place to be if you are female. She walked past the chief who told her to stop. He began to harass her about shit she hadn't even done but the other agents had blamed on her. How she was so irresponsible and other bull shit. She whirled on him. "Shove it up your ass fat man! I'm not in the mood for more of your sadistic harassment. You know the general direction I want you to fuck is off. SO BUZZ OFF!" She hissed. Running out the door. The other agents laughing but the chief looked ready to blow.