<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos looked around in her apartment and frowned. He had expected something different as he had seen a lot of places of drug addicts before. The first thing all of them lost was the need to keep a place tidy. He had expected some pigs den, but the apartment was the absolute opposite. And with absolute, he meant absolute. It looked sterile, uninhabited. One thing was more and more obvious, Lea had problems that went far deeper than shooting that guy. She should have never been admitted to the force. Someone fucked up unbelievably when he had gotten the job to profile her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Has it always been like that? Or did that start after the boy?"</span><br/><br/>He really wondered if Lea was some nut-job. If she should be placed in some closed sanatorium. Something was entirely wrong with her and he couldn't grip it. But it looked like the more she gave up on herself and went down the spirale the more obsessive she got on the other hand. Kind of self-destructive loss of focus. It was creepy and he felt tempted to make this apartment a mess, to see the results on her. Would she lose it completely or would she get maniac and try to clean his mess?<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">“Uh…thanks for not taking me to the station…”</span><br/><br/>He looked at her. There was the little frightened lamb again and he felt his alter ego stir again. He tried to push it away and for the moment he was sucessful.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I am not sure, if you wouldn't have been better off at the station. Not with that guy after you...and not with me inside your room. I am dangerous, Lea. And I can't control myself all the time, mostly yes, but with some signals it gets triggered. Fear, insecureness, tears and flashes of dominant or trash talking."</span></div>