“No, nothing yet. He’ll start again in the morning.”
“Why are you guys doing this for me?” Her voice faded as emotion got the best of her.
“Nina,” I sighed. How could I explain how loaded that question was without sounding like my normal dickheaded self?
Since when do you care about sounding like a dick?Gibson in my head asked.
Since this case involved my family.
Since seeing Nina small and vulnerable destroyed me.
Since I fucked up and caught feelings for Nina.
“What?”
I ignored her sharp tone, knowing she was stressed and scared.
“This case is about more than you or your parents.”
“So I’m just a part of the case?”
Great, now she sounds hurt, scared, and annoyed.
Great job, Winchester, Gibson’s voice echoed my thoughts.
“No, it’s not like that.”
What’s it like?
Gibson needed to shut his fucking pie hole and get out of my head.
I added, “It’s complicated.”
“Because John is your uncle?”
“That’s part of it, yes,” I agreed. “But there’s more to it.”I care about you.
“Fine.” She turned her head and stared into the night, clearly not buying the bullshit I was peddling.
Nina wasn’t fine. I wasn’t fine. Nothing about this fucked up situation was fine.
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “What do you want to know?” I asked, despite knowing there wasn’t a lot I could tell her.
“Nothing.”
“Nina,” I said, drawing out her name.
“What? It’s not like you’ll tell me.”
That wasn’t fair; I’d been more open with her than I’d ever been with a person of interest. I cringed; Nina was just a POI anymore.
She doesn’t know that.
“Just go back to being all mean and steely,” she said.
Movement caught my eye, and I turned just in time to see her wipe a tear.
Asshole. Finally, it was my voice in my head. Not that my words were any better than G’s.
