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“Miss Lewis?” I hear Special Agent Luta saying behind me.
Oh right, yes, the FBI-agents that were here talking to us about how we should call them whenever we saw Jonah’s mom so they could come and get her. Somehow I managed to forget about them when I walked to the door.
“Yes,” the gray haired criminal says. “Whadda ya want?”
“FBI. You’re under arrest,” Luta says as she makes her way through the bodies in the hallway.
“Oh hell no,” Miss Lewis says as she turns around and tries to run. Empathize on tries, because as soon as she turns around she runs into the solid wall called Special Agent Beckett Sanders. He doesn’t even have his weapon drawn or anything. He just stands there, grabs her, and cuffs her.
“Let me go!” Miss Lewis yells as she trashes in his arms, trying to get loose. “I’m innocent, I’ve got nothing to do with this.”
“What do you think, Winny?” Special Agent Sanders asks his partner. “Are we going to the precinct or the looney bin? She sounds a little deranged. You think she truly believes she has nothing to do with this?”
Special Agent Luta clasps her hand on her partner’s shoulder. “Let’s just take her in. It’s up to her lawyer if she’s going with insanity. But we already have enough to send her back for breaking her parole.”
“How dare you arrest me in front of my son?” Miss Lewis yells in outrage.
“Oh, now he’s suddenly your son?” O spits. The look on his face is frightening. Damn, it’s what I imagine what poking a sleeping bear would look like.
“I’m no son of hers,” Jonah says from somewhere in the back of the hallway. “I’m the one who got the agents out of the kitchen anyway,” he tells his mother. She mainly looks pissed while she starts cursing everything and anything to hell. Not really the sight I have in mind of a mother having her heart broken.
The agents take Jonah’s mother over the lawn through the white picket fence to their car.
“What’s going to happen next?” I yell after them.
“We’re not allowed to speak about an ongoing investigation,” Special Agent Sanders yells back.
“But thanks for the breakfast!” Special Agent Luta says.
“Crap,” I swear. “I hate cliffhangers.”
Without the picture perfect round ending I’m used to getting in books, I watch the car drive away and I’m left at home with my guys. One of them lays a hand on my shoulder, directing me back inside.
Jonah seems to be inspecting his feet, leaning against one of those half tables I never understood the use of. It’s not like they’re big enough to store anything, right?
The corners of his mouth point down and his eyes look wrinkled. Suddenly I don’t see him for the fully adult man he is, but I see a twelve year old boy, having his heart broken all over again even if he didn’t do anything to deserve it.
I wrap my arms around his neck, but it’s not enough. I need to be closer, crawl inside his skin. So I climb him like a monkey, hiding my face in the crook of his neck, until I can wrap my legs around him and hold on for dear life until he finally grabs me and lifts me up.
It manages to force a laugh from him, and it’s such a pretty, pretty, sound. With my butt firmly in his arms, we walk into the kitchen, where all the guys give one of those macho one armed hugs to Jonah even though I’m still stuck to him like a damn spiderpig.
“Now what?” I finally answer.
“I don’t know,” Jonah says, holding me tighter. I’m not getting the feeling he’s objecting to me being this clingy.
“It’s all over now, right?” Gil asks.
“Should be,” O answers.
“It doesn’t feel like anything is different,” I say, lifting up my head to raise a brow to the guys, but Jonah pushes my head back in his crook instantly.
“What would you expect to feel?” Dean asks curiously.
“I don’t know. Something about great power and great responsibility and stuff. Aren’t you supposed to get at least like an ‘achievement unlocked’ message when you accomplish the mission?”
“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Jonah murmurs.
“Well, it should,” I respond. “I’m ordering us all medals.”
