“I know when you have a hair out of place,” Kirk said and got up. “You want another cup?”
“No, thank you,” she said slowly, wondering why the revelation that she was not only working a case without him, but she was doing it off-book, didn’t seem to garner any type of reaction.
“So, if you already know, what am I doing?” Bautista asked the second Kirk came back to his desk.
Kirk sat down and lean forward. “You’re investigating Rain Robinson and you’re running a snitch.”
“Confidential informant,” Bautista smiled.
“But you’re running her off-book too.” Kirk shook his finger at Bautista. “You already know how many things can go wrong with that, so I don’t have to tell you.”
“So you’re not mad?”
“Oh, yeah, I’m mad. Mad as hell. As a matter of fact, I’m outraged. What could you have possibly been thinking, detective,” Kirk said as he calmly sipped his coffee. “But you show me a cop, a good cop that hasn’t worked a case on their own time or ran a snitch - excuse me - confidential informant.”
“Thank you,” Bautista smiled, and she gave him a bit of her accent because she knew he liked it.
“What I am disappointed about is that you didn’t come to me.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t come to you. This was something that I had to do on my own. I thought that you would understand,” Bautista said and dropped her head.
“Oh, I do understand. You know that I do. But the difference is, I went after Black on my own because I had to. I didn’t have a partner that would go to the wall with me. You do, that’s all I’m saying.”
There was a part of him that wanted to include the fact that they shared a bed, but he thought it better it he kept it on a professional level.
“And we’re sleeping together,” Bautista whispered saving him the trouble. So far, they had managed to keep their personal relationship to themselves.
“There is that too.”
“I’m sorry,” Bautista said and then she thought about a question that she needed answered. “How’d you find out?”
Kirk put down his cup. “You really wanna know?”
“Yes, I would really like to know.”
“Rain told me.”
“What?”
“Rain Robinson.” Kirk laughed because the dumbfounded look on her face was priceless. “You know, the subject of the off-book investigation you’re running.”
“Where did you see her?”
“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe it.”
Bautista laughed. “Where did you see her?”
“She was in line behind me at the bodega.”
“What did she say?”
“She said, I hear your girlfriend is coming after me.” I said, “She’s a cop, you’re criminal, that’s her job.”
“What did she say?”
“She gave me a message for you.”
“What was that?”