"You two are needed in the bosses office." Susan said as she walked into me and Smitty's office only to freeze when she saw we where playing a huge game of jenga. "Wanna join?" I asked and she scoffed and turned around and left. "Do you think that was a yes?" I asked Smitty who snorted at me.

"Come on jenga master." He said and I followed him out the door. Smitty really is something. After we left Penelope's house yesterday he took me to the store and bought all of my favorite snacks and then we went back to my apartment and curled up together on my couch while watching horror movies that where so bad they only thing scary about them was the acting. He then made hot chocolate for both of us and we sat up and talked about everything.

It took a few hours but by the time I flopped down into my bed I was feeling a thousand times better and thanking the lord for giving me Smitty. I watched him now and laughed as he finger gunned Robert only for Robert to flip him off.

Finally we reached the bosses office and stepped through the open door. The boss motioned for us to sit in the chair across from him and after I closed the door we did. He sat behind a big oak desk with a high backed leather chair. Balker was also here, standing next to the boss and glaring at us like I'd just shit on his yard.

"Boys I'm really sorry to do this but I'm suspending you until the Ebony case is done." I jolted up in the seat at that and Smitty went tense beside me. "What!?" "We cant have arguing when we're dealing with such a important case besides you both could use a break." "That's absolutely retarded!" I argued. "We don't know anything about the killer! It could be anyone, hell it could be Balker!"

"What! That's ridiculous! Why would it be me You dense idiot!?" Balker raged. "Yes Balker, we're aware. My partner was just throwing out a example." Smitty said. His voice was completely indifferent and anyone who didn't know him wouldn't understand what that meant: he was pissed. "You boys have forced my hand. With you disappearing yesterday, the arguing, over stepping your boundaries, and even disobeying orders-"

"Not your orders." I defended. "Balker is in charge of this case. It's your job to listen to his orders. You two should be thankful that I don't fire you. You're not bad cops and you've helped solve a lot of cases in the past. Go home, get some rest. I'll call you when the case is done." Balker moved from beside the boss and opened the door for us.

Smitty and I stood from the chairs and walked out. When the door closed behind us I realized Balker had followed us out. "Smitty I could always use your help. You have my number if you choose to work with me." Balker said and I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for the offer, but I have a partner incase you forgot." Smitty spoke through gritted teeth.

"Who him?" Balker looked at me in disgust. "He's hardly even useful. Maybe he'll die over you guys little 'break'. Nobody would miss him if he did." I opened my mouth to fire back the most nasty comeback I had but before I could say anything Smitty's fist was connecting with his face.

"Don't fucking talk about my best friend like that you cunt." Smitty fumed and I stared in shock. Smitty never lost his temper. He got mad sure but his anger was a alarming calm. Smitty grabbed my hand and started dragging me away and I turned back and wiggled my fingers in goodbye at Balker who was now holding his cheeks and staring after us in shock.

                        ~~~~***~~~~

It was one in the morning and I couldn't sleep. The events of today kept playing over and over in my head. After we had left the building Smitty dropped my hand and stormed over to his car. "Don't listen to Balker." He spat and then got in and pulled out of the lot.

He hasn't spoke to me since then. Not even a simple text but I didn't take it to heart. When Smitty gets mad sometimes it's best to just leave him be. I was busy thinking about how to get revenge on Balker. Nobody gets my partner basically fired and gets away with it. Me, ok fine whatever I'm not that important anyways but Smitty doesn't deserve to pay for my mistakes.

I threw the blankets off and rugged on some jeans and a tank top, ran my fingers through my poofy bleach blond hair and climbed into my car. Smitty's house wasn't to far from mine. I parked in his driveway and looked at the dark one story house. It was a small thing, one bedroom and one and a half bath with a open concept kitchen, dining room, and living room.

I knew it just as well as my own appartement. I climbed out of the car and walked around to the back yard and the window he always kept open just for times when I wanted to come in. It was our compromise since he someone how managed to get a master key to my whole apartment building and often likes to just waltz on in like he payed the rent.

I lifted myself up and rolled through the window with practiced skill. I stood up and brushed myself off. The house was completely dark and silent but it didn't bother me. I made my way to bed bedroom and threw the door open and found Smitty passed out with his blankets tangled around his legs and the moonlight reflecting off his bare chest.

I walked over and rusted through his dresser till I found a plain black t-shit. I threw it at his face. "Wake up stud." He groaned and sat up rubbing his eyes. He was a light sleeper. "John? What the fuck are you doing here at," He paused and checked his clock "one thirty in the morning?"

I smirked, "you're under arrest." "John, what-" "for being to hot" I interrupted. He groaned and flopped back down. "Get out." "No no wait," I said chuckling. "We're gonna get revenge, get up and get dressed."

"John I really don't feel like being arrested." Smitty protested but he put the t-shirt is thrown at him on. "We won't, I promise. But we can't let Balker get away without doing something." I explained. "Fine, I trust you John." I snickered. "Maybe you shouldn't."