He wasn't in love with her. Not at all. Not one bit. Nope.
So when she was held a gunpoint, سے طرف کی a deranged serial killer, he had her back as a partner. His دل raced like an 808, pounding inside his chest. His palms were sweaty as the gripped his gun, trembling at arms length, ready to آگ کے, آگ anytime. The fear in her eyes as the killer buried the gun deeper and deeper into her neck, threatening to pull the trigger at any سیکنڈ worried him. Because she was his friend, his partner. Nothing more.
He wasn't in love with her. Not at all. Not one bit. Nope.
So when she was محفوظ back in the squadroom...
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