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Angel of Mine -Part 1 I felt like a nervous schoolgirl as I stepped out of the car in the FBI car park. . It was raining so I put up my umbrella and ran towards the doors. Shaking the droplets off the umbrella, I shivered and then walked towards the elevator. I smoothed my skirt as I pressed the button. I wore my best suit for her. Black, the jacket complimented my bust and the skirt made my legs look longer and sexier. It had a great split up the side that was smart but sexy�not too revealing, which usually left them wanting more. My hands were shaking as I pressed the button for the basement. The elevator rumbled as it began it�s descent to the room most agents would never dare venture to for fear of never returning alive�or maybe just never returning complete with their sanity. I closed my eyes and picked at my nails nervously, removing non-existent dirt. The journey seemed to be taking an eternity and I opened my eyes with a jerk as the elevator shuddered to a grinding halt. The doors opened gracefully and without a sound. I hesitated then stepped through the doors, my shoes making a sound. Not as graceful as the elevator I thought as I �clip-clopped� down the corridor. I felt like I was walking the Green Mile. The end of the corridor seemed to be moving further away every time I put one foot in front of the other. Then it was there. The door. I didn�t know what to do. I turned to walk away and then rebuked myself for being so childish. I was a grown woman; I could do this�couldn�t I? I froze outside this door. The door that would inevitably lead to my fate; Good or Bad, this door would lead me down my destined path. I was afraid. I felt like my heart was on a path of it�s own: straight through my chest. I could have sworn she would be able to hear it beating through the door. Taking a deep breath I lifted my trembling hand to the door. I brought it back down and laughed nervously. *Get a grip Monica�this is your office. You don�t need to knock�* I told myself. I grabbed the handle and twisted. The door opened and I could smell Dana�s perfume immediately. I breathed it in and walked over to my desk. She looked up from her own and flashed a wide toothy smile. � Afternoon Mon, you want some coffee? � I shook my head. She stood up and took off her jacket. � Even though it�s raining, It�s so hot in here today, I�ll have to ask them to fix the air conditioning again.� I tore my gaze away from her stunning body. She looked good in that top. � I�m starting to feel the heat.� I said, biting on my bottom lip. She smiled and then sat down again. �What�s wrong Mon? You don�t look so good. Are you sick?� she sounded concerned. Any other time I would have craved for her sweet affection but at this very moment I felt like running away and hiding. Why was it, when I was so close to something, it seemed like the most frightening thing in the world? I sat on the edge of my desk and smiled. �I�m fine. Just got a headache, that�s all.� �Have you had any pills for it?� she rested her fist underneath her chin and looked up at me. *God, why are you so beautiful?* Her ice blue eyes were filled with concern for me and I was about to either replace that concern with happiness or with tears of sadness. *Please God�don�t let it be the latter* I thought as she wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. I loved the way she always did that. I shook my head. �I had some, umm, a couple of hours ago but they�umm, they don�t seem to have worked.� I stuttered. She wrinkled her brow and traced her bottom lip with her manicured finger. �I have some in my bag I think. You should take two more. Hang on.� She bent down under the desk and I bit on my lower lip again as her top revealed her cleavage. Her red hair fell loosely onto her face as she sat back down and opened the box of pills. With a delicate stroke of her hand she swept it behind her ear and smoothed down the back. �Here you go.� She smiled, handing me the pills. �Thanks. I�ll just go get some water.� I said, smiling back. �No, just take them with a sip of my coffee, save you walking all the way up there.� She held out her Mug and I took it. Her lipstick mark was on the rim and I quickly put the tablets in my mouth and swallowed them with a mouthful of delicious coffee. I gave her back her coffee and then searched my soul for the right words� �Dana�� I began, and finished. My soul didn�t know what to say either. She looked up. *Take a deep breath Monica�* I ordered myself. I picked at invisible threads on the hem of my skirt and then looked into her eyes. *Here we go�* � Dana�.I�I love you.� I said, pulling my gaze away. Afraid to look into her eyes. � Awww, I love you too Mon, you�re my best friend.� She stood up and walked over. I held back tears of frustration as she hugged me. � I don�t know what I�d do without you.� She smelled really good. � No Dana�you don�t understand�I..I�m in love with you�� I felt her go stiff in my arms. She fell silent and started to move away. I searched her face for signs, anything to let me know what was running through her mind. She was staring at the floor and her face was pale. A tear escaped down her cheek and bounced onto the floor. |
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