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So some of my followers know how much I love to write and how much I do it. But I hardly EVER let ANYONE read my work. This is a huge step for me, and I'm not even sure if I'm gonna go through with it, but here is a little section of something I've been working on since last August.-

I stepped in the conference room, and knew immediately that I had walked into a land mine. On the far side of the conference table stood B.A.U Matthew Gibson and a few inches in front of him was C.S.I Technician, Jasper Evenson. Their spines were stiff ridges in their backs, and the tension between them made the air feel stiff and heavy. Matthew towered over Jasper, but Jasper eyes were cold and hard which made up for the few extra inches he lacked. Both of them held their fists so tightly that their knuckles were almost as white as the papers in my hand.

Wedged between them, Detective Brent Houston tried to pull them apart but his attempts made little impact. The both held still without wavering. Even Jasper did. Although he did have some muscles, they were muted and a bit on the wiry side.

Behind me the door clicked shut and they both looked over. Immediately their eyes and expressions softened and the tension in the room thinned.

“What the hell’s going on it here.” they both paused to glare at each other and stepped apart. Mumbling something about an unfinished profile, Matthew left the room and Jasper watched him go, happily. I stepped in front of Jasper’s line of vision, trying to read was he was thinking, but all I could get was that he was glad that Matthew had left.

“I’m not kidding Jazz. Tell me what happened.” I tried being patient with him, which was not one of my talents.
His ice blue eyes met mine again and shivers combed through my back.
“He told me to stay away from you.”
“Why?”
“Isn’t it obvious? He likes you Rosalie.” I tensed at the sound of my full name, which gave me a taste of how serious this was.
“And what did you say?”
“I told him that you want what you want. He said that you didn’t know what you wanted. I said that you were an adult, you could make your own decisions, and that you wouldn’t let yourself get hurt.”

Anger flared in my suddenly infernal and uncomfortably tight chest. I didn’t need Matthew worrying about me. Jasper was right. I was an adult and I could take care of myself.

“I need to talk to him. Now.” I left the conference room and Jasper and Brent let me go.
When I fond Matthew, who had lied to me and wasn’t profiling some freak, I wasn’t sure what I was going to say. But I knew it had to be something so that he knew I was serious.

When he saw me, his face lit up and he smiled, probably thinking I had chose him over Jasper. This was so ironic. Last year, I would have chosen him over Jasper, but in that time, I had gotten close to Jasper and realized that I should have been giving him my attention.

“Listen, I don’t need you to look after me and tell me what I want. Even though you’re a profiler, you don’t know what I want or the first thing about me. Don’t worry about it. If I wanted you in this, I would have asked you personally. In conclusion; stay out of it.” there was nothing else I wanted to say so I turned around and blindly walked back to the crime lab, while I tried not to think about the stricken look on Matthew’s face.