Killian's POV

"What the fuck is in this anyway?" Sarah groaned, as she tried to drag the heavy suitcase out of the car and into the parking garage.

"A bit of everything." I shrugged. I had offered to carry it but Sarah was always like that. She liked doing things like this for me and even though I was perfectly capable, I let her.

It was too much effort to try and stop her anyways.

"Are you staying for a few months or a few years, Killian?" She groaned again. I offered her another forced smile as we started making our way up to her apartment.
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Thankfully, the elevator at Sarah's apartment was actually working for a change. I recalled the last time I had visited Sarah. It had been a little over a year ago, and it took us half an hour at least to get the bags up to her 10th floor.

This time I had brought just a few extra things since my stay here was going to be longer than expected...

That and I needed something to keep me busy since I found New York City to be incredibly annoying.

Sarah's home was exactly how I had left it a year ago, but that was just who she was.

She didn't like change. I didn't like change. We understood each other.

Her home looked just like what you'd expect a cop's would. Everything was meticulously set into place, and I already knew I'd find a towel and some soap laying on the guest bed before I even stepped foot in it.

Sarah was always mentioning how different we were, yet her actions told a different story. I think she was afraid to have something in common with me. Afraid to be like me.

"So I have something to tell you that you most definitely will not like." Sarah started. She tried to set the suitcase on my bed, and opted for the floor after many attempts to lift it up. I got that slight warm feeling I usually got in my chest when Sarah did something ridiculous like that.

Something inside me, a very small part but a part nonetheless, reminded me of how I kinda missed that feeling. I couldn't remember the last time I felt anything but annoyance and irritation towards anyone.

"What is it?" I asked, as I began to rearrange the room to my liking. That was just one of the few things I didn't mind about Sarah, she left me alone to shift everything in the guest room to the way I saw fit.

"I may or may not have mentioned your existence to my partner and he's now hellbent on prying into my personal life. He's arranged some kind of get together next week here."

"You have a partner?" I asked, my eyebrows raised slightly in confusion and intrigue. Sarah had always worked better alone.

But then again, she was never alone. She had me.

"Yeah he joined the force a little over a year ago."

I had already stopped being interested.

"I'm not going." I stated simply. She chuckled at that.

"You don't have to go anywhere, we're having the party here."

"So you just let some random guy-"

"Not random, he's my partner."

"-Just plan a party-"

"Get together."

"-in our home?"

"My home." She reminded me.

"Who is this guy anyways? I don't like him." I shook my head. I was now interested again. I just couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Sarah had someone else. I mean, they weren't actually seeing each other... Were they?

Don't get me wrong, Sarah was by definition, beautiful, but she did have her quirks. Quirks I'm sure she told no one about.

Them again, she also had this charisma to her. I'd always been jealous of it. Her ability to adapt and mix in with any crowd around her, while I on the other hand, stuck out like a sore thumb.

"You don't like anyone." She reminded me, which wasn't true.

I liked Sarah.

And only Sarah.

Chief whats-his-name wasn't too bad either... but he could never know that. I'd dedicated to much of my time to tear down his self esteem. One compliment and that ego would come back full force.

I couldn't have that. All my work would have been for nothing.

"I like cells, and technically, humans are made up of millions of them. So really, I like everyone. What I don't like, is the choices humans have made within moments of generating and creating such cells. Its not the body, its the mind, that's corrupt." I corrected.

"What about babies? They haven't made any terrible life choices yet." Sarah countered.

"Babies are the most selfish of all. They demand to be held and fed and sometimes, the little shits cry for no apparent reason. They are the seed in each human that started that need for attention and greediness."

"Elderly people?"

"Too entitled." I shrugged.

I did that a lot.

Shrugged, I mean. Sarah always scolded me when I did.

She said I needed to look more interested in people. But there was nothing interesting about people. Everyone was the same. Regardless of how unique each chemical makeup was within each DNA strip in each human, humans were programmed for greed and envy and selfishness.

They listened just to speak again, they never listened to understand.

I've carried better conversations with walls.

"Could you at least give it a shot? Its just going to be a few people here. We recently closed a pretty big case and I was planning on doing something to celebrate anyways."

"Go kill your livers at a bar, I hear that's what normal people do to celebrate." I sighed. I could already tell this argument was over though. There was no winning when it came to Sarah.

It was like a internal battle as to whether or not I liked the fact that she was my kryptonite.

"I promise its just a few hours love, nothing serious. Now go and get settled in, I have to make it back to the office at late hours tonight to catch up on filing. Some bullshit Chief put us on for not following protocol to catch this bad guy."

"What he'd do?" I asked.

One of the few reasons I could tolerate Sarah was we both shared an equal desire for solving puzzles. We always had, since we were children. Once she had joined the force, I found myself getting wrapped up in most of her cases.

Chief whats-his-name was hard on her for sharing that private information with me, but I think he was secretly more annoyed with the amount of cases we we were capable of, and did solve, together.

It was funny how humans were like that. The whole point of being a cop was to catch the bad guys right? How were they so capable of letting their ego's get in the way of progress? Didn't that defeat the purpose of why they took an oath?

"Well we were chasing a well known member of the black market that was working operations here in New York. We didn't exactly work by the book with the case-"

"But you knew that was the only way you'd get him." I replied. She nodded back to me, as a smile crept on her lips.

That was Sarah for you.

And she had finally found a job that she quite literally might have been born for.

Me on the other hand... I wasn't so sure about what I was born for.