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"Well I've got everything in my hands anyway- I think. So yeah you're free of your guarding duties," She tilted her head to signal the guys to come and follow her upstairs where Rocky lives.
She had been going in and out of his building for more than a decade, Rik had always felt at home in Rocky's crib.
"Cricky, I'm really sorry. I swear I won't be careless next time," Rocky was pulling the end of her police uniform and was saying his apologies.
"Don't... call... me... Cricky," Rik said through gritted teeth, stopped on her tracks and looked at Rocky with a glare.
"Just kidding. I just want to see you smile. It's been a while since I saw one on your face," The playful friend in him blurted out as he shrugged his shoulders and shielded his self as if Rik was going to hit him.
She let out a stiff sigh and decided to sit on the steps of the stairs. Letting all her frustration out, her eyes were then filled with tears.
"I... I'm sorry," She sniffled and quickly wiped her eyes with the rim of her sleeves.
"Aw Rik! It's okay to cry," He rushed to her side and comforted her friend. He placed his right arm over her shoulders and consoled her.
"I just hate it every time that I thought I have something that would lead me to solve the crime it always ends up to a dead end," Her shoulders shook as she grabbed the handkerchief that Rocky handed her.
She then looked at Kirby and apologized, "I'm sorry you have to see me like this." Her eyes were almost dry but traces of sadness were still visible.