Track: XVIII

"I don't like it." Chyler admitted, following Aria, and looking at her watch. They were already for an hour on the run and it seemed it was not supposed to end anytime soon.

"I don't like a lot of things, but I live with it." Callaghan shrugged, not even looking at her partner.

"How?"

"If you don't have what you like you come to like what you have." She shrugged. "And then you get used to it."

"I really don't…"

"Shhh." Aria raised her hand, to shut Chyler up. Toussaint needed to admit she was quite surprised about it. Aria she knew would probably just slap her hand all over her face and not allow her to say a word more.

Not that Frenchie didn't appreciate the former, though.

She stopped same as Callaghan did, trying to see something in the shades of grey taking over the perimeter. She couldn't.

"Can you…"