Catch me if you can

Things get weird

"I'm serious Laur. Be careful."

Lauren scoffed and lied back on her bed, staring up at the blank ceiling, wondering how long these 18 months were going to drag.

----

Camila had shown Ally the business card which she had immediately written off.

"Come on Mila, a PI service finds you the day of your resignation, I find that hard to believe. It's probably Jauregui's people trying to turn you or kill you." Ally said, folding her arms with a raised eyebrow.

"I think you're being paranoid." Camila replied, pacing in front of the TV, flipping the card between her fingers.

"And if I'm not?"

"Then I'll be found floating down the East River with teeth missing and a bullet wound in my forehead." Camila muttered with a dark grin.

"Not funny Mila." Ally sighed, leaning back on the sofa and settling her hands on the cushions beneath her.

"I'm kidding. They'd have to be suicidal to approach me in a cop bar of all places. If anything went wrong they'd be able to locate them so fast." Camila pointed out. "No, I think it's legit."

"Mila..."

"This is perfect, we can still do what we love; hunting down bad guys!" Camila pleaded, kneeling in front of the coffee table.

"And when those bad guys are just people cheating on each other and false suspicions? PI's don't hunt down serial killers or gang leaders. They help expose cheating spouses and other stupid liars." Ally sighed. "It's not the same as being a detective."

"So? At least we'd be helping someone." Camila snapped. Ally raised her hands and tilted her head.

"Alright. That I understand. But really Mila? PI?"

"I don't want to do anything else but being a cop wasn't what I thought it was." Camila rested her head on the table and took a deep breath. "I just want to help people. And this is all I know how to do Als."

"Firefighters help people."

"True... but I'd rather not be stuck in another academy so soon." Camila mumbled.

"I'll come with you." Ally finally said, making Camila look up quickly. "Only to make sure you don't get your ass murdered."

"Yes!"

----

Camila was definitely about to get them both murdered.

They stood in front of a shady looking building, windows surprisingly clean with the words BB Investigations printed on them. There were people watching them, curiously looking at the two newcomers.

"Sure about this?" Ally asked shakily. Camila gulped before setting her shoulders back and striding up to the door, pushing it open and trying to ignore the groan it emitted.

She walked up to a small reception area and waited for the woman at the desk to look up. Camila paused as she recognised the woman from the bar.

"Oh hey there, can I help you?" She asked.

"You slipped this into my pocket last night at Shaw's bar." Camila said, sliding the business card across the desk.

"Ah right.. I'll get the boss." The woman muttered before knocking on the door behind her. "Yo, Bear, visitors."

The door swung open a tall, slightly scrawny guy absolutely covered in tattoos leaned against the doorframe and rubbed his eyes.

"Oh, you. Right. Camila Cabello, the woman who brought down Lauren Jauregui." He said before yawning. "Sorry, it's just really early."