the engraver

Maura scanned how much was left in her cigarette. “I’ve never seen a more fucked Voyageurs. I’ve been following them for over a decade now. There’s some shit going down in the room that everyone can see.” Mac took a deep breath. “Is it that obvious?” He said with a smirk. “I’ve heard you boys talk more shit about each other this year than ever before.” Maura said. “And you’re not hiding it.” “Huh?” “Whatever, this season is a bust anyway. You boys tell us girls everything. We know who hates each other, who drinks the most, who dips the most, who bangs the most; we could fuck with your lives if we wanted to.” She sighed and took a drag. “But you guys don’t need our help this season.” “So, what, there’s a confession… thing?” He drummed his fingers against the cold garage door, trying to tap out the right word through morse code. “Booth?” “No,” She said with an eyeroll, crunchy eyelashes batting away snow, “But we talk too. Everyone talks about everyone. You know this.”