Six Months Later (Season 1 Ending)

The rain had returned, as it always did.

Daniela stood beneath a crooked awning in a quiet corner of the city, watching the drops streak down the glass storefront beside her. This used to be Kayleigh's territory. Once pulsing with illicit deals, now stripped bare. The Vipers were long gone. What remained was emptiness—and the ghosts of everything that had happened.

Six months.

Her suspension had officially turned into a quiet resignation. IA didn't fire her — that would've drawn too much attention. Instead, they let her slip away. No headlines. No scandal. Just a name that stopped appearing on reports.

She was no longer Detective Daniela Silva.

And strangely, she didn't miss the badge.

At least, not as much as she thought she would.

Instead, she had found herself in small things:

Freelance security consulting.

Private investigation work.

Occasional jobs that let her stay off the grid.

And the quiet. The strange quiet of freedom.

But some days—like today—the ache returned.

She glanced at her watch.

If Eleanor was coming, she would be here soon.

Or not.

Daniela didn't know.

They hadn't spoken since the night of the cab. Eleanor had vanished into the safety of her new identity, her relocation program, her promised protection. There had been no letters, no messages, no contact.

Until last week.

A postcard. No return address. No handwriting, only the printed words:

"Crimson Alley. June 15. Noon."

Nothing more.

It could've been a trap. Daniela had considered that. But part of her knew it wasn't.

Some connections don't vanish.

The minutes dragged on.

She leaned against the cold brick wall, forcing herself to stay calm, to not hope too much — and yet unable to stop.

Then she appeared.

At first, just a silhouette at the far end of the street. Hood up, hands deep in her coat pockets, walking carefully, scanning as she came closer.

Eleanor.

Her hair was shorter. Different colors. She was thinner, sharper somehow — as if the past months had carved something deeper into her.

But the eyes were the same.

When they reached each other, neither spoke right away.

Daniela swallowed. "You're supposed to be invisible."

"I was," Eleanor said softly. "Still am."

A faint smile tugged at her lips. "But some ghosts are worth visiting."

The air between them hummed. So many questions pressed against Daniela's chest, but she asked only one.

"Safe?"

Eleanor nodded. "Safe enough. But I couldn't stay completely buried. I needed to see you."

Daniela exhaled, the tightness in her ribs releasing slightly. "Me too."

They stood for a moment, the rain tapping around them like a metronome.

Then Eleanor reached out — tentative at first — and took Daniela's hand.

The touch was electric. Familiar. New.

"We can't stay long," Eleanor whispered.

"I know."

"This can't be a life."

Daniela nodded. "But it can be a moment."

And that, for now, was enough.

They stood together under the gray sky, silent, holding each other's hand like it was the last solid thing left in a world still learning how to bend without breaking.

Whatever came next — more waiting, more distance, more shadows — they had this.

One stolen moment.

One impossible love.

And for now, that was everything.

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To be continued in Spin-Off stories