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At the station, Jacqueline sat in a cold cell waiting for someone from her team to arrive. She felt angry, embarrassed, and confused. The nurse costume felt even more ridiculous now that she was sitting alone in the small cell, like some street whore. 'Fuck, never again, never again will I ever do an undercover job as a woman! Damn you, Rodrigo!' she cursed and wrapped her arms around herself, trying to get some warmth.
"Stand up, sweetie," an officer's voice broke the silence, and Jacqueline stood up slowly. "Follow me," the officer added, and Jacqueline followed her with small steps, her heels clicking loudly against the concrete floor, caused her embarrassment.
In the interrogation room, Marie-Claire sat waiting, her eyes red from crying. "Jacqueline, what were you thinking? Walking around dressed like that!" she said in a harsh tone and banged her fist on the table, caused Jacqueline to flinch. "You have no idea what you've put me through!"
"I didn’t... choose this!" Jacqueline spat out, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and embarrassment, and her new accent only adding to the ridiculousness of the situation. "I... was on mission... undercover. They... they do zis to me," she stammered, trying to find the words in her new language, which only made the situation worse while seating awkwardly. The sound of her own voice, high and soft, made her cringe.
"Mission? What are you talking about? You're a nurse, not a spy!" Marie-Claire said, confused, then sighed, lowered her eyes for a few moments. 'She talks to me like I'm a little girl. Like I'm stupid,' Jacqueline thought feeling her new emotions of shame, fear and guilt boiling up. She bit her lower lip, feeling a strong desire to cry.
*Sob
Her eyes were watering as she lowered her head in despair, but at the same time Marie-Claire hugged her with all her strength. "I paid your bail, you silly, silly girl," Marie-Claire whispered with a voice that Jacqueline found extremely sexy and hugged her back, hiding her face in Marie-Claire's warm bosom, crying more loudly this time, almost hysterical.
"Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're an angel! Merci! Je suis si contente de te revoir!" (I'm so glad to see you!) exclaimed Jacqueline sobbing, succumbing to new emotions she didn't quite know how to manage, sobbing with relief and gratitude while the female officer watched in the distance.
Marie-Claire slightly raised Jacqueline's head and placed her warm palm on Jacqueline's face. "Don't cry, you silly," whispered Marie-Claire and gently kissed Jacqueline on her lips. "Je suis amoureuse de vous!" (I'm in love with you!)
"Je... I..." stuttered Jacqueline, with a shocked look on her face, trying to understand what was happening, slowly regaining control of herself. 'Oh my god, what was that... I acted like some pathetic whiny bitch... What is going on?' thought Jacqueline in confusion as they walked out of the police station hand-in-hand.