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[b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Monday May 22nd, 2017[/h3][/center][center][hr] [@Sigil] [@Morose] [@Dragoknighte] [@FantasyChic] [@Scallop] [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]

	[b][color=ed1c24]La Hacienda: Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico:[/color][/b] [color=f26522]"Si, everything will be fine."[/color] Natasha's voice could be heard outside the door as it opened. Maria seemed to have a look of relief on her face as she coddled little Liam in her arms and stepped out of the room a time later. 

	"They will fill this?" she asked as she held out a piece of paper in her hand. 

	[color=f26522]"They should but if they don't, call this number,"[/color] Natasha added as she took the paper and jotted down a phone number and name. [color=f26522]"Dr. Lopez and I worked together during a nonprofit trip. He is in Mexico city but a call and a mention of my name should get you take care of. If there is any problems just let me know,"[/color] she said as the two walked down the stairs. 

	"Gracias. So you work in Justice?" Maria asked as they headed back out to the garden. 

	[color=f26522]"Yeah, just recently started,"[/color] Natasha answered as she made her way over to the bench to sit back down. It was obvious she was tired but she was holding it together. Maria asked why the change and Natasha began to fill her in a bit. She tried to keep it vague but it was obvious Maria wanted details. Maybe it was just to take her mind off things. Natasha had never enjoyed talking about her diagnosis or trials but the two were getting along. It had been sometime since Natasha had had a mother figure. She spoke of how when she was first diagnosis she had fled to Justice because of their oncology department and that she hadn't wanted to have her own co-workers always around when she was in treatment. [color=f26522]"When I finally started to get better the dean of medicine wanted to hire me but I didn't want to stay,"[/color] she said as she shrugged. 

	"Why was that?" Maria asked as Liam lay down on the blanket on the ground and was slowly dozing off as his grandmother rubbed his back gently. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Diamond District:[/color][/b] "Oh gurl, don't ya worry. Seems like you spend all your time taking care of your body, let me handle the hair," Wayne said as he went to work at scrubbing and washing and conditioning Mali's hair. The man may have talked a mile a minute but he had skilled hands. Seemed to know exactly how much pressure to put, how warm to make the water, how not to let someone get a pinch in their neck having to lean back the way they did. It wasn't long until Mali was all rinsed and Wayne had finished toweling drying her hair as much as he was going to. 

	"Now, let's get you in my throne and get to work," he said with a bright smile as he cleaned up the station a bit and waltzed over to his chair, spinning it around for Mali to take a seat. "Just a quick trim is all you will need before I start dryin' ya. Put a nice glaze in your hair, it is going to shine like the dickens hun," he added with a grin. Zoie looked over from her chair and rolled her eyes a bit. Wayne was always flamboyant, had been ever since high school and from the way things were going it seemed that he just kicked it up a notch every year that passed. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Police Department: Station 54:[/color][/b] Roy covered the phones receiver as he looked over towards Riley. "Some dude not making any sense," he said before he turned his attention back to the conversation on the line. He was jotting down notes from what the man said - Boston Heights, Felix Hausten, Asylum. 

	"Dude, I think I am missing some major information here. Just because you got attack at some home for the insane doesn't mean anyone is out to get you at home. You aren't connecting the dots," Roy spouted off into the phone. The man was talking as if Roy had been privy to anything that had happened to him, not like a person that actually needed the details and for someone to lay it out flatly. For all Roy knew right then, this Felix guy was someone that needed to be locked up at Justice Asylum with all this ranting and raving. Maybe he was the crazy one. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]FBI Headquarters Justice:[/color][/b] Marc stood up and shook the woman's hand. [color=82ca9d]"Only one more thing of note. Please watch your six. This town isn't like others. We all know in our line of work that the worst can happen. We are prepared for it but if they can take a man like Lawson down... they can get anyone..."[/color] Marc warned Priya before escorting her to the elevator. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Feel free to contact me if you need to,"[/color] he said before bidding her a good day and stepping back over to his desk. He wasn't sure if he could trust her, he was lacking on trust these days. Too many people had stabbed him or others he knew in the back. He wanted to trust people but he had learned the hard way years ago that things weren't always that simple. Hell, even back in high school they hadn't been that simple but then again... Grimm wasn't exactly the normal Americana town anymore...

	[b][color=ed1c24]Justice Asylum:[/color][/b] "Yes of course," the woman at the reception desk said on the phone before hanging it up. She explained where to go to Risa before handing her a visitors pass and buzzing her through. It wasn't long before the translator had made her way up the stairs and to the floor she had been directed to go to. The place was a bit of a maze even with the directions she had been give but she eventually made her way to the room she was told to wait outside of to meet the doctor that needed her as a translator. Letting out a bit of a breath she glanced around as she pushed her long hair back and off her shoulders. This was not what she wanted to be doing today but she did still have a job to do. With the building she had been working in in half rubble because of the bomb she figured she was lucky to get a call at all but then again, she had been in the building when the bomb went off, nearly died, had a surgery. They could have at least given her a bit more time off to heal. Nevertheless she was there now. She wasn't worried, Lucas was down stairs and she knew he would watch her back; he always did.