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kittyluna45 "And finally, Griffin Green," Lily White said, her thin, dainty fingers running across the braille print of the pale paper sitting on the dining room table. It was a fairly normal morning for Alyssa Hobbs and Lily White. The outside sunlight was streaming through the curtains, filling their living room. The two lived in sort of a small apartment, with only a living room, a single bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom, what with having to live off of a single paycheck. But they didn't mind it, not at all.
This particular morning, Alyssa leaned against the doorframe, dressed in her jeans, black shirt, and leather jacket, ready for work as she sipped a mug of coffee, obviously Irish in style. Lily, on the other hand, was on the other side of the readiness spectrum.
She sat at the cheap metal table the two ate their meals on, dressed in a bright pink robe, her blonde hair a wild, untamed mane of a lion.
"He's a...werewolf," Alyssa said, pausing in between words to rifle through her memory. This was an activity the two did often, quizzing Alyssa on cases she might be on in order to keep Alyssa's mental skill in check. Today, however, it was not a case they were practicing with. It was Alyssa's new team. "He's a fighter, strong, he can take and pack a punch. But, save for his enhanced senses and lock picking, he doesn't have many pragmatic abilities outside of combat. And we need to make sure to keep him away from silver."
There was a silence in the room for a moment, as the blonde girl's fingers read the print, before she spoke.
"...Correct. That's everyone! Looks like you're ready for your first day on a team!" Lily said, smiling up from the paper, facing in the direction of her girlfriend.
"Ugh," Alyssa groaned, shifting from her position leaning on the doorframe to stand up straight, finishing her coffee and placing its empty mug on the kitchen counter. She then sauntered over to her Lily's sitting form, putting her hands on the back of the chair, and leaned into the girl's face, until they were inches away, Alyssa's lips curled into a smile. "Don't remind me. I wish I could just stay here all day. With you."
Lily giggled, giving Alyssa a light shove.
"I wish you could too, but someone has to pay the bills, and I'm afraid I'm not yet the rich and famous pianist you're so certain that I'm destined to be. C'mon, you're already late." As Lily spoke, Alyssa reluctantly slunk off of her, softly groaning. "Text me when you get some free time, call me on your lunch break, fill me in on everything about your day."
"Alright, alright, I'll go. But when you're making millions playing that piano of yours, it's going to be your turn to support me, got it?" Alyssa replied, giving Lily a quick peck on the lips. "Now go get back to sleep. You've got a big night tonight," referring to a gig that Lily had got at a popular local jazz club from ten to eleven thirty o'clock. With that, Alyssa began walking for the door leading out of their apartment. "Love you!" she called back to her girlfriend.
"Love you too!" Alyssa heard in reply as she stepped out of the apartment.
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By the time Alyssa was pulling into the Bureau's parking lot on her old, dinged-up motorcycle, its paint chipped away with several dents here and there, her smile from her morning flirting had faded under her helmet, replaced by a slight frown. Back to work she went, under the big metaphoric Man that she and Lily had made such fun of as kids. But as she rode across the parking lot to her parking space, which was one of the farthest from the entrance, likely given to her due to her less than positive reputation, a bright red flash sped in front of her, causing her to swerve on the asphalt, barely missing what she now realized was a young ginger woman skating towards the entrance of the building.
Alyssa stretched out her leg to stop the bike from toppling over, holding up her gloved fist, middle finger extended, its back facing the direction of the skater girl. She then started to move again, pulling one of the parking spaces at the end of the lot. After taking her helmet off and locking it into place, the detective shuffled over to the side door used by the maintenance crew. She typed in the code and swiped her keycard in the slot. With a soft click, the door unlocked, and she passed through it.
After traveling through a short, dirty hallway, stocked with mops, brooms, and rags, Alyssa opened the door that lead to the main lobby. She was stopped immediately by a large man in a suit but, with a flash of her badge, was let in. After marching up numerous stairs, she took a left, then a right, and ended up at the door of a conference room. After a moment of hesitation, Alyssa opened the door and entered, seeing various faces she recognized from the documents she read. She also noticed a box of donuts on top of the room's main table, which she immediately gravitated towards.
"Looks like we're missing a couple people. Am I early?" Alyssa said, giving off a light snort of laughter, knowing full well what time it was. She picked up a maple bar from the box and took a bite out of it, sitting on the table.
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This particular morning, Alyssa leaned against the doorframe, dressed in her jeans, black shirt, and leather jacket, ready for work as she sipped a mug of coffee, obviously Irish in style. Lily, on the other hand, was on the other side of the readiness spectrum.
She sat at the cheap metal table the two ate their meals on, dressed in a bright pink robe, her blonde hair a wild, untamed mane of a lion.
"He's a...werewolf," Alyssa said, pausing in between words to rifle through her memory. This was an activity the two did often, quizzing Alyssa on cases she might be on in order to keep Alyssa's mental skill in check. Today, however, it was not a case they were practicing with. It was Alyssa's new team. "He's a fighter, strong, he can take and pack a punch. But, save for his enhanced senses and lock picking, he doesn't have many pragmatic abilities outside of combat. And we need to make sure to keep him away from silver."
There was a silence in the room for a moment, as the blonde girl's fingers read the print, before she spoke.
"...Correct. That's everyone! Looks like you're ready for your first day on a team!" Lily said, smiling up from the paper, facing in the direction of her girlfriend.
"Ugh," Alyssa groaned, shifting from her position leaning on the doorframe to stand up straight, finishing her coffee and placing its empty mug on the kitchen counter. She then sauntered over to her Lily's sitting form, putting her hands on the back of the chair, and leaned into the girl's face, until they were inches away, Alyssa's lips curled into a smile. "Don't remind me. I wish I could just stay here all day. With you."
Lily giggled, giving Alyssa a light shove.
"I wish you could too, but someone has to pay the bills, and I'm afraid I'm not yet the rich and famous pianist you're so certain that I'm destined to be. C'mon, you're already late." As Lily spoke, Alyssa reluctantly slunk off of her, softly groaning. "Text me when you get some free time, call me on your lunch break, fill me in on everything about your day."
"Alright, alright, I'll go. But when you're making millions playing that piano of yours, it's going to be your turn to support me, got it?" Alyssa replied, giving Lily a quick peck on the lips. "Now go get back to sleep. You've got a big night tonight," referring to a gig that Lily had got at a popular local jazz club from ten to eleven thirty o'clock. With that, Alyssa began walking for the door leading out of their apartment. "Love you!" she called back to her girlfriend.
"Love you too!" Alyssa heard in reply as she stepped out of the apartment.
______________________________________________________
By the time Alyssa was pulling into the Bureau's parking lot on her old, dinged-up motorcycle, its paint chipped away with several dents here and there, her smile from her morning flirting had faded under her helmet, replaced by a slight frown. Back to work she went, under the big metaphoric Man that she and Lily had made such fun of as kids. But as she rode across the parking lot to her parking space, which was one of the farthest from the entrance, likely given to her due to her less than positive reputation, a bright red flash sped in front of her, causing her to swerve on the asphalt, barely missing what she now realized was a young ginger woman skating towards the entrance of the building.
Alyssa stretched out her leg to stop the bike from toppling over, holding up her gloved fist, middle finger extended, its back facing the direction of the skater girl. She then started to move again, pulling one of the parking spaces at the end of the lot. After taking her helmet off and locking it into place, the detective shuffled over to the side door used by the maintenance crew. She typed in the code and swiped her keycard in the slot. With a soft click, the door unlocked, and she passed through it.
After traveling through a short, dirty hallway, stocked with mops, brooms, and rags, Alyssa opened the door that lead to the main lobby. She was stopped immediately by a large man in a suit but, with a flash of her badge, was let in. After marching up numerous stairs, she took a left, then a right, and ended up at the door of a conference room. After a moment of hesitation, Alyssa opened the door and entered, seeing various faces she recognized from the documents she read. She also noticed a box of donuts on top of the room's main table, which she immediately gravitated towards.
"Looks like we're missing a couple people. Am I early?" Alyssa said, giving off a light snort of laughter, knowing full well what time it was. She picked up a maple bar from the box and took a bite out of it, sitting on the table.
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