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Confessions Of A Bewitched Assistant

Sicillian couldn't help an overwhelming sense of unease as she followed her friends through the entrance to the warehouse. She thought it an odd venue to hold a music festival, but what did she know? She carefully took Dirk's hand, noticing he also seemed weary, eyes darting around, skittish. A crowd this large... Anyone could be there.

"You gonna be okay?" She asked quietly as they neared where Farah, Todd and Tina had drawn to a stop.

"I think so." He murmured feverishly.

"Just stay close, okay?" The brunette told him, offering a half smile.

"I wouldn't dream of doing anything else." Normally, Sicillian would have taken such a sentence in her stride, but given her newly acquired knowledge, she was overthinking everything. The green eyed American tried to push her confusion and own thoughts on the subject, setting her mind on what they were supposed to be doing at the present time. They'd be able to discuss, or avoid discussing, this later.

"You two took your time." Todd raised an eyebrow as they finally caught up with the group.

"Got distracted." Sicillian shrugged.

"Oh did you?" The ex bellhop made a face she knew exactly how to interpret, but chose to ignore, slapping her friend's shoulder slightly.

"As, I was saying, there's a lot of people in there, so we gotta be careful." Farah said calmly, as ever, the one kick-start a plan into motion. Tina nodded. The deputy bit her lip, pulling the four off to the side of the walkway through to the stage area.

"So here's what I was thinking. We split up, I use my thing-" She started.

"Your police badge?" The bodyguard cut in, a hint of amusement present in her voice.

"Yeah, right, that. Todd and I go up on stage and check the crowd out from the front. You and Dirk use his thing-" She continued.

"His innate connection to the fabric of the universe?" Sicillian raised an eyebrow.

"Right. And you take it from the back." Tina finished with a gleeful smile.

"What about me?" The Hollistic Assistant asked.

"Go with Dirk, you'll help calm him down." The ex bellhop replied.

"Roger that."

"Are you sure it's absolutely necessary to go on stage?" Farah asked, half bemused, half exasperated. The four none cops had a sneaking suspicion it wasn't.

"Yes. Very necessary." She definitely just wanted an excuse to go up on the stage at a big music festival. "And probably vital to the investigation." She sounded extremely Dirk-like there. The brunette assumed that's what the deputy was going for. The shortest member of the team grabbed Todd's arm, pulling him towards the crowd, leaving the two American woman and the brit. The latter opened his mouth to complain, but Farah just held up a hand to stop him, pointing after their friends.

This was by far one of the most unpleasant experiences Sicillian had ever had. She could barely breath for the swathes of people she was squashed in between, and the shattering, electronic beat screaming from the speakers was making her head pound with tension. Dirk didn't seem to be having much fun either, clinging so tightly to her hand in an effort to not get separated that the brunette woman was scared he was cutting off her circulation. The dark skinned woman with them seemed to be faring better, though she was clearly far from in her element.

"You feeling anything yet?" Farah asked the Hollistic Detective.

"That's not how it works, you should know this by now!" Sicillian stumbled as a group pushed through the crowd, sending ripples of movement that struck her. She slipped, hand only touching the floor for a second before Dirk pulled her up, but it was enough to make her want to be sick.