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Marketable Atrocities

"Morning." Usually Sicillian would have responded with some form of greeting, but only had the strength to turn over in bed to face Dirk. She'd gotten used to sleeping in, but with a new case she didn't agree to solve, everyone was denied the luxury.

"Can't we just stay here?" She murmured, burying herself into the duvet slightly. The brit's arms went around her automatically as he sighed, knowing the answer was no, but wishing it was yes.

"Not thrilled about the new case, I see?"

"Astute observation. But neither are you." The American's voice was muffled by the blanket as she spoke, meaning Dirk had to think for a second before realising what she'd said.

"No, not particularly. Look, you didn't think there was something... I don't know, off about Samantha?" He asked slowly, unsure as he spoke. However, the brunette had been thinking the same.

"I did. It was almost like she was trying to look ordinary and plain. It was too forced. She's hiding something." Sicillian bit her lip, a tell that she was thinking hard about something.

"I recognised her voice. I think. If I do, I can't remember from where." Dirk tried to recall where he'd heard it before, but came up blank.

"Look, I reckon for now, we treat her with caution. I'm not being paranoid, this case is definitely connected to Blackwing. So we need to have our wits about us. Something I know you struggle with." She teased at the end, tapping his nose once.

"I'm getting better!" He exclaimed indignantly. Sicillian set her jaw and tried not to laugh. "I am!"

"You're adorable when you're in denial." She shot back, realising her plan had back fired and she'd actually just complimented him.

"And you're just adorable." The shorter of the two couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face involuntarily, kissing the detective's cheek with a flushed face. As someone who had a rather... Disjointed childhood, any word of kindness hit the Hollistic Assistant hard. It was one of the things Dirk liked about her so much, because God knows he could sit and compliment her all day.

"I love you, you know that?" She smiled peacefully.

"Of course I do, you tell me every waking second." The Hollistic Detective laughed. Deep down though, he appreciated the constant support. Like Sicillian, he had been starved of a lot of love and affection growing up, so her reminders always made him feel better.

"It's not like you'll ever grow bored of me saying it though, will you?" The woman with green eyes chuckled, embracing him tightly.

"Nor will I get bored of responding. I love you too." The British man replied. If it was up to him, he would pack it all in, the Detective Agency, everything, just for this. Of course, he had both at this point, but that was to change at any given time. The new case was undoubtedly connected to Blackwing, and the fact he still had to worry about the operation after almost seventeen years concerned him. A lot. Naturally he was worried for himself, but as ever, Sicillian took the frontline of his thoughts.

It took her a lot longer to break there than him, and Dirk knew this from experience. She'd told him about the last time she was there, how everyday she'd do everything in her power to make Freidkin's life a living hell, pounding on the walls and being uncooperative. But eventually she would. No one could outlast such an intense attack on the psychology forever. And of course, he knew they were likely to use her against him, and vice versa. If they did, God knows he'd be powerless to resist.

He was jerked from his thoughts as the brunette woman continued to speak.

"How long do you think we can procrastinate before Todd forces us to go investigate the Trauma Agency?" She asked, using the nickname she used for Blackwing. Because something people figured out early on when getting to know Sicillian, was her fondness for ignoring her emotions and using jokes to deal with the reality of the situation. It was a habit that majorly pissed off a lot of people, but those at the agency knew to be patient with her, and she'd gain more from their support than scolding. Todd and Farah had adapted to such a coping mechanism well, and encouraged and supported her (and Dirk) astronomically.