[Elliot Clayton x fem!oc]
(𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 -- 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞)
Gretta Kemble is the 17 year old daughter of single mother and police homicide detective Grace Kemble, who is most known for dealing with the most high profile cas...
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Grace let out a small and tired sigh as she stared at a map filled with possible locations of where the detonator could be. It was only 11am and she felt swamped.
She wasn't sure where to start and the amount of places the Bureau had listed in Spain was overwhelming. That was when there was a knock at the door to the conference.
Gretta popped her head in and smiled at her mom, attempting to wave while she was carried two cold brews in from the vending machine in each hand.
"How's my precious pearl doing?" Grace asks, smiling as her daughter unexpectedly goes in to give her a hug.
"I'm good...I missed you." Gretta admits, her voice a bit muffled from burying her face into Grace's t-shirt.
"I've missed you too." Grace whispers back, kissing her forehead.
They stayed like that for a moment until Grace asks,
"Why did you bring me coffee?"
"Thought you could use a pick-me-up." Gretta explains, handing one of the cans to her mom, sits down in one of the chairs and takes a sip from her own drink. Grace smiled briefly as she noticed her daughter was staying to keep her coming.
Grace went back to the map, Gretta went on her phone and a moment later the door opened again.
"Hey, Gretta!" The voice was Jack so Grace didn't look up.
"Hey." Gretta casually replies, distracted by texting Elliot about the case (but no one in the room but her knew that).
Jack walked over to where Grace leaned over a conference table.
"Any luck so far?" Grace shook her head.
"Nope. And until someone fesses up, it's going to be extremely difficult."
"Yeah. Gilchrist won't tell us anything, though. So what do we do now?"
"If I may interrupt, Grace." All three people in the room turn to see Armand Dupont standing in the doorway.
"Go on." Grace encourages, straightening up.
"I'd like to help," Dupont explains hesitantly as he steps forward, "I don't know about the Promethians' plan but I'm happy to tell you the little I do know."
Grace and Jack glance at each other, not sure if he can be trusted.
"You'd better wait in the interrogation room then, Dupont." Jack decides, his voice serious. "Grace will be with you shortly."
Dupont reluctantly leaves and Jack looks back at Grace.
"I spoke with the chief and she wants us to try and stop the referendum. She suggested going to someone with influence. And guess who I suggested?"
"Who?" Grace asks, giving in.
"Princess Sofia! I'm dying to try out my charm on royalty." Grace huffs in amusement and rolls her eyes.
