Saving Grace

Sex and Violence -- Siren Venom

~*****~

My phone began to trill loudly as I patted at Mary's back, willing her to spit up. I roll my eyes and pick it up. An unfamiliar number appears, so I put the baby down and step into the bathroom. "Can I help you?"

"Uh, yeah, Assistant Director Kaiser, please." A man hums softly.

"That would be me." I say firmly.

"Yes, ma'am, hello. It's Agent Nick Monroe. I'm calling about... two of your men-- Stiles and Murdock? Uh, it seems that they've been put on my case by mistake." Monroe states.

"Are you questioning my authority?" I ask.

"No, no, no, ma'am. I'm not questioning." Monroe quickly says.

"You could have fooled me. Last time I checked, son, D.C. has jurisdiction. Or am I wrong?" I question.

Monroe hums nervously. "No, ma'am."

"Good. The next time you want to waste my time with stupid questions, I suggest you don't." I say in a stern voice. I end the call and heave out a sigh. "Morons." I heave out a loud sigh and glance over at the baby, who's gazing at me through the mesh of her play pen. "Wanna go for a ride? I'm gonna meet someone about a bronze dagger."

Mary makes a noise in her throat and reaches up for me as I approach. I send a text to Dean about where I'm going, and leave the room.

~*****~

"You know, why is it I need something, you always come through for me?" I ask Garth as he bounces Mary in his arms.

Garth beamed at me. "Aside from delivering cars to you when you need 'em, your advice saved my ass a couple of times." Garth said happily. "What d'you need the dagger for, anyway?"

I twirl the knife around in my hand. "We're hunting a siren, and most of the lore mentions something about a bronze dagger. The boys are banking on poisoning it with its own venom, but I figure we have a plan B ready, just in case."

Garth hummed. "You see? You're resourceful! Wish I had that kinda intuition."

I chuckle and take the baby back. "Comes with experience. You've been in the life for a few years, I've been in since I was eight or nine." I explain. "Don't worry, you'll get there. I gotta go, but don't hesitate to call when you need help out of a tight spot."

"Thanks, Carlotta!" Garth nods.

I buckle the baby into the car and slip in myself. My phone is flashing with a new voice mail. "Lottie, it's Dean. Sam's in trouble. I think the Siren's worked her mojo on him. Give me a call as soon as you get this." Dean's voice rings out.

"Oh, shit." I huff angrily. I lean out of the window. "Hey, Garth! Need one more favor! Hop in!"

~*****~

Just as I round the corner, I see Dean leaning over Sam, ready to kill him with an ax. I run up behind him and grasp the ax. Dean grunts in surprise and swings around to me, his eyes blown wide as I stab him on the shoulder.

"No, no!" Sam shouts as I turn towards the Siren trying run off. I fling the dagger after him, and it easily penetrates his back. He falls to the ground with a few pained grunts. I glance back at the boys and roll my eyes before retrieving my dagger from the dead siren. I grunted irritably and turned to Sam and Dean again. I shake my head irritably and stalk past them, not willing to speak to either of them. Garth is waiting outside with the baby, bouncing her again as he smiles.

"Thanks, Garth. It's all taken care of." I mention. "You can keep the ride."

Garth looks astonished as I toss him the keys. "You sure? This is one cherry mustang."

I shrug. "I saw you eyeing the car the entire night. Take it."

Garth beams and peels out of the parking lot with the car.

The next morning, Sam and Dean have the decency to look the least bit pitiful when I hand them sodas. "What's with the soda?" Dean asks.

"You're driving." I mention in a terse tone. "And you," I stare at Sam. "You're gonna be looking for new cases. The baby and I; we're gonna sleep."

Sam and Dean nod silently and take small sips of their soda. "Thanks, Lottie. You know, you-- you hadn't shown up when you did--"

I wave my hand at him. "I'm pretty sure it's my job at this point. Making sure you two morons don't get yourselves killed." I explain irritably. "Of course, you could have picked up a phone. Luckily for you, Bobby figured out Nick Monroe wasn't the real deal." Neither of them responded. "You two gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, fine," Sam nods immediately.

"Yeah, good." Dean agrees.

"Okay. Cool. Because those Sirens are nasty things. That it got to you-- that's no reason to feel bad." I say softly. Neither of them responds. I hum and heave out a sigh. "Now, if it's all the same to you, too, I'm going to slip in the back, and pass out. I'm on day three of no sleep."

I don't wait for either of them to comment before getting into the Impala.