Chainsmokers | Masky x Reader / Tim Wright x Reader | RE WRITE

9

It took me a while to pack up all the things I wanted to take, despite trying to not take too long.

I took the two duffel bags I owned for travel, picking clothes I thought were good to bring. A bunch of pants, shirts, all casual, aside from a few outfits that were a bit more dressy just in case, were all stuffed into one bag. In the other, I was putting all my work stuff in, notes and research, electronics like my computers, and even more. I also had a stash of a lot of cash I keep hidden in the bags.

I knew I kept my pistols in my dresser, and after a second of debate, I decided I should bring those too. I put the revolver in my bag alongside all the ammo, and put my pistol on my hip. I also made sure to keep the knife I keep in my boots.

Walking back downstairs where Tim and Brian waited, I tried to think over anything else I might need to bring. It'll likely be a while before I can come back after all.

"She's gotta rob banks or something..." I hear Brian's voice talking as I approached. Funny.

"You think a small little girl like me could rob banks?" I ask with a laugh, watching him looking over all the stuff in my house.

He turned to look at me with a smirk, crossing his arms. "Of course not, you're too weak for that."

"Oh? If I'm so weak, then please, be a gentleman and carry my bags for me," I smiled, handing the two fully stuffed, and quite heavy, duffel bags to Brian. He scoffed as if he was going to refuse, but to my surprise he did take them for me. Although I don't think he expected them to be quite as heavy as they were.

Tim was just lounging on the couch in my living room, merely watching us with amusement. I guess our banter entertains him. The sun was setting, and the orange light peaked through the windows. In the dim, colorful light, he looked rather handsome.

His eyes look towards the gun hoisted on my hip. "You own a gun?" He questioned me. I shrug in response.

"Many, actually. I'm a private investigator, so of course I own guns." I made sure to go by the kitchen and take all the medications I have. They're all mostly over the counter things, like stuff to help me sleep or to help pain, but it'll save money to take them instead of buying more while on the road.

"So, what all are you bringing? These bags are fuckin' heavy." Brian spoke up, opting to throw the bags on a chair instead of continuing to hold them.

"Basic stuff. Clothes, case research, records, computers, blah blah," I shrug, sitting down beside Tim. "Anyways, where do we plan to go next?" I looked around at Tim and Brian, hoping for a good answer.

Tim starts, "Well, we tend to move states whenever it's time. I think we discussed going to Texas again?" Brian nodded.

"Alright, Texas it is then. We ready to go?"

Brian shrugged. "If you are, yeah. And I'd say that you are, these bags are already too heavy." I softly laugh and shrug.

We head out to the truck, it being decided that Brian finally gets to drive. I sat in the backseat, able to stretch out and chill while Tim sat in the front. This was gonna be a pretty long drive.

As we started on our way, I put my headphones in and decide to take a nap to past time.

Before long, I had easily drifted off to sleep, despite the pit of anxiety I had.