The Vixen & the Fox II

Chapter 253

Kol was reading through everything the file held, he had it all spread around him on the floor, he was flicking through, examining photos, reading Detective Will Kinney's handwritten notes. There was something here, he didn't know what, something to allude to wherever Lucien was hiding out. Kol had thought to try to track Lucien, but alas, all his connections had revealed nothing, even for as big as he had spread out his presence and stretched and searched, but Lucien was shrouded. The witch hiding Lucien was clever, and Kol was vexed, but he wasn't quitting in his hunt. Part of Kol was tempted to try his previous attempts at divination, trying to predict where Lucien could go, but divination was not a skill Kol possessed. It didn't help he didn't believe in destiny and fate and bullshit like that, which 'clouded sight'; not that he ever actually tried to clear his 'sight'.

There was a light knock on the door, and he didn't answer or get off the floor as he took notes, flicking his fingers to let the door open. He didn't look at who walked in as he circled a few things and started reading over the notes he already had, cross reading for any cross references. Some of Kinney's notes were annoyingly invasive. But the thoroughness of the detective was something he could admire.

"What are you doing?" he now glanced at Freya, who walked in slowly. She was tall, still youthful, he felt that Dahlia's spell had somehow slowed Freya's aging but he didn't know how, she just looked youthful, barely over thirty-five; at the most, and her short blonde hair was curling a little.

"I'm here to help," she stated as she looked at everything around him.

He shrugged as he went back to ignoring her. Kol and Freya had not had an interaction alone since their blow out years earlier. When she was finally free of Dahlia, but after the birth of Alizée he and Freya had clashed. Particularly they had clashed over her status with the Ancestors, as he had spoken with Klaus and Henrik about possibly taking their daughters to Norway to connect with the Ancestors, and that blow up between himself and Freya was epic. Kol had not thought about if Freya was connected to the Ancestors or not, hell, he could barely distinguish the Ancestors from Davina at times, there was so much magic involved that it was difficult for him to actually distinguish his nieces and nephews too, he hadn't noticed Freya's lack of connection. And the blow out that had ensued was vicious and brutal and he hadn't really talked to her outside of family or Skulk functions, he just wasn't inclined to anymore. Part of him still wanted to actually forge a bond with the other witch of the family, because Freya might be able to teach him a thing or two, but he wasn't going to.

"You can stop ignoring me like I'm not here," Freya finally stated after a bit.

"I'm not ignoring you," he replied without looking up.

"You're muttering."

"I like hearing myself think," he answered quickly.

"Or talk," she murmured under her breath.

"What is that you're actually after Freya?" Kol asked. "Because I am actually busy, you know, trying to clear my very bloody name of the one murder I actually did not commit."

"I'm here to help," she replied tightly.

He frowned as he looked up from what he was scribbling. "Help?"

"Yes, Kol, help," she snarked.

"Oh please, you wouldn't help me if Odin himself commanded you to aid me!" he hissed.

"Because even when you're offered help you ignore it!" she snapped.

"This isn't even about helping me is it!?" he snarled as he tossed his pen down to turn his full glare at her. "What the bloody hell do you want Freya!?"