The Academy

Chapter Thirty

Tink:

"So is it bad if I actually just want to get more sleep?" I ask, yawning when we reach the elevator to the hotel we are staying at. "No, it's not. Yesterday was a long day," Peter says, gripping my hand tight as the elevator begins its ascent. "Are you afraid of elevators?" I ask, leaning against him. "Yes," he admits, sounding ashamed. "That's alright you know, lots of people are afraid of elevators," I say quietly, trying my best to not sound like I am teasing him. "I know. I just don't understand why I am," he sighs.

Then the elevator jolts to a stop and we both stumble. The lights flicker for a minute and I put my hair up, ready to kick ass if I need to. I can spit angry Latin words like a rapper can spit rhymes and if any demon thinks it's going to get to me or Peter, it's got some more thinking to do. French words drift through the speaker and Peter groans. He looks close to tears and I feel bad for him.

"What did they say?" I ask. "Technical difficulties, help is on the way, shouldn't be too long... blah, blah, blah," he answers, flipping his hair out of his eyes. Oh great, I am stuck in an elevator with my nervous husband. What a great way to kick off a honeymoon. "You just flipped your hair, which means you are nervous. We're going to be okay," I say, sitting beside him on the ground where he has is knees to his chin and his eyes are filling up with tears.

"So, you got any plans for today?" I ask, trying to distract him from the fact that we are stuck in a metal box being suspended by a couple of steel cables. "No, I didn't I figured you would want some sleep so I didn't plan anything," he answers, seeming even more agitated then before. "Look, I am only trying to be distracting. Please don't be rude with me," I say. I stand up and begin to pace.

Peter chuckles from his seat on the floor. "What?" "Nothing, it's just I could think of at least ten other ways to be distracting than aiming for small talk," he says, standing up and standing in front of me, ultimately stopping my pacing. "Yeah? Name one? I was just trying to help." "I know, I'm sorry for being rude, but if you insist, I can name a few off the top of my head. For instance, you might-" Oh shit, a cold spot.

"Shut up," I say tensing up. I pull out my phone to call Jace and silently thank who ever is listening for the bliss of cell phone reception. "Heya Jace, I have an issue," I say, clenching and unclenching my fists. "Can it wait until morning?" he asks, his breathing is off and I swear I here my sister. "Are you making out with my sister? Nevermind, I don't want to know. I need you to do some research. Do it quickly. I am in the Eiffel Petit Louvre hotel and I need people who have died in this building. Peter and I are stuck in the elevator, the lights are flickering and I am feeling cold spots. Jace do the research and get back to me," I command, hoping that he understands the seriousness of the situation.

"You look worried and that is going to make me worried," Peter says, placing his hands on my waist. "It should be routine. Might take a few days to get the research in but when I am done I should be able to relax," I say, leaning into his chest. Peter takes a step back but leaves his hands on my waist and squats down. "Your mother is a nut job. I am trusting you kids to make her a little be more home oriented, please make her too attached to leave home," he whispers before standing back up. "Baby, its been a week they can't hear you yet," I say with a laugh. "You don't know that," he responds with a smirk as the elevator lights back up and we continue moving. "That wasn't a long wait at all," he says, relaxing a bit. I am suddenly adrenaline rushed and ready for a fight. Jace calls me back in just the same moment. "I know how you get when you first run into a case Tinkerbell, you need to calm down and wait. I will have your info when I have it. Don't let paranoia ruin your trip but stay on guard. Stay safe," Jace says. "Oh, and use that adrenaline to your advantage. If you get what I mean," he adds as a side note in a sly tone.

"Only if you start using your hands to flip through records and not for other recreational activities, cough cough my sister subtle cough," I answer, hanging up as we reach our floor. "You're not going to sleep are you?" Peter asks as I launch into our room, once again thanking who ever is listening, for a computer in the honey moon suite. "No, I told you, case first, us later," I say, opening my trusty friend google. I call Jace and when he picks up, his breathing is off again. "Jace! I asked you to get to work! I have a computer here and I am going to do some research too, but chop chop, let's go," I say. "Alright, fine," he groans. My computer goes dark and I hear a keyboard on the other side of the phone. "How did you hack me when I am across an ocean?" I ask, surprised and impressed. "Go do honeymoon things, now!" He commands. "I'm with Jace on this one. Put that adrenaline to use," Peter says from the other side of the room.

"You guys are gross. She is tired and now worried about people being killed in the hotel she is staying in. The last thing on her mind right now is sleeping with Peter," Jean interjects. "Someone gets it!" I cheer. "But, you do need to relax. We'll get it all sorted out. I might send Alec over to help you. Magnus is on another business trip so he should be available," Jean says in a reassuring voice. "Alright. I'll try. Can you update me every two hours?" I ask, knowing that two hours is way too short of a time to update me. "How about every three?" Logan asks. "Thank you. I love you all. Have a nice time!" I say, I am about to press the hang up button but then hear my name. "Which colors would Tink like?" Jean asks. "Umm this is going to be the living room, so I am guessing something bright but decent at the same time," Logan says. "Jace, she is still there! Hang up!" Jean shouts. I laugh and hang up myself.

"So, is there anything you want to tell me about what our friends and family are doing right now?" I ask, sitting in his lap so I am facing him. "Nope, nothing at all," he says, swallowing. "You don't want to tell me or nothing is happening" I ask, clarifying. "Neither," He says, standing up and nearly dropping me to the floor. "Sorry. Go to sleep okay?" he asks, setting me back on the bed. "Why?" I whine. "Because apparently you have a case that comes first," Peter responds, seeming irritated. "I'm sorry that I said that," I say, messing with my hands. "Sorry you said it or sorry I heard it?" he asks, sitting on the couch. I sigh and lay down, falling asleep almost as soon as my eyes close.

When I wake up it is noon and Peter is speaking softly in my ear. "I just did your job," he says when I open my eyes. "YOU DID WHAT?" I ask, bolting straight up. "It was a routine salt and burn. Wasn't hard. Jace called with the info and guided me through it," Peter shrugs. I lay back down, angry with Jace for getting Peter involved and angry with Peter for doing my job.