Grace runs into George and Lockwood on a job. It was a simple job type one, but it turns sour rather quick. The three need to work together or else they could all die. Will she become one of the team?
Grace has amazing touch, sight, and she's a dece...
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George crept up the stairs with his pillow. He was going to use a boot but decided against it. Lockwood told him to wake Grace up for breakfast. George stopped at the top of the stairs readying the pillow.
He let it go and it smacked her face. She threw her arms in the air grabbing the pillow off her face. Grace sat up and glared at him.
"Did you just throw a pillow at me?" She grumbled still trying to wake up.
"Breakfast," George said. Grace set the pillow at the foot of her bed rubbing her face.
"Great," She breathed. George slowly leaned forward grabbing the edge of the pillow and taking it back.
"This was from my room," He explained before dissapearing back down the stairs.
Grace laughed a little getting out of bed. She ran her hands through her hair and put on actual clothes. It was jeans, a sweater, and her usual boots.
They were pretty worn. She needed to go buy more but hasn't had time in a while. Making her way downstairs she heard the two of them talking in the kitchen.
"Good morning," Lockwood smiled noticing the blonde open the door.
"Did you have a good sleep?" George asked smiling at her. She scowled at him. "Lockwood I don't think she is a morning person." George took a bite of his toast. Grace smiled leaving the room for a moment.
"What did you do?" Lockwood whispered leaning across the table.
"I woke her up," George shrugged taking a sip of his drink. The kitchen door opened and Grace was holding a pillow. "I am near the food." George leaned closer to the table trying to protect himself.
"What did I miss?" Lockwood sighed placing his hands on his hips.
"Nothing," Grace laughed hitting George in the back with the pillow. The white case touched the jam on his toast making him laugh.
"You got a little something on your pillow." He pointed out taking a big bite out of his toast. Grace turned the pillow looking at the little purple spot.
"Pity. Good thing it wasn't mine." She dropped it on the ground. Lockwood pulled out the chair next to him allowing her to sit down. "Thanks," She smiled.
"Whose pillow is that?" Lockwood asked out of curiosity. It was either his or George's. He hoped it was the latter.
"Someone left their door open," She smiled across the table at George.
"That's my pillow?!" He shot up staring at the lump on the floor. The purple stain now mocked him. "Lockwood, tell her the house rules. while I go get the stains out." George rushed to his pillow leaving the kitchen. Grace tried her best to hold back a laugh.
"You two seem like you are getting along well," He laughed.
"He is still upset because he couldn't beat me last night," Grace took a big bite of her toast looking around the kitchen.
