Accidentally in Love [Brett Hand x OC]

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Reagan was enjoying her death by watching TV and lazing around the house. Theo sat with her sister on the couch, but she couldn't bear engaging in conversation with Reagan so she was on the phone with Brett.

"And then he asked me for a hand, and now I'm agent Hand!" Brett said excitedly.

"Seriously? So he's really..."

"Looking for Reagan's killer? Yeah." Brett said nervously, and Theo glanced over to her sister briefly. "Please don't tell her? It's kinda my fault and she's gonna be mad at me."

"I won't." Theodora assured him. "Gotta go, it's poker night. Are you coming?"

"Uh, I'm not sure. Rafe might want my help." Brett responded.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Theo said.

"See ya."

"Come on," Theo stood, "Poker night."

"Oh yeah." Reagan also stood, zipping her hoodie up and putting on her hood.

"Oh wow, I seriously cannot recognise you anymore with that hideous black hoodie on." Theodora said sarcastically, leading the way out.

•

"And so that's the difference between a macaroon and a macaron." Reagan explained as they played poker. "It's crazy, right?"

"Fascinating. You need to ante." Gigi said, her eyebrow raised.

"Guys, being dead? Best thing that's ever happened to me." Reagan said, "I get to binge-watch TV, I don't have to answer any texts. I blew off jury duty! I'm almost gonna be sad when Rafe goes back to the UK."

The sound of God Save the Queen filled the street, "Did you hear that?" Reagan rushed over to the window and watched as Rafe's car sped down the street.

"Oh my Go... What is he doing here? Who told him about poker night?" She snapped, "Damn it, Brett!"

Theo sunk back into her seat, avoiding her sister's eye.

"They're coming! You gotta hide me."

"I just disappear you." Gigi shrugged, "It's on you to stay disappeared."

"Goddamn it, can't even enjoy my death in peace." Reagan muttered, trudging off into the kitchen.

The door burst open, and Rafe entered, followed by Brett. "Hey, dudes." He greeted them nervously, "My new, uh, partner here insisted on coming to poker night, and I couldn't think of any believable reasons why he shouldn't..."

"Mind if I enter your little game?" Rafe was clearly drunk, slurring on his words. "I brought $100,000 in nonsequential, unmarked bills." He placed a briefcase onto the table and opened it.

"Uh, it's a five-dollar buy-in." Myc said, his tone hostile.

"Welp, I am gonna grab a brewski and, uh, a seltzer for him." Brett said.

"Shaken, not stirred." Rafe ordered.

"You want me to... shake the seltzer?" Brett asked tentatively.

"I drink everything shaken!" Rafe snapped, and Brett backed away quietly. "Now, let's play..."

They continued to play, the fun was definitely taken away now that Rafe was involved and it was clear that he was carefully watching each of them to find out who 'killed' Reagan.

"All right, I'm all in." Rafe slid the briefcase across the table.

"Dude."

"What the fuck?" Theo snapped, folding her arms.

"We said five bucks, man." Myc spat.

"I call." Gigi took out her diamond earrings and chucked them into the middle of the table.

"Interesting. Unlike everyone else here, you have no tells," Rafe observed her closely, "and in my line of work, those tend to be the people with the most to hide..." He flipped the table angrily, everyone jumping out of their seats, "Tell me where Reagan's killer is! What do you know?"

"Damn, why am I always attracted to crazy?" Gigi folded her arms, eyeing Rafe. Everyone turned at the voice of obviously Reagan putting on a bad disguise,

"Not one more word, or your little sidekick here gets it," Reagan had a strainer on her head and a knife to Brett's neck. "at the hands of the nefarious, uh, Strainer Face."

Theo pressed her lips together so she wouldn't laugh, exchanging a look with Andre who looked concerned and amused.

"Strainer Face? Yes, that checks out." Rafe nodded to himself. "Just as I suspected, you were harboring Reagan's killer!" He added to Gigi. God, how dumb is he? Theo watched the situation apprehensively.

"You should just give up and move on with your life." Reagan yelled, "Maybe take a pottery class or something."

"I'll never give up!" Rafe yelled back, "Reagan wouldn't have wanted me to!"

"How are you so wrong all the time?" Reagan snapped, before grabbing Andre's vape, and smashing it on the ground, "Henchmen, roll out."

As the apartment filled with smoke, the group snuck out quickly.

"Where are we gonna go?" Andre asked, somewhat upset that his vape was just wasted on their dramatic exit.

"I know, come on." Gigi said, and they all piled into her car. She took them to Biggie and Tupac's old warehouse. Of course Theodora was forced to sit in the very back with her knees to her chest uncomfortably, sighing dramatically. Once again they were all dragged into Reagan's shit.

"Gigi, thanks for letting us crash here." Reagan sighed as they entered the safe house and sat down on the old couch. "You can really tell they weren't getting along at this point." She was referring to the line down the centre of the room, one side labelled 'West Coast', and the other 'East Coast'.

"Reagan, this is not a long-term solution." Gigi scolded, "Look at us. No one can agree what to watch on TV, Glenn has totally destroyed our snack supply."

"What? I stress eat!" Glenn said defensively.

"Yeah, Reagan. We're all hiding in a panic room from your psychopath boyfriend." Myc said, "It's time to call it. Pull the Band-Aid!"

"Oh, really?" Reagan stood, "Would you tell Joe Rogan the truth?"

"I mean, he would probably say the truth is a spectrum, and I would tell him that makes no sense, and then he'd put me into a headlock, get insanely high, and then jump into a sensory deprivation tank, so no."

"And, Andre," Reagan turned to him, "I assume you're gonna be telling that insane sex cult where to find you?"

"Oh God, no. I really don't have the emotional bandwidth for multiple sex cults right now." Andre shuddered.

"See? You're all hypocrites." Reagan grabbed the remote off Andre, "We've all ghosted people, and this is the craziest one of them all. I am telling you, we just need to wait him out."

She switched on the TV, and the news was on,

"In breaking news, supervillain SkullFinger was captured at his island lair, which is on the market..." The woman on the news read.

"Or find him a distraction." Reagan smirked, having an idea.