The True Story of Emily Lockwood / g. karim

𝟙𝟞. 𝕎𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕔

~ / Episode Four - Part Three \ ~

"bang bang bang"

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--Emily thought, after everything that went on, that she wouldn't be able to sleep. So, she went downstairs into the library, and after some struggle - made herself a fire to ward off the chill. She grabbed a book from what George had dubbed the "research" shelf, on empathy and listeners. The girl hadn't read this edition yet, and thought with how she'd been feeling with her talent lately, researching might be a good idea. 

It didn't take long, though, for the words to blur on the page, and the thunderstorm layered with the crackling of the fire lulled her into sleep - curled up on her favorite armchair. 

"Emily!" Her brother shook her awake, and the girl started - not expecting to be roused so abruptly. She scowled at him. 

"We can't find George!" Lucy panted, as if she'd been running everywhere in the house. Maybe she had been. 

"What do you mean, 'can't find him?'" Anxiety laced her tone, and she stood up, knocking the book to the floor. The two teens in front of her exchanged uneasy glances. 

"He's not in his room, or anywhere." 

"We think," Anthony began nervously, hair all mussed up, very unlike himself. "he might have gone back - to the cemetery. 

"At night?" Emily strode across the room, thrusting her rapier into its sheath at her waist. "If the Visitors don't kill him, I might." They dashed out of the house, not wanting to waste any more time. 

Anthony flagged them down a cab, and they sat fiddling anxiously, while the driver - whom Ant paid an extra 10 pounds - burned rubber down the deserted streets. 

--The trio practically threw themselves out of the car, and took off at a sprint to the main base of operations, because Emily guessed their runaway friend left to examine that body once again. At least, Emily thought, Pamela wouldn't be here. 

Now, she wouldn't use the word 'hate' very lightly, but Pamela Joplin was the exception. 

They heard voices inside, that of Quill Kipps and his team, as well as..

"Inspector Barnes?" Emily breathed, as they huddled around the entrance, getting ready to make an entrance - as per Anthony's request. 

"We're right here," He spoke up, and the three of them strode into the building, relishing in Kipp's face. 

"Good evening," Emily said wryly to them. "or, should I say good morning? Ah, no matter." Her brother's coat billowed out behind him, as he pushed past the annoying blonde team leader. 

"Good evening, Inspector," the team went to stand beside George, to present a unified front. 

"The Lockwood twins and a case gone wrong." 

"Nothing seems to change," Kipps laughed, earning a round of rather stupid-sounding laughter from his squad. Simon says, anyone?

"Kipps, you little sweetheart," Emily chuckled sarcastically. 

"What's that, third time this week?" Anthony asked Kipps, but he glanced at Emily - who smirked. 

"Twice, by my count." Kipps retorted. Poor fellow.