Forbidden Fruit; ᴇʟιᴊᴀʜ. ᴍ

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{Wondrous Adventure}

The station bustled with pent up energy, the slamming of cells and the swearing of both cops and criminals made up her silence. Never alone to think, then again who wanted to work in silence? It was the sound that ran the machine, how would you know it were working without anything to hear. Every crank needed to be heard, or it would be like nothing ran at all.

Her legs were crossed pretzel style, either knee balanced on the arms of her rolling chair. She picked through page after page with her nails, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she went about it. She was thudding to a different beat, hung over and sore throat from the previous "extra curricular activities" as she had phrased to the police chief, John Chapman. Today was far to long to keep at paperwork effectively, was it to hard to ask a witch to go insane and slaughter some children at the least?

Looking up to stretch her strained Neck, she peered momentarily at her Partner across the desk, sitting in a pulled chair to keep her company after he'd been kind enough to pour her a coffee. Viktor Maklyn, a very strange fellow , with an even stranger history. He had taught the girl from the moment she had returned to this city, lending everything but his body parts to her success. Kindness was his most royal Fault. But she'd never tell the man that to his face. He wore a set of glasses, slightly sliding down his nose by the hour, his face was scruff from a weeks without shaving, and his hair appeared not very clean by her discretion. Then again, she'd never judge him for it. She applauded Viktor for his basic instinct of survival.

Eventually, as her thoughts often did, she was interrupted amongst the dialogue. The silent buzzing against the dark chipping wood of her desk alerted her back to reality. She reached forward, lifting her phone to receive a blank screen with only a suggestion. Bekah. She smiled slightly, lifting the phone to ear. "You've gotten my number?"

The bustling of the city she'd grown use to played as a background of Rebekah's call, as the blonde answered quickly. "You gave it to me last night, don't you recall?"

Pursing her bottom lip, she used her open hand to push away from the desk, before twisting and unravelling her half asleep legs. "Must've been a little tipsier then I thought." She rested her feet out on their heels, while leaning her head back over the bend of the chair."What's up?"

"Your rather good at finding things due to you job, are you not?" The original wondered elusively, muttering a curse word under her breath as she was assumably unconvinced by something.

"Define good." Nyla hummed, turning her head to look back at Viktor, whose attention had finally left his writing to look at the younger detective on the phone. His raise a scruffy brow at her, and she made a face.

"Im looking for someone, two someone's really and I could use a helpful local detective to lead me there." The woman's voice was elusive, a sirens call appealing to Nyla's most simplest form. A very starved woman looking for excitement.

Viktor brows furrowed, clearly hearing that last bit. The Beckett woman grinned at him lazily as she replied to her physical conversation. "Im just finishing up some paperwork with my partner right now, down on three three four Royal Street. Should be done soon. I can meet you outside after if you want."

"Spectacular, then I shall see you soon Darling." The original was captivating even without a face to look at.

"Later blondie." Nyla was tenacious without even trying. As the line went dead, the dark haired woman set her phone on the desk, face down.

"Who was that?" Viktor wondered softly, giving her the very familiar probing questions she knew could be answered with one word, but would never end there.