Dysfunctional ~ F.Hargreeves

14} The Murder Shrine And Near-Death Wounds

"I know this Jenkins dude has to have a record," Diego commented as he pulled the car up to the police station, "We gotta get our hands on his file."
"And your plan is to what? Waltz in there and just ask for it?" Allison crossed her arms over her chest from the back seat.
"I know the station like the back of my hand, sis," Diego smirked proudly, "I've spent a lot of time inside."
"Handcuffed," Allison scoffed.
"Whatever," Diego rolled his eyes at his sister's not far off comment, "Here's the plan."

"Plan?" Five furrowed his eyebrows, "I'm just gonna blink in and get the file."
"No, that's not..." Diego took a deep breath in through his nose, "You don't know the ins and outs of this place, okay?"
"I literally just did this yesterday," Five sassed back.
"What?" Diego turned to him, gobsmacked.
"Well, my yesterday, not your yesterday," Five shook his head, "It'll take me two seconds."
"Listen to me. You are not going in there. I made a call. That's what a leader does. He leads. I'm heading out now," Diego opened his door and got out of the car.

"He reeks of a hero complex," Jenna commented as she crawled from the back and into the driver's seat.
"You're just picking up on that?" Allison laughed slightly.
"No, but I'm just now pointing it out. Ugh, I need good music," Jenna closed her eyes and changed the dial with her mind until she landed on Fluorescent Adolescent.

"Now that is much better," She let out a content sigh, "I love the Arctic Monkeys. So moody and dramatic. Plus, this is our angsty jam, huh, Five?"
"You could say that," Five moved his arm so it was resting near Jenna's headrest, "Yeah, I guess I did jam to this back in the apocalypse days a bit."
"I still don't understand how you can do that," Allison shook her head at Jenna's abilities while Jenna herself wiped the blood dripping from her nose.
"I don't understand either," Jenna winked, "I'm just special."
"Can we call Vanya?" Allison blurted out.
"What? Why?" Five scrunched up his face, not interested.
"To see how she's doing," Allison shrugged, "I saw a phone just a few steps back."
"I'll go with you," Jenna offered kindly, stepping out of the car with Allison.
"Ugh!" Five grunted and followed them down the sidewalk, "Fine, I guess I'll join."

Allison picked up the phone and rang her sister's number as Five and Jenna leaned against a nearby building, holding one another's hands.
"Hey," Jenna eyed Five who was clutching his side with a slight wince, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah," He cleared his throat and released his side, "Just peachy."
"Hey, Vanya, it's me," Allison spoke into the phone, pulling Jenna's attention from her husband, "I just wanted to... things have gotten so messed up. And... All I ever wanted was to be a good sister to you. Guess I pretty much failed at that. But you need to call me. Okay? I love you, sis."

As Allison finished, Diego walked up.
"So?" Five asked him.
"Here," Diego went to hand him the file, but found it to be missing.
Jenna pulled it out from behind her back, "I stole it from you before you even left the alley. I could've done that the entire time, but no. You had to be the hero. Here, take it back."
Before Diego could grab it, Allison snatched it from her and started to flip through, "Holy shit."
"What?" Diego asked, leaning over her shoulder to see what was so intriguing.
She held up the picture inside, "Harold Jenkins is Leonard Peabody."

~

They cruised their way over to Harold's house with Jenna still blasting Arctic Monkeys in the background, this time playing R U Mine? She called dibs driving, which scared Five shitless. He held on for dear life and recommended that his siblings did so as well. They didn't believe him at first until Jenna made her first left, harshly jerking the steering wheel and sending her passengers into the walls or each other. Jenna was an awful driver. That was one skill she never possessed and never would.
"And I go crazy cuz here isn't where I wanna be!" Jenna sang along as she petrified everyone else riding with her, "And satisfaction feels like a distant memory. And I can't help myself, all I wanna hear you say is, 'Are you mine?'"