Trust Me (A Stitchers Fan Fiction)

Chapter One: Surprises All Around

                Kirsten paid the barista at her local coffee shop for the drinks she purchased and headed out the door. The warm taste of fresh coffee was what drove many people to get up and get moving in the mornings. The drink had a knack for turning it's drinkers into more awake, morning people. However, it never seemed to work for people like Kirsten Clark. As she has said before, she wasn't a morning person, nor was she much of an anytime person. Due to her condition, temporal dysplasia, Kirsten had no perception of time whatsoever. The condition usually didn't affect her all that much, but on some days, it did happen to make her late for work if she hadn't allotted enough time for herself to get there. On days when that happened, she would often get early calls from her co-worker, Cameron, reminding her to get it in gear and get to the lab.

Phone buzzing in her pocket, she rearranged how she had been holding the two hot drinks and fished the device out of her pocket with her newly freed hand.

Answering the call, she put the phone to her ear. "What?" She snapped, for no real reason outside of the fact that she always answered Cameron's calls like that.

She heard Cameron sigh on the other end of the line. "Good morning to you, too, Stretch," the neurologist responded, chuckling. Kirsten rolled her eyes. "Now, you do realize that you're late? And that we have a stitch to do at the lab ASAP?"

"Yes, I'm well aware of both of those things, thank you very much. I just got held up at the coffee shop, but I'll be there soon." She paused. "You like your coffee with sugar and cream, right?" She asked, gazing down at the second coffee cup wedged between her arm and her waist.

Kirsten could practically see his puzzled expression through the phone. "I do, but why do you ask?"

"You always offer me coffee, so I figured I would finally return the favor and get you some on the way into work."

"Aw, how sweet," Cameron replied. Kirsten scoffed. "I appreciate the gesture, I really do, and if I could excuse your tardiness because of it, I would. Alas, I cannot, and I don't think that Maggie will care as much about your coffee run as I do. So, just hurry up and get here, okay?"

"On it," Kirsten said, hanging up the phone and stuffing it back into her pocket before starting on her journey to work.

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Entering the Chinese restaurant that disguised the Stitcher's lab, Kirsten gave a curt nod to the owner of the establishment and made her way to the back room, which held the secret elevator. Two hundred meters underground, she stepped onto the main floor of her workplace. Cameron looked up as the blonde haired woman walked into the large, open area. He smiled and moved from his desk, taking long strides towards her.

"Great, you're here," he remarked.

She extended a hand, which held his drink in a blue styrofoam cup. "And with your coffee."

"Thanks, Stretch," Cameron said, taking the drink and grinning. She was about to respond when Maggie found her way to the metal railing a few feet above Kirsten and her college's head.

"I'm glad you finally decided to show up for work. Care to enlighten me as to why you're thirty minutes late when we have a time sensitive case at hand?" She barked out. Kirsten was about to explain why, but Cameron beat her to it.

"It's my fault, I asked her to get coffee for me since the machine in the break room broke down," Cameron lied, gesturing to his cup. Kirsten looked over at him, confused as to why he took the blame. Maggie glared at the both of them in turn for a few moments, as if to assess whether or not Cameron was telling the truth.