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˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌼🧺˚˖𓍢ִ🌿˚.
Genevieve Black loved hot chocolate. Correction she loved hot chocolate during times of the year she wasn't supposed to have it (not winter or christmas). Genevieve and Spencer had been ordered to go to a witnesses house and see if they could get any statements, ''I hope she doesn't mind us bothering her.'' Genevieve hushed to Spencer.
Genevieve's sweetness and consideration for other people is another thing Spencer adored about her, ''I'm sure she won't mind if we're working a case.'' Spencer reassured Genevieve reaching to ring the doorbell.
''Gimme a damn minute and quit ringing bell. Wait until my husband comes down there you little bastards.'' A femine voice screeched from inside the house. Like a banshee if you asked Genevieve,
The two turned and looked at each other, ''we she seems like such a delight.'' Spencer sarcastically commented as he and Genevieve watched a middle aged woman storm down the stairs.
Spencer held up his badge up nudging Genevieve to do the same, ''oh great, the feds are here. You two must be here to take my mother's witness statement again. Get your asses inside before I change my mind a slam the door in your faces.''
The woman swung the door open leaving the brunette and honey blonde to dart through the door, ''you two are so luck she even wants to talk to law enforcement after how the sheriff talked to her. Arrogant fucking asshole, so far up his own ass.'' The woman stomped passed Spencer and Genevieve on the stairs.
''Mother, there's two FBI agents who want to speak to you!'' The shout echoed throughout the house. Spencer reached to pull Genevieve behind him upon noticing the worried expression on her face.
The woman ducked out of the room gesturing for Genevieve and Spencer to enter, '' I hope she isn't as loud as her daughter is.'' Genevieve whispered to Spencer. Spencer wanted to chuckle at her statement but didn't out of respect for the witness.
''Why hello, you must be the two agents, and oh my aren't you a pretty girl my dear... come here let me have a closer look at you.'' The elder woman beckond Genevieve.
The woman's wrinkled fingers wrapped around Genevieve's perfectly round cheek bones, tilting the girls head from side to side, ''who said you couldn't talk beansprout, ask me the questions whilst I look at you very pretty girlfriend.''
''-S- she's not my girlfriend, we came to ask you about the kidnapping you saw Ms Alderman.'' Spencer leaned on the doorframe rather than taking the small space at the edge of the woman's bed.
The elderly woman didn't really seem to care about Spencer's question but instead she was rather engrossed in Genevieve's appearance and talking to her about her love life, ''oh your such a pretty girl, look at the those beautiful brown eyes. They sparkle like jewels, your boyfriend must be a lucky man, would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Oh I'll even get my hot chocolate if you like.''
