Lockwood and Co Imagines

Cruel Summer part 1

Request by Matthe0_Riddle

"Who's that?"

Lockwood couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you at the crime scene.

Your long hair was tied in a ponytail that fell to your waist. You were wearing a white top, dark blue trousers, and a jacket, along with a black Converse. You proudly displayed your ID, which read "Department of Psychical Research and Control, France."

"Your [eye colour], once filled with warmth, is now ice cold."

Your conversation with Inspector Barnes was interrupted when he spotted Lockwood & Co.

"Here you are. Let me introduce you all to our recruit, [name]. She will be assisting us in this case for her summer internship."

"Hi, nice to meet you," Lucy greeted.

You returned with a small smile. "Likewise."

"Please treat her nicely. Our reputation is in your hands," he said, looking especially at Lockwood for some reason.

Barnes gave his briefing before leaving the agents to their own devices.

"Um, [name]-"

"Y/L/N. I'd appreciate it if you called me by my last name. I like to keep my professional and personal life separate."

"Feisty," George whispered.

Lockwood felt a pang in his chest but hid it with a smile.

"So what are we looking at?" Lockwood cleared his throat.

"The victim was found in the river this morning. The body was swollen, the skin was blue, and the eyes were white as pearls. The person likely drowned last night. We found an ID. It doesn't look like a relic man, but we can't be too sure.

"Seems like a classic case of ghostlock," Anthony joined.

"Ms. Y/L/N, if you don't mind, would you like to go for coffee? I need to talk to you."

"I don't go out with strangers, especially those who don't have basic decency," Y/N replied, taking her bag. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a case to solve."

"Do you guys know each other?" Lucy asked.

"It's a long story."

Out of all the people in the world, you had to run into him. You cursed your fate.

Just two months, then it would all be over.

*Seven years ago*

The girls giggled as one poured a milk packet over your head. You silently endured the humiliation.

"I'm a loser. Say it," demanded Ashley, the head girl and the biggest bully of the academy.

"You're a loser," you spat back, earning a hard punch to your gut.

"That's what you get for being a brat," Ashley said. You glared.

"I'm not scared," she mocked. "Come on, girls."

Your eyes stung as you watched your lunch getting smashed on the ground.

They tore up your books, threw everything from your backpack and gave a last punch before leaving you alone in the abandoned corner of the academy.

I hate this place

You slowly make your way to the locker when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

You look up to find a boy who is about 6 ft, with jet black hair and the warmest pair of brown eyes you've ever seen.

"Hey, sorry to bother you, but have you seen Kipps?"