𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇,
Dean Redding and Elisa Gibson 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 to jump over their differences and solve the murder of her sister.
As you can imagine, letting two of the OG Naturals work alone together wasn't a particularly good idea, especially wit...
——— 𝟳:𝟬𝟬 𝗔𝗠 ; Elisa's alarm rings. The garish sound ringing in her ears repeatedly.
It's Saturday, but that in no way means that the Naturals can relax, especially not Dean and Elisa. A groan escapes Elisa's mouth as she pulls her blanket over her head.
"Eloise, Judd wants me to tell you that you should get your butt out of bed, and get to the kitchen. Briggs is here." Dean's voice cut through the silence like scissors through paper.
And she wants to tell him, tell him right to that stupid face that her name isn't Eloise, but she doesn't. Instead, Elisa sits up, looking Dean dead in the eyes, a silent fury brewing inside of her.
"I'll be down in five, tell Briggs to grow at least one ball and call me himself next time." She'd actually be down in five, but nobody needed to know that. Elisa knew that Briggs being in the safe house could only mean one of two things:
A. Something happened, a new case, or specifically, a body. or B. He just wanted to stop by for some of Judd's majestic scrambled eggs.
It was probably A. although B had happened before. Judd's scrambled eggs were just that good.
Dean half-nodded in her direction briefly before quietly closing the door to her room. Seconds later, Elisa was up, throwing a green sweater over her head along with the first pair of flared jeans she found on her carpeted floor.
Toothbrush still in her mouth, she stumbled down the stairs, tossing the brush in her sweaters pocket before swallowing the gnarly tasting mixture of toothpaste and spit in her mouth.
Elisa was greeted by Briggs' and Dean's voices as she stepped into the kitchen, the air filled with the scent of Coffee.
"Ah. Hello, Elisa." said Briggs, his tone serious but not so serious that you'd have to worry about there being a new body. Her body stiffened, hands wandering into her pocket to grab onto her toothbrush.
"Yes. I was so very kindly awoken by Mister Redding a whole five minutes ago." Elisa said sarcastically, sitting down on one of the three bar stools in front of the kitchen island.
Laughter was non existent in that kitchen, even after Elisa's extremely funny and hilarious joke! Dang.
"Elisa, we have decided to pick Mary's case back up. I want you to work on it, together with Dean. Actively, that is." It seemed that Dean had already heard the news, since he wasn't moving in the slightest. The only thing you could see was the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.
"What...? No...! I mean, thanks for picking it back up— But like, there's no way I'm gonna be working with Dean!" She exclaimed, half happy and also half furious.
Happy about Mary's case being picked back up after years, furious about having to do research on the case with Dean out of all people.
Why not Cassie? That witty new girl who'd only just joined The Naturals? She was a profiler too, so why, why on Gods green earth did Briggs, Mister Tanner Briggs choose Dean Redding, to do this with her?!
The expression on Deans face didn't let through the slightest bit of emotion. No anger, no dissatisfaction or disappointment whatsoever! How did this guy manage to hide his feelings so easily?
For all Elisa knew, he could secretly be her grandfather and she would've never fuckin' guessed it!
Dean's old man is a serial killer, maybe that's where he got it from. Having seen so many bodies and so much blood as if it was a casualty at the age of five was baffling, even for Elisa.
"Elisa. You and Dean have been here the longest and he knows your entire story. It is best I pair you with him. My decision is final." With that, Briggs left the kitchen, his unfinished coffee mug still on the island.
Her mouth was left agape, hands still clutching the toothbrush in her pocket. What the actual fuck just went down in my kitchen?
If this was a kids show, there'd be some inanimate object on screen right now, asking you to find the mistake. But all of this was a mistake.
"You just have to live with it, Elisa. Briggs told you his decision is final, and I think you knew that even before he said it. It's not like we're gonna mingle about the entire time." Dean said, his voice monotone, still.
The tension in the kitchen was palpable, you could cut it with a knife.
"Hey, guys! Am I interrupting some kind of secret morning rendezvous with Briggs? Jus' saw him leaving." Michael. The last person Dean and Elisa wanted to see right now.
"Yes. Get out."
They both say at the same time, surprised at their like minded brains. "Ouhh, I got the rivals synced! Sick!" Michael laughed before making a beeline to the fridge, grabbing a yogurt from it and snagging a clean spoon from a drawer and then leaving the kitchen.
They say the eyes are the windows to one's soul. Well, if you looked through Dean's eyes right now, Elisa thinks you'd be seeing the depths of hell.
As for Elisa's eyes, Dean's assumption can't be far off. He thinks there'd be two hamsters sharing one singular brain cell in there, and while they're sharing it, one of them is constantly biting at it, only making it smaller until Elisa has no brain cell left.
The singular-braincelled Elisa lets out a groan, opening the cereal cabinet with a not necessary force, sticking her hand in the Choco-Shells box and stuffing her mouth with the dry cereal.
"I hope you usually eat more nutritionally than that. Choco-Shells contain copious amounts of sugar that would only make your braincell melt away at a quicker rate than it already is." Dean said, cracking a small smile.
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— WOOO CHAPTER (pls cheer) if i seem insane in this, i am. i wrote the majority of during a huge traffic jam so bear with me. —
