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"But for you, I would." -unknown
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THE SUN PEAKING THROUGH THE CURTAINS WAS THE FIRST THING TO WAKE VIENNA ON HER SATURDAY MORNING.
She reached her arms over her head, stretching before rolling over to look at the clock beside her bed. It was 10:34 in the morning, meaning she had very much slept in. She smiles, satisfied with herself as she sat up.
She pulls on her favorite sweater and jeans, a pair of socks and her slippers before emerging from her bedroom and entering into the bathroom across the hall, the hinges squealing as she shut the door after herself.
She brushed her teeth, her mind wandering to the artist case just as it had before she fell asleep last night.
It really was a weird case; the UNSUB was talented, there wasn't any doubt in that. He was a great painter, and a good killer at that. The ability to kill someone and paint a whole mural in that amount of time was astonishing in itself.
Vienna had taken into account the possibility that the killer was killing his victims at a secondary location, and then bringing them into the streets as if it was a warning for the rest of the citizens. She knew it was her weekend, and that it technically is her break time, but she could not stop her mind from running through all of the possibilities of the case.
She emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later and began dragging her tired self down the long hallway stretch, when she heard the quiet mumbling of Sloane Tavish.
She turned her head to the right to see Sloane sitting with her legs crossed over one another, playing solitaire....by herself.
Cassie was sitting on her own bed reading through a case file, and Lia was rummaging through their closet.
"Look who's finally awake, Lia!" Sloane announces as Lia emerged from the closet, a smile gracing her thin lips.
"Good morning, darling." Lia says jokingly. "Did the princess get her beauty rest?"
Vienna rolls her eyes at Lia's jab at her. She did sleep later than anyone else in the house on the weekends. "Is there a particular reason why you're rummaging through Sloane and Cassie's closet, or is this your idea of a fun Saturday morning?"
"Just seeing what Cassie's style is like. It's cute, come look." Lia pulls the still tired girl into the bedroom and the threshold of the doorway. Cassie's clothes were hanging neatly on the left side of the closet, she wore mostly pastels, along with light beiges and browns.
