Lockwood & Co. Weeping Woman

Chapter 5

Lockwood's P.O.V

It was still fairly early in the morning, though the sun had come up. The events from last night were still fresh in our minds.

And Chris wasn't happy about our performance.

"I cannot believe it!!" She shouted. "A highly dangerous Visitor was your main priority!! Why in Hell did you go after the weak one first? It wouldn't have been much of a danger! You should know that!!"

It had been 6 years since I had seen Chris and even longer since my last lecture from her. Majority of the time, it was just "Don't do it again." The last time I had a lecture from her was about leaving the agents alone when they were on an important and dangerous case. I almost died that night.

She went on for a few more minutes.

I would think that it was hard for George to take her seriously right now because she was in a faded pink shirt with a cat on it and blue star pajama pants.

She sat down and took a sip of her tea.

"I'm done." She said, getting up to leave the room. We waited until we were sure she wouldn't hear us.

"That was a tad bit rude." Holly stated.

"She's not wrong." George said. I nodded in agreement.

"We should've got to the thing in the elders room first." I mentioned.

If we had got to that thing, Lucy wouldn't be in the current state she is in.

We had come back to 35 Portland Row, and Lucy wasn't conscious. She still wasn't now. I was starting to get really worried. What had that thing done to her? She'll probably be OK, she's a strong girl, but I can't help but worry about her.

"I still think she should be more respectful though. It's not like she was there." Holly pointed out.

"Whatever that thing was, it's not a normal Type Two. Probably not even a ghost at all." I mentioned.

George sipped on his tea. "Do you think this one could possibly be a Type Three?"

"That's ridiculous! That thing is so much more dangerous than any Visitor!" Holly answered.

"Witch means it's worth resurching!" George perked up.

"How?" Holly asked. "You can't get close to it, it'll kill you. So how?" Holly seemed to doubtful. George always found ways to study dead and there effects.

They bickered on for a while. I turned and watched to door to the kitchen. Maybe I should wash up now... I thought. Just as I was about to make my leave, a familiar figure walked in through the door frame.

"Lucy." I said as I got up out of my seat to help her to her own. She looked so tiered.

"Lucy, are you OK?" George asked concerned as she sat down.

"Yeah." She answered, yawning. "I'm alright."

"Do you want to go back up and get some more rest?" Holly asked as she poured Lucy a cup of tea.

"No, I'll be fine." She replied, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

She looked so cute right now though. Her messy hair, tiered eyes, rumpled clothing. You can't tell me she wasn't adorable then. I often found that she was quite cute all the time though. The way she'd walk to our clients house, swaying her hips confidently. The way she could easily command a small group with her beautiful voice. The list could go on and on! But, that wasn't what was important at the moment.

"What do you think it was, Luce?" George asked.

"I think it was a Type Three." Lucy answered. "A strange thing that they are so rare that no one since the great Marissa Fitties has talked to one."

"You have." I commented, proud that Lucy's talents were so good.

"No one needs to know about that yet." She said, and I agree. No one needs to know that she is as great as (if not better than) the great Marissa Fitties. Truly.

"Chris should know for sure what it is. This is her specialty after all." Just as I had finished my sentence, Chris walked through the door wareing her typical outfit.

"You need me?" She asked, putting on her gloves.

"Yes," I started, "We need to know what that thing was from last night."

She thought for a moment.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's a Sleeper." She said at last. "A highly dangerous Type Tree ghost."

We glanced at each other.

"There are only two effective ways to destroy it." She continued, "1: beat it senseless, or, 2: decapitate it." We all shuttered at the last one. Decapitate it?

"And since decapitating it would mean getting it weak enough to stay still, it's always best to beat it senseless with salt bombs and flares than sword combat."

"It's that simple?" George asked.

"It's actually a lot harder than it sounds" She finished. "Do you want me to join you tonight and as backup if something goes wrong again."

We couldn't say no.

~Time Skip To Later That Day~

I knocked gently on Lucy's door. I am replied with a muffled 'Come in.'

As I turn the nob and enter Lucy is standing in front of her mirror fixing her hair. She wore her normal black skirt and leggings with a familiar cream colored sweater. Her raiper was laying on her bed along with her sketch book and coloring pencils. She would be needing a new one soon.

The skull was sitting on the nightstand next to her bed, it was still and didn't seem to be active.

She turned to me.

"Do you need something?" She asked in a sweet voice.

"I just wanted to see how you were." I spoke. "How are you?"

"I'm alright." She said, clearing her bed and gestured me to sit.

"Are you sure you want to come tonight?" I guestion. "Last night was pretty rough."

"Of course I want to come!" She stated. "After all, we have Chris. And if she's half as good as you say she is, then we'll all be just fine."

I couldn't argue with her on that...

A/N:
IT'S FINALLY DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am SO sorry this took so long to finish. I plan to regularly updated for a while now to make up for it! And again, I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG WITH THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!! \(>n <)/

Anyway, enjoy my bullshit time taking semi-filler chapter.

GGlitch OUT