PTX Shots

Day 11: Carols [Kavi]

A/N: The characters base on the fanfic The Special Agents by morningthunderstorms. Kirstin Maldonado, Special Agent of F.B.I and Avriel Kaplan, being transported from CSI to Kirstin's team. This is an AU, totally not involve to the current timeline in The Special Agents. Big shout out, I love morningthunderstorms's stories a lot. Thanks Sami for your hard works ;) 

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"You are doing some amazing works. Keep going, Avi. 

E."

Winter was coming around which made his beanies became thicker and thicker. Stood alone in front of the vintage cafe with a cup of hot cacao, he kinda enjoyed this cold weather. Took off his gloves, he quickly typed a reply.

"Just to remind you, my time is not so much left. Don't depend on me that much, Essy. Don't be too curious about D-day. Your curiousness will kill you. It would make everything be so much harder to see.

Av."

As he decided to leave, his phone vibrated again. Two times. 

"Aren't you the one who make it harder? That girl, Avi. You get too deep into her. And it is too late to be back. You are also the one who is put in danger by your curiousness. You was curious about about F.B.I, I took you to F.B.I. Now you are falling.

Countdown to your D-day. Delta-day, Death-day, whatever you call it. 

Merry your last Christmas, brother. It will be a long time 'till you hear those carols again. 

E."

He left out a long sigh, then deleted all these messages. Mrs. Esther Koop, no, Esther Kaplan always over-thinking about that mission. She knew it as a Director but she cared about his part in it as a sister. So unprofessional.

He touched the screen to open the second message.

"You comin', Avi? Scott, Mitch and Kevin are waiting at my apartment. They told me you wasn't home. Where are you now? Kirstie M."

"Sure I am. Coming for ya. And don't be too curious about me. Your curiousness will kill you someday, Kirst.

Avi."

"Fine, fine, old man. I hear you saying it everyday. Just come here fast. Kirstie M."

He put the phone back on his pocket and took a taxi, a smile softly hung on his lips. Last Christmas, huh? He was gonna enjoy it anyway. A familiar carol was sung sincerely across the street, sadly came to his ears.

Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child
By, by, lully, lullay
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child
By, by, lully, lullay...

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Kirstie really didn't know why she was agree with Scott and Mitch's suggestion. She would rather be at home than sit between these happy, drunken people. Crime scenes even sounded much more better. But, "Nope", Director Koop said, "Christmas isn't the time to go on mission. Go enjoy your holiday, Maldonado.".

So there she was, bored sat at the bar, Scömìche dance crazily on the floor, Kevin was nowhere to be seen. Christmas carols were playing loudly, and her heart stumped down. This time two years ago, she had heard those songs too, but at her house, with her team. With Avi.

"The first noel", the angel did say
Was to certain poor shepherds, in fields as they lay;
In fields as they lay, keeping their sheep,
On a cold winter's night that was so deep.