Lockwood and Co Small Fics

Let it Go Already

Hey guys! These are probably going to be pretty short, but I'm sure they'll get longer as I go! Thanks for reading and feel free to drop ideas and suggestions! :)

(I DO NOT own any of the Lockwood and Co characters)

Lucy POV

"George, did you pack the iron chains?" I asked quickly while shuffling through the duffle bag. The night was growing darker and darker, and what usually remains hidden in the shadows was beginning to stir.

"Most definitely...," George replied nervously, "most definitely."

I glanced up from my squatting position on the ground to see beads of sweat starting to appear on his brow. He looked down and gave me a cautious smile, his hands fidgeting in his pockets.

"Lockwood, George forgot the chains. Again," I called to Lockwood who was inspecting the grounds we were on.

The case we were attending this evening was rumored to be nothing short of chaotic. Georges research confirmed this unfortunately, seeing as we were to be spending our night in the middle of a prostitute graveyard. Word was that some of the killings had been done by none other then the infamous Jack the Ripper ( a personal favorite to be quite honest).

"Well if you're going to throw me under the bus like that, then lets not forget who's to check them before we leave?" George spat, crossing his arms.

"You're absolutely right, George. This is all Holly and Quills fault," I sarcastically suggested, "They're the reason we're all going to die this evening."

"'Ill be sure to leave them a note thanking them for their service," George mumbled, pulling out a thermos of tea.

I glanced over at Lockwood who seemed to be doing a great deal of ignoring us, staring off into the distance, then removing his sunglasses finally.

"Yes, quite a lot of death glows. It would sure be nice to have some iron chains," he said eyeing the both of us, "But I see that's not an option tonight."

"Looks like we're taking Holly off the pay roll if we make it back alive."

"But she does my laundry," George groaned, throwing his blond hair back in agony.

"Then for Christ sake we have to keep her," I said quickly. George rolled his eyes, and picked his rapier up from the ground.

"She probably would've stopped you morons from burning a house down, but hey what do I know," he mumbled walking away.

"Damnit, it was one time!"

"Let it go already!"