Chris Evans Imagines

Ransom Drysdale: Moving On

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"Kallin, wake up," Marta whispered while tapping my shoulder. I groaned and opened my eyes to see Martha holding a tray with a bottle of water, some aspirin, and a toast.

I sat up while Marta put the tray on the bedside table. She opened the bottle of water for me, and I smiled, showing her my appreciation. I took a sip of water which helped freshen my dry mouth. "Are you feeling a little better?" Marta asked me, watching me drink. I nodded, setting the water aside, and stretched my legs.

"Have some toast and take the aspirin. You know it's not recommended to take aspirin on an empty stomach," she told me. Of course, I knew I helped with Harlan's medications when Marta had to take a few weeks off because she was sick. Harlan and I grew incredibly close, so he hired me as a regular like Marta. When she returned, we were an inseparable trio until, of course, Harlan died.

"Detective Blanc called me and asked us to come by the house again," Marta informed me. I raised my eyebrow and said, "We just fucking left the place, and he wants us back? Jesus Christ, can he give us a moment to chill."

"They're going to have their will reading later in the afternoon, and detective needs our help, I guess," she shrugged and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me intensely.

I took a bite of the toast and chewed slowly, looking directly at Marta. It seemed like she had to tell me something important. Instead, she sighed and turned her vision elsewhere. "Come down when you're ready. I'll be waiting." I nodded, and then she left the room, giving me time to finish my food and take the aspirin.

I took the tray downstairs, where Mrs. Cabera took it from my hand, looking at me with sympathy.

"I'll be back soon, mom," Marta said and kissed her mom on the cheek.

"Thank you, Mrs. Cabera," I said politely, and she gave me a hug stroking my back.

I certainly did not want to go back to the house again. It was hard enough to stop myself from confessing everything, but if I go back to the house, I'd have to lie, and that's the last thing I needed. As if Marta could read my mind, she held my hand while the other held the steering wheel. "Hey, remember what Harlan said? Fragments of the truth, and we'll be fine," she assured me. Marta had the same problem I did. We couldn't lie, well we could; it's just that there was no point of lying since they'd find out right away because of a reflex that we developed as a kid. I smiled and nodded. Marta parked, and we both got off the car. Lieutenant Elliot was waiting outside and pressed his lips when he saw us walk closer to the house.

"Ms. Cabera, Ms. Treffo, thank you for coming. If I could tell Benny to stop calling you two, I would, but I can't," he said, greeting us in front of the door. I nodded politely and headed inside the house.

"Kallin!" Meg greeted me, looking up from her phone. "Did Blanc call you in again?"

"Yeah, I don't know what for, but I heard there will be a will reading later in the afternoon?" I asked.

"Yep, everyone is racking their brains about it. I just want to finish my studies," she said, placing her phone inside the pocket of her jeans.

"Hey, Kallin," Jacob said, passing by us. I smiled and waved.

"That fucking weirdo likes you," she said under her breath, and I shook my head.

"I heard that liberal snowflake. Shut up!" Jacob shouted from the living room. Meg only shook her head and laughed.

"Ms. Treffo, thank you for coming," Detective Blanc emerged from the balcony. "Please," he said, pointing back outside. I smiled at Meg and followed the detective to the balcony.

"Is there anything wrong?" I asked once we reached the balcony. "Well, aside from the fact that we are trying to crack this case, no, but I heard that you have quite the relationship with Hugh Ransom Drysdale? Son of Richard Drysdale and Linda Thrombey?" he asked, taking a seat on the couch and advised me to do the same across him.

"Ransom and I get along quite well," I admitted taking a seat across the detective. "Is there a problem with Ransom?"

"No, we just want to ask if you may be able to convince him to come to visit the house?" the detective asked with hope in his voice. I sighed, Ransom and I had quite the relationship, but that didn't mean he took well to my requests.

"I'll give him a call," I said. "But no promises," I added and then left the balcony to make a call. I went outside, leaned by Marta's car, and dialed Ransom's number. After two rings, he picked up the call.

"Kallin," answered his deep voice.

"Ransom, will you visit the house today?" I asked hopefully. I heard no reply but a chuckle. "Ransom," I said firmly.

"Did the CSI KFC ask you to call me in?" he asked with sarcasm in his voice, and I could see his cocky look.

"Will you just visit home?" I pleaded again, hoping he'd fall into my request.

"You didn't have to call me. I am on my way," he said and laughed.
"You could have said, so you jerk," I cursed at him, and he laughed again.