He shrugged slightly before gesturing with his head. “We should go.” *** This seemed to solidify his hypothesis and he nodded tightly. “Will do,” he said, turning away from her and beginning to leave. *** She nodded, leading him back to the lockers. *** Fina was walking down the sidewalk as the street lights began to flicker to life. She was hugging her book to her chest, frowning slightly.
She nodded slightly. "Yeah, alright." *** She hesitated, watching after him before speaking up. "Wait, I'm sorry.. I didn't mean that. This is my fault." *** He followed her, looking for the right one. *** She would hear the loud rumble of a motorcycle. The noise would increase until it was right next to her, where it slowed.
"We're not very good at what we're supposed to be doing." * * * He didn't stop, sticking his hands in his pockets. "Save it, Angel. I'm not interested." * * * They returned to the crime scene and Theresa set down the clippers, tying her hair back. "Okay. Here we go." * * * She looked over her shoulder nervously, hugging herself tighter, clutching her wand in her hands.
"Nah, but that's okay. I doubt that they'll mind." *** She frowned, her brows furrowed. She sighed before continuing on by herself. *** He grinned. "This is a big moment." *** Cassian pulled off his helmet with a frown before calling after her. "Fina! I'm gonna take you the rest of the way home."
"Probably not. I think I gotta get home soon, though. My mom's gonna worry." * * * "It is, isn't it?" she agreed, beginning to go down the line, snipping off people's locks. * * * She jumped, looking over her shoulder and frowning. "What? No. What are you doing here?"
She nodded slightly, sticking her hands in her pockets with a small frown. "Alright." *** "We have to find that one kid's locker." *** He squinted. "Picking you up, obviously."
He noticed her frown, raising one eyebrow. "Not good?" * * * "Are you sure we can't just go on a snipping spree? All we got from Cassian was that it was a smart kid. That means we could cut off everyone's lock except yours." * * * "I can't ride home on a motorcycle," she hissed, raising one eyebrow.
She looked up at him, her expression as if she had been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. "Huh? No, it's fine. Don't worry." *** He sucked air in through his teeth, pretending to wince. "My ego..." *** He raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
"You sure?" he asked, sounding concerned as he draped a playful arm over her shoulder. "Do you need a ride?" * * * "Ah, you've been through worse. I've insulted your morals before," she said smoothly, a hint of humor in her voice. "You'll survive." * * * "Because," she said with a small frown, turning to look at him, "my parents will think I'm cool."
She sighed, amusement in her voice. "Ah. I wish I did." *** He groaned sadly, clutching his chest. "Barely!" *** "Well.. Do you want me to drop you off near your house?"
He frowned, looking over at her, concern taking over his features as he dropped his arm. "Really? Why?" * * * "Get over yourself," she said flatly, raising one eyebrow. "There's work to be done, isn't there?" * * * She frowned, pursing her lips slowly. "I'm still irritated..."
She raised an eyebrow at his concern, a smile on her face. "Then we could spend more time before you have to go." *** He straightened, his expression brightening. "Right! Our work!" *** He leaned forward. "I'm just taking you home. That's all."
He laughed lightly, raising one eyebrow. "Don't tell me you're fond of me, Sparky." * * * She rolled her eyes but seemed amused by his excitement. "Let's start opening lockers." * * * She sighed but dusted herself off. "Alright. Do I just... get on?"
She frowned, tilting her head slightly. "What do you mean?" *** He nodded, going to the locks and searching. *** He gave her his helmet with a frown. "You put this on and sit on the back. You can hold onto me or you can hold onto the strap on the seat. What's your address?"
"You're in love with me," he said with a straight face. "It's totally obvious." * * * Most of the lockers seemed to contain normal items; schoolbooks, crumbled school uniforms, contraband bags of chips hidden from security guards, the usual. However, as Maverick opened locker 142, he would find nothing inside except a knife coated with blood. * * * She frowned, slipping the helmet on over her head, her frizzy orange hair sticking out of the bottom. "2134 Carlisle Avenue," she said, her voice muffled.
She raised an eyebrow slowly. "Are you serious?" *** He flapped his hands, his voice a hoarse whisper as he took a picture with his phone. "Theresa!" *** He nodded, starting the motorcycle and starting off, careful she was secure.
He smirked before breaking out into laughter. "No, I'm kidding, Sparky. I know we're not like that." * * * She blinked, coming over to him, her brow furrowed. "What?" * * * She yelped as they took off, letting go of the strap and wrapping her arms around his waist for more security, obviously frightened.
She folded her arms playfully. "You can't trick me." *** He opened the locker wider for her to see. *** He didn't seem to mind, keeping his eyes ahead as they went, his brows furrowed slightly.
"Oh, can't I?" he teased, leaning back playfully. * * * Her eyes widened. "Oh, goodness..." * * * The streets grew shabbier and shabbier and he would almost feel Fina receding into herself in embarrassment as they approached her home.
"Nope. You can't. I'm untrickable." *** He looked over at her with wide eyes. "What do we do?" *** He squinted as they reached her house, checking the address before stopping nearby. "Here's your stop, I believe."
