Drew and Spencer || Sharing Is Caring

spencer-morse:

Spencer flipped through the first few papers in the stack, making sure there was actual evidence on them. He wouldn’t have put it past Drew to have given him a bunch of meaningless gibberish, but so far the information looked solid. “You will write out the interviews and the experiments conducted?” Spencer asked although it wasn’t really a question. He was peeved that Drew had let such vital information go undocumented for so long and he expected a full and detailed report on everything she’d done.

Spencer muttered the names of the gangs under his breath. Why did these psychopaths choose such stupid named for their little gangs? ‘Crybaby’ didn’t evoke fear in anyone except maybe a four-year-old on the school playground. It was pathetic, really. “So he’s a Crybaby,” Spencer said. “Any clues as to where the convenience store may be?” Fuck, it was frustrating not having the interviews written down. Spencer would’ve much rather been out of Drew’s office and into his own, looking over the case by himself and not needing to ask Drew for all the fucking important information.

Tag-Team From Hell || Drew + Kait

kait-sylvestri:

A roll of her eyes was Kait’s first response. She usually just told the law-breaker what they did and then go through with what the circumstance called for—lugging their asses away to prison or execution. Conversation wasn’t exactly her thing.

“If they try any retaliation I’ll simply step back and set the place on fire so they can burn into ash. Simple as that.” She wasn’t exactly level-headed, either. 

Speeding more, she locked her eyes on a lone warehouse that had peeling paint and rusting metal on the exterior. An ancient-looking truck was parked outside, weeds and vines covering it, growing through the opening in the roof and broken windows. There were empty boxes scattered around, some appearing with mold. This could definitely be the place.

Kait turned the steering wheel so that they pulled up behind a bunch of bushes for concealment. Once parked, she said “Let’s go” and got out to unlock her trunk. Inside were weapons she kept in case she ever needed them: various guns, gas bombs, cloths and chloroform, latex gloves, needles and vials filled with liquids that did unseemly things to one’s sanity, and a first-aid kit for herself, though it hasn’t been opened since the day she started working. 

She stuffed a gun into an empty holster on the opposite side of her hip and put a needle and vial down between her breasts. Kait already kept a knife in her boot, but she put another in the inside her of jacket. 

“Take whatever you need,” she said, indicating to her trunk before turning to take a better look at the place. 

The Hills Have Eyes || Harmony & Drew

harmony-renfrew:

Well this would certainly be interesting. She had heard things about Drew but now, in her company, Harmony was sure this mission would be tough for both of them. Quietly, the woman scrutinized the list of possible abandoned laboratories, trying desperately to remember anything about where the gang lived. 

Harmony simply nodded and settled into her seat, the folder on her lap. “Well maybe you should join the gang and tell them that,” the woman muttered under her breath, facing the window away from Drew. Turning to agent Adelio, Harmony spoke with a full volume: “So your source said a gang called the Soldiers lived in a lab? Who’s this source?” Maybe she’d recognize a last name. A bunch of ex-gang members who go back to live a ‘normal’ life in the city must have children who join the gangs. Maybe it was one of her old friend’s kids…

Drew and Spencer || Sharing Is Caring

spencer-morse:

Spencer held his breath in frustration. Basically, Drew had asked for the very thing he was trying to avoid. He sighed out all the air in his lungs. Well. Spencer unclasped his hands and placed them on his knees. The only way to get what he wanted was to tell Drew. He thought a moment, choosing his words, before he finally spoke.
“That case fucked over the both of us, but I know you got something from that kid. I want the information because we have a new bargaining chip and that information could prove critical in finding someone to bargain with.” Spencer left that hanging in the air as he considered his next proposal. “Promotion is still on the table. And joining in on this case means I have to work with you and, more importantly, you have to work with me. Consider that seriously, because I am head of this operation and that means you defer to me. Always. Understood?”

Drew did better at hiding her surprise this time around. It wasn’t just a cheap ploy to get her to give over her case files. Spencer actually needed her to move forward on with what he’d been working on. “Bargaining chip?” Drew raised an eyebrow. As much as she wanted to lord her leverage over him, the chance for promotion made her easily reconsider. “I understand.” she replied, relaxing her posture just a little.  ”But I’d like to add one condition if you don’t mind.” Drew let her eyes wander around the office, picking several pieces of furniture that needed to be replaced once she was in a bigger space. Finally her eyes fell on Morse and she smiled, though her mouth barely moved. “Whether the project is a failure or a success, I get promoted. In fact, you put in the paperwork today.” she said, her tone challenging. “I’ll give you everything you need.”

Tag-Team From Hell || Drew + Kait

kait-sylvestri:

As they descended downwards, Kait’s eyes were locked forward, focusing on the two silver doors of the escalator. She was impatient, wanting to already be out there and tossing someone’s ass around, and Drew’s babbling only began to make things worse. Her previous assumption was disappearing. 

“And I really don’t care,” she curtly responded, then going back to her rigid silence.

Finally, the doors opened and Kait smoothly stepped out to begin walking through the front lobby and out the entrance doors. Workers walked to and fro, carrying their briefcases and looking like the most arrogant sons of bitches she’d ever seen, and this only ensured her that when she finally does end up going psychotic and a mass-murderer, they will be shown no mercy as all the other fucks in Avalon.

Reaching into her back pocket to grab her keys, she gave a  look to Drew before clicking the button to open her car doors. 

The Hills Have Eyes || Harmony & Drew

harmony-renfrew:

God damn Prothonel. It was causing agent Renfrew so many problems lately, the woman was sure to rip her hair out. The tests of the new variation weren’t running as smoothly as hoped, to say the least. By the time Harmony left the testing laboratory, she was already late for meeting Drew for their little investigation. She hurried past other agents and workers to grab what she needed and bit her lip at the time her watch said. 

Drew would not be pleased. 

Harmony didn’t actually need to impress or ‘make friends’ with this agent. It wouldn’t raise her in the ranks nor improve her job. In truth, agent Renfrew was pleased with her position, as her highly respected late husband had helped her climb the greyer steps of the government pyramid.

The woman pushed past a few dawdlers and spotted Drew across the lobby. “Agent Adelios,” she nodded in greeting. “Apologies. I am usually early for everything. A test ran late.” It was true, that she was early for everything. Most people knew of her reputation of hard, focussed work, something that grew very prominent when Edward died. Work work work that’s all agent Renfrew ever does….

“Locations?” she asked, looking at the folder. So, Drew was a bit outdated, considering Harmony barely used paper at all anymore, but she wouldn’t assume anything from that.

Drew gave the younger woman a once-over and frowned. “First, it’s Adelio, not Adelios. Second, I don’t care if you’re ‘usually early for everything’, I will remove you from this project if you’re late again.” She turned her attention back to the folder. “Yes these are the locations. There are several that are far outside of the city so we’ll need to make good use of our time.” Drew turned on her heel, expecting the woman to follow. She didn’t stop walking until she reached the parking lot outside. “If you have any issues please state them now before we begin our trip.” she said rather robotically as she unlocked the driver’s side door of a huge black truck.  ”I obey all traffic laws but I do not stop for bathroom breaks, understood?”

Drew and Spencer || Sharing Is Caring

spencer-morse:

Spencer kept his face neutral, but he was rolling his eyes on the inside. So Drew was playing stubborn bitch. Alright.  Spencer stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.  ”Ah, but I don’t think you’d have let this one get handled by the interns.” Spencer sighed, almost apologetically  He sat down in the chair across from Drew and crossed his ankle over his knee. His fingers steepled and tapped his chin as he continued. “You had a little bit of a personal vendetta against this one, if I remember correctly.” Spencer knew he was being vague, but he didn’t know anything about the kid.  Drew hadn’t shared anything with him while they had him in custody then he’d left before he’d had time to bug her for it. “He had a stupid name - something about bad luck.” Spencer hoped Drew could figure out who he was talking about from that, because that was all he had. This case wasn’t something he could check out himself in the archives on in the database - it had been hush hush and wouldn’t have been left out for just anyone to see. 

Drew felt a twitch of irritation as the man made himself comfortable. Why didn’t he just leave? She busied herself with cleaning off her desk, putting up the act of ignoring him. That was, until he mentioned bad luck. Drew froze, her surprised eyes betraying her bored mask. Jinx. The child she’d tortured for days and had to let go due to his connections. She’d kept the reports to herself and did her best to sweep the whole incident under the rug. Drew recovered, straightening up and giving Morse an icy glare. Why was he bringing up such an embarrassing incident? She regretted his involvement in the process of capturing Jinx and  wished she’d been smart enough to go it alone. “What do you want to know?” Drew crossed her arms over her chest. “More importantly, why are you asking me now?”

Drew and Spencer || Sharing Is Caring

spencer-morse:

Spencer strode confidently towards Drew’s office. He was in one of those moods that made people scurry away from him because he looked so damn happy and it creeped them out. Spencer hadn’t seen Drew since he’d been back and he still wasn’t thrilled to be seeing her now. He would say he was still a little pissed about their dispute, but honestly Spencer could care less what she thought about him anymore. Plus Drew had information Spencer needed, so seeing her was a little bit necessary.

He rapped his knuckles on the door to her office one before pushing open the door and entering. “Miss me?” Spencer smirked casually, and leaned against the doorframe. “Nice to see you too, but lets skip the pleasantries - what information did you get from that kid you had in custody a while ago?” he asked plainly. His voice betrayed nothing except casual curiosity, and his face did the same. It actually was a bit nice to see Drew, but Spencer knew that at any moment she could - and probably would - try to bite his head off. Metaphorically.

Drew was engrossed in her case files. She’d been working to see if she could find any connections between the last hundred detainees, sure she would find gang influence somewhere. She jumped when there was a knock at the door and opened her mouth to bark at whoever dared disturb her but it was left agape as she realized that it was no intern coming to bother her, it was Spencer Morse. “I have several young adults in custody at any given time, Mr. Morse.” she replied curtly, quickly shutting the binder she was looking in and pushing it to the side. “If you think I remember every single one that’s certainly a compliment, but believe me when I say I don’t have the capacity for such memory recall.” With a few more details she’d probably be able to remember exactly who Spencer was talking about but she didn’t want to deal with him. Not today, not ever. “I’m sure one of the interns would gladly waste an afternoon looking through the records for you.”

Tag-Team From Hell || Drew + Kait

kait-sylvestri:

Uncrossing her arms to turn and walk back out of the room, assuming Drew was trailing behind, Kait summarized the email she’d been sent. “There were complaints of noises coming from an abandoned warehouse towards the outskirts of the city. Nothing gang-related was mentioned, so it was said to cease executions until proven that laws entitled to do so were broken.” Her voice remained sounding bored, but she couldn’t help to notice the tingle in her fingers for the want to fire off her gun. 

Kait usually would be in a much worse mood if paired with anyone, probably not acknowledging their existence until after what had to be done was over, most times not even then, but she’d distantly heard around that Drew was a fierce agent. Although really nothing impressed her and she’d gladly wipe out all of Avalon from her lack of care for those who resided in it, the red-haired woman seemed to not be a person that would get in her way. And, if her assumptions were correct, perhaps Drew would become bearable. 

Moving her way through the halls she’d been walking down not too long ago, Kait got to the elevator and hit the button that would take them to the ground floor. 

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