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Fantasy FTK: Black Rose Detective Agency

Toby thought on that. “Well if he’s not home and not here, he could be following a lead... having a drink.... walking on the rooftops... anywhere in the city, really.”
The door to the office opened, and the suited Dhampir in question stepped inside. He looked around the room, seeing lots of people in the office, and his eyes settled on Rheitz.
“Who trashed my office?” He asked.
 
Rheitz glanced awkwardly around the room, eyes coming back to Tobias.
"I-"
She was broken off by a loud swear. Delilah appeared in the doorway, shirt hanging open.
"Where did you get the damn ice from kid? I need some more."

She frowned at their silence, looking up to see Lautrec standing in the room.
She stared at him for a minute, opening her mouth to say something before closing it quickly.
 
Lautrec looked surprised to see her like this. Shirt undone, covered in big bruises, especially her stomach.
“Uh, Delilah? You look terrible. What happened?” He said. He looked around and started digging through a drawer. He knew he had a Good Energy wand around here somewhere. Tobias jumped up and got more ice for Delilah and brought some to Aida as well, who had scrapes and bruises.
Lautrec looked around best as he could. To him it seemed like Toby was bringing ice to Rheitz.
Immediately, Lautrec thought that Delilah and Rheitz had fought over what happened with the hospital file earlier today.
“Ow! Not so rough!” A voice said in the office. Lautrec looked away from Delilah and moved towards his office, where he saw Aida nursing her wounds.
“Moonface, I missed you!” Aida said cheerfully. Lautrec was dumbfounded. He couldn’t say a word.
 
Rheitz left her place at Aida's side, grabbing Lautrec's arm.
She pulled the confused detective out of the office near the table with a coffee pot on it.

"I...Boss, Detective Waters and your sister fought. Aida came in and she hit her on the face for making you cry? Detective Waters got mad and said that you were a bigger baby than she thought and then Aida and Detective Waters fought. But I found out something interesting about Detective Waters."
 
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Lautrec was half listening. He saw the bruises and thought she should be taken to a hospital. He didn’t care as much about Aida’s well-being.
“Can you tell me later? She looks like she needs a doctor. I can’t find the healing wand. Not mine, the Good one. Don’t listen to anything Aida says. If she’s fighting people she... oh gods, she didn’t bite anyone did she?”
 
Rheitz shook her head. "Nope, thankfully she didn't. She got real scared though when Toby came. Said some stuff about drugs and not wanting more?"
She tugged on his arm. "Boss, I'm not sure she wants any help. Detective Waters didn't even like Toby helping her."
 
Lautrec shook his head. “She’s being stubborn. Take care of her, and I’ll get Aida out of here.” He stood up and looked into the office. Toby was still there with Aida.
“Toby. Can you take Aida home for me?”
“Everyone’s asking me for things lately. One day I might say no, then what?”
Lautrec shrugged. “The world might end.”
“That’s true... fine.”
Aida sighed and shook her head. “I want you to take me home Daddy.”
“I’ve got work to do. Lautrec will take you home.” He gestured to Toby, who looked confused, but Aida didn’t question it. He got up and took Aida with him out of the office. Once they were gone, he started picking up the mess in his office.
 
"I said I'm fine, dammit!"

A crash was heard from Rheitz's office and Rheitz scrambled out the room, rushing to the small fridge in the back.
She shoveled some cubes into the towel, wrapping it tightly.

"Detective Waters, let me help yo-"

Delilah threw her a glare, picking herself up from the floor.
"I'm not a child. I can do it myself."

She snatched the towel from her hand, pushing the girl out of the room.
 
“Enough!” Lautrec yelled. He stepped into the room, seeing Delilah on the floor.
“Take it like a man, Waters. You got beaten up. Be lucky you have one person in your life you haven’t pushed away yet, despite your best efforts. You could have internal bleeding. Where’s that damn wand?!” He shuffled around the office.
 
Delilah pushed herself back onto the chair, grunting as she adjusted herself painfully.
"Don't pretend to care, bloodsucker. I don't need help, especially from the likes of a bastard like you."

She pulled out her crushed pack of Camel cigarettes, lighting one and breathing it in. She let out another groan, a stream of pale smoke passing from her mouth.
 
Lautrec pulled a chair out and sat where he could see Delilah. He stared at her for a moment.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call. This is the last place I imagined Aida turning up. After what happened earlier I was going to take the night off, but I had a hunch, so I went to the West district. Found some old friends who started talking about what’s happening in the underground. Apparently there are bigger things happening than a blood trade, however I do believe the two are connected. You were right, Delilah. This goes a lot deeper than a few bad apples.”
 
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Delilah eyed his earnest expression, taking another drag of her cigarette, daringly blowing the smoke into his face.
"What do you want me to say? Oh, thank you Detective! You're so kind," she sneered mockingly, placing the empty, sopping towel on the table beside her.
She touched the bruise on her stomach lightly, satisfied that it wasn't as sore and began to button her shirt up, pulling out her pocket mirror to study her face.
"Oh Mitra, she really has a strong punch."
 
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He sighed. “I’m trying, at least. You can’t say I don’t care, because I wouldn’t bother trying to cheer you up if that were true. Keep being petty though. Those frown lines will be nice and defined by the time you’re fifty.” He stood up quickly and went into his office. To hell with it if that’s how she’s going to be, he thought. He had notes to write.
 
Rheitz stood awkwardly in the hall between the two rooms, hands on the coffeepot. She made eye contact with her Boss and quickly looked away, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
The sudden quiet after the storm felt....strange. Empty. Like something else, instead of the further broken ties that had been created, should have happened. She shook her head of the unwanted thoughts, making her way to her office. Delilah leaned against the doorway, closing her eyes and letting out a sigh.

"Um...excuse me, Detective Waters," Rheitz said, looking up at the woman. Delilah opened her eyes hazily, staring at Rheitz before moving.

"Sorry doll didn't mean to hold you up," she murmured, walking over to Lautrec's office.

She opened the door, walking into the space awkwardly, trying her best not to make eye contact with the man.
"Came for my coat...and this," she grabbed her coat, which had been folded neatly and placed on a nearby chair, taking the prescription off of Lautrec's desk where she had left it.
 
“Hold on a second” Lautrec said as he grabbed the pill bottle. He took it and examined it. It was the prescription she picked up with the stolen script. Same as what Alex took. He unscrewed the bottle and rattled out a few pills into his hand. They were small and red like ibuprofen.
”Well, whatever these are; they are not psyche medicine, of that I am certain.... I wonder if Aida is taking her medicine.” He said the last part lower, more to himself. He sealed the bottle again and handed it to her.
“Have we gotten a coroner report yet?”
 
Delilah had managed to get the bottle of pills earlier in the day before Aida had arrived.

The pharmacist was a rather...curious creature, though he hadn't done anything to cause suspicion.
He smiled, said the right things, and had acted as any pharmacist would.
The only difference was that he had stared intently at her, studying her every move as she waited patiently at the counter. She had asked about his strange behavior and he had simply said that she was so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Delilah had shrugged the moment off, though something in his eyes made her think he was lying.

Delilah snatched the bottle from his hands, moving to take the two pills that he had taken out.
"Stop tampering with the evidence," she said simply, ignoring his question.
 
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He furrowed his brow. He followed Delilah out of the office and found Rheitz at her work station.
“Coroner report?” He asked her, hoping someone he was paying here might have what he was looking for.
 
Rheitz shook her head, turning in her chair to face him. She had been working on listing down all the hospitals that St.Lucia had been asking for blood, finding their phone numbers in the book so she could call them in a bit.
"Sorry Boss, we don't have it yet. Detective Waters is gonna go get it from Central along with Alexis's file. I'm gonna try and figure out why those hospitals never sent the blood since they never specified in their letters."

She turned to return to her work, hearing her boss let out a small sigh, and turned back to face him before he left.
"Wait! Boss...I-," she crossed her arms, unsure if this was a good idea, "-I think you should go with Detective Waters. She's still hurt and plus...if you met with the coroner, you could ask some questions she probably wouldn't think off."
She tugged on her ear nervously, chewing her lip in anticipation of his response.
 
Lautrec narrowed his eyes and groaned softly. Tonight was going to be a long night.

Driving his car with the windows rolled down, Lautrec and Delilah were both smoking and looking in opposite directions of each other. He couldn’t remember the last time he had this much drama with his partner. Though she was also the first female partner he ever had. The ride was uncomfortable to say the least.
 
Delilah stared aimlessly out the window, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.
To say she felt bad was...an understatement. She had managed to annoy the hell out of him, but it hadn't satisfied her. Not at all.
Instead, she felt...guilty?
Yeah.
That was probably it.
Delilah Waters felt guilty for being an ass to Lautrec St. Leore and now she was contemplating whether an apology (oh Mitra, her pride was all but dead now) could solve the horrible feeling in her gut.

She turned to the dhampir, clearing her throat.
"Detective Leore...I-," she winced slightly at the crack in her voice, "I wanted to say something."
 
Lautrec’s eye turned towards her, then back on the road.
“Go on, then” He said. With his night vision he could see very well in darkness, but with the head lights on it made it more difficult. Turning them off would be more dangerous for other drivers. They were passing under the southern buttress, a massive network of aqueducts.
 
"I-dammit," she muttered, unsure of how to proceed, hand coming to rest on the dashboard with a soft slap.

She had expected him to make some sort of nasty comment reprimanding her, not simply say "go on".
She took another drag of her cigarette, letting the nicotine calm her nerves. She eyed him again, watching to see if he was going to say anything more.
When he didn't she let out a sigh.

"I'm...I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry for being an ass when you wanted to help me," she turned in her seat to look out the window again, "there I said it."
She winced when the tip of her elbow met her stomach, the fact that bruises still lingered from her fight with Aida becoming all the more present in her mind.
 
“...” Lautrec was looking at her, then eyed the road again.
“Apology accepted”
He sat in the silence for a moment.
”When I was a fledgling, the Dominion courts banished me to serfdom. To work a high profile case like this... I never am ungrateful. All I’ve ever wanted was freedom from my dreaded curse.

If I were human, I’d want to be strong like you.”
 
Delilah tensed at his acceptance.
It couldn't be that simple. He couldn't have accepted that apology so easily unless...unless he knew.
The bastard was pitying her, wasn't he?!
No wonder he was pretending to be nice, what the hell was she thinking! Of course, Rheitz would have told him about her dirty little secret and now he had one-uped her, he had something to rub in her face while she had lost the one thing she had to do the same thing back.

Delilah glared out the window, arms crossing over her chest.
"I don't need your pity. Just because you know my secret doesn't give you any power over me. Everyone at Central knows about it, so don't even think you can blackmail me into being nice."
 
“Secret? What are you... you wound me, Detective.” He felt genuinely hurt. What a bitter weapon, she was!
“I take my compliment back. You aren’t strong, you’re just a hard dick. You’re every asinine badge holder I sent on the ghetto beats. Take your sorry and shove it.”
He parked the car on the highway. The mortuary was 100 feet down below. He walked into the pouring rain and around the front of the car. With his direction it seemed like he would jump.
 

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