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hannahhook7744 · 2 months ago

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Charmingly Alarming!

Summary: Chloe doesn't need Chad to do the right thing—to do the heroic thing—right now.

No, she just needs her big brother to tell her everything's going to be okay and just needs him to fix this.

(Or Chloe calls Chad in the middle of the night in a panic).

Trigger Warnings: Murder, disposing of a body, panic attacks, dangerous driving, crime, self-hatred, violence towards minors, attempted kidnapping, dubious intentions, etc. LMK if I should add to the list. Alternate Title Ideas:

1. "I'm sorry that I did this, The blood is on my hands.." 2. "And if we hit on troubled water, I'll be the one to keep you warm and safe." 3. "Just close your eyes." 4. "One call away." 5. "Sit shotgun, I'm driving. I'll be your protector." 6. "For you, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do." 7. "Cry, little sister! (Thou shalt not fall). Come, come to your brother! (Thou shalt not die)!"

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Chad groaned, spending longer than he'd ever like to admit reaching and palming at his light blue nightstand in the dark before he finally managed to grab his ringing phone.

Gil rolled over beside him, squinting in his half asleep state—his isle instincts likely screaming at him to do something even after six years of being off the isle—as he blindly pulled out his cutlass from where it'd been hidden under his pillow.

(Chad had been trying to break him out of that habit. But well, who was he to tell his husband that he couldn't do something that made both of them feel safer at night?).

“What'sgoin'on?”

“It's just my phone, Gil. You can go back to sleep.” The prince felt bad for waking the pirate. Gods knew that if Chad needed the rest, that Gil needed it three times as much.

(It wasn't easy being responsible for two younger siblings while ducking an abusive dad and a money hungry, greedy stepmother who couldn't actually care less about her children.

That wasn't even getting into the fact that the taller blonde had a half-blind cat to care for and other responsibilities to deal with regarding the Lost Revenge Crew (that Chad could never even hope to fully wrap his head around) and the weightlifting club he'd started back when they were teenagers on the isle.

All of that was much more taxing than being a trophy husband and racecar driver that had to avoid old school mates who hated him and vulturous reporters who didn't know the first thing about personal space. Which was admittedly his own fault for being a major douche-canoe as a teenager).

“You sur’?”

Chad was more than sure. He could deal with whoever was calling him and whatever they needed by himself—he wasn't helpless. His disastrous first year at college made sure he'd never be that helpless again. “Yeah, I'm sure. I got this.”

Patchy the pirate kitty, as Gil so fondly called him, decided that now was the perfect time to join them for bed. Hopping onto Gil’s chest and silencing any protests the other blonde might have had. “I'll be right back.”

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Chad answers quickly, all things considered, in the grand scheme of things—but not nearly as quickly as Chloe would have liked.

“Chloe?” Her big brother sounds tired. No, tired doesn’t quite fit how he sounds. Exhausted maybe. Bone-tired? Was that a thing? If it was, that was how the older Charming sounded. He sounded like he hadn’t slept well. Like he hadn’t slept well in days.

Chloe had been tired too before—before.

Now she was more awake than she had ever been in her whole sixteen years of life as she tried to focus on her phone and the words she needed to get out instead of what was on her hands and clothes, and the ground. “I messed up.”

“What?”

Chloe swallowed, eyes watering. Her throat felt dry. Drier than the beach on a hot day. No, drier than a desert on the hottest day of the year. “I messed up. I messed up, bad. I didn’t mean too! I didn’t—I just—he–I… Mom and dad are going to be so disappointed—”

“Chlo.” Chad’s voice sounded odd. Like it was out of focus. Did her phone speaker get broken in the scuffle?

“Chlo. Stop.”

Stop what? She wasn’t doing anything. At least she didn’t think she was doing anything. Was she talking out loud?

“CHLOE—” The brunette flinched. “—I need you to stop thinking about whatever it is you did and breathe with me, okay?”

Chloe said nothing. She couldn’t think of anything to say. But it seemed Chad wasn’t going to take silence for an answer. “Okay?”

She sniffled. “O-okay.”

“So you can hear me. That’s good. Just copy me, sis, alright?” Chad took a deep breath after getting her to confirm that she would copy him and she followed his lead. “Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. And out—”

Soon (but not soon enough) Chloe could breathe again. Could hear right again. That, unfortunately, meant that the princess was fully aware of the situation she was in again.

“Okay, now that you’re calm again, I need you to tell me what happened.” Chad sounded worried. Scared, even. But what scared Chloe most was the seriousness in his voice—because her big brother was never serious. But he was now and all of the previous tiredness that was in his tone was gone.

That was when the guilt hit her.

Chloe shouldn’t have called Chad.

He didn’t need to be involved in this.

This was Chloe’s mistake. Her mess up. Her problem to solve and no one else’s—it couldn’t be anyone else’s problem. Not after what she’d done.

Her life was over. Done for. She couldn’t undo what she’d just done. When the royal guard found out she’d be going to prison and then all of Auradon would know—and her family’s lives would be just as ruined. The blood was on her hands, the body at her feet and—what had she done?

“This was a mistake. I-I shouldn’t have called. You have a match tomorrow. Just forget I called—” She tried to backtrack. But Chad wasn’t having it.

“Damn the match. Tell me what happened. You wouldn’t have called me at one o’clock in the morning over something that wasn’t important. You wouldn’t be having a panic attack at one o’clock in the morning over something that wasn’t important: what happened?”

“Chad just forget it. I’m going to go and you can just go back to—”

“Chloe Constantina Charming don’t you dare hang up on me.” Chad had never sounded so stern before. It was eerie. Like something taken right out of the Twilight Zone. “I am not going to do anything but find you and help you fix whatever you did that you think is so terrible that mom and dad will be disappointed in you. Now tell me, what happened? What did you do? Get caught stealing? Cheat on your homework? Did you get in a fight—”

Chloe wanted to cry.

She wished it had been that simple.

She wished she had never snuck out to go visit Red in the first place.

None of this would have ever happened if she hadn’t.

“Chad I think—oh gods, I think I killed someone, Chad.”

The princess refused to look down at the body to check: she didn’t want to know. Didn’t want to see any more of the mess she’d seen that she already had. She was sure she’d never be able to erase the sight of the man’s caved in skull out of her head. She’d fucked up big time.

This was almost as bad as the mess she’d caused when she and Red were time traveling—maybe even worse, come to think of it.

Chad swore a swear that Chloe didn’t even know he’d known before inhaling sharply. “Where are you?”

“Belle’s harbor.” Chloe felt like she was going to cry. Again.

“I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Stay put.”

“But Belle’s harbor is an hour away from Auradon Ci—”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Hide and then stay put. Don’t let anyone see you but me, got it?”

“Chad, you shouldn’t–”

“Chloe, I’m your brother. I’m going to get you out of this mess. So please, for once your life: listen to me.”

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His mother could never find out how fast Chad had been driving tonight.

She absolutely couldn't.

He was sure she'd have a heart attack if she ever found out how fast he was driving on a public or semi-public (if you could consider the back roads almost no one used public) road. That or scold him for being reckless. Probably both.

But that didn't matter right now.

Nothing mattered right now but Chloe, how scared she was, and the body he needed to get rid of for her. Because they were getting rid of the body.

They weren't calling the royal guard. That was the absolute last thing they were going to do, even if Chloe was still going to insist that they had to call them. Because it was the right thing to do. The responsible, heroic, righteous thing to do. The type of thing they'd been taught to do their whole lives—the type of thing their parents would expect them to do.

But they couldn't do that.

Chad wasn't going to let Chloe do that.

Because all that talk about responsibility and owning up for your actions? It was total bullshit.

Complete and utter, total bullshit.

Owning up and taking responsibility wasn't going to get Chloe a lesser punishment. It wasn't going to exsolve of the blood on her hands or prevent the way people were going to look at her if any one found out about this.

Chad and Audrey still got looks for the Queen of Mean incident six years ago and neither of them had killed anyone.

They couldn't tell the truth.

Chloe couldn't take responsibility. Not for this.

Ben wouldn't go easy on her for this. The council wouldn't let him. Auradon wouldn't let him. No one would. No one would care that Chloe was just a kid who'd never intentionally hurt anyone. They wouldn't care that it was self-dense or an accident or that she didn't mean it.

There was a body and blood on his little sister's hands.

And if he didn't get to Chloe and help her, her life would be ruined.

Chad couldn't let that happen.

He couldn't let Chloe do the right thing. The heroic thing. The thing she would so desperately want to do. Just like how he couldn't drive at a normal speed right now.

Chloe needed him.

Chloe could have called anyone. But she called him.

Not their mom, not their dad. Not Aunt Fay, Jane, or any of their Tremaine cousins. Not her friends or the Badun Detective Agency, her mentors. Him.

Chloe needed him. Had called him. And by the gods, Chad wasn't going to let her down. He was coming for her and nothing was going to stop him. He couldn't afford to slow down, get pulled over, stop, or panic.

There was a body.

And Chloe needed Chad to do something.

Anything.

Anything but what she wanted to do right now. Because Chloe doesn't need Chad to do the right thing—to do the heroic thing—right now. No, she just needs her big brother to tell her everything's going to be okay and just needs him to fix this.

Consequences be damned.

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Belle’s Harbor is past the royal marina filled with all manner of boats; cabin cruisers, catamarans, fishing trawlers, a hydroplane, the royal yacht that had seen many parties, and a black speedboat dubbed Beast's Fury that Beast's pride and joy.

Right next to Belle's harbor was a small, isolated beach that was a wonderful place to take your date if you wanted a little peace and privacy.

It was also an hour away from Auradon City, where Gil and Chad lived in a nice cabin just outside of the city.

It was an hour and thirty away from Auradon Prep.

Four hours away from home.

Thirty minutes away from Wonderland.

Chad had a boat there.

Their mom and dad had gotten it for him for his nineteenth birthday.

Belle's Harbor was dark at night. The water appearing almost ink black and the sky matching it—it was devoid of stars tonight. The air was chilly, biting even.

Auradon City was an hour away.

Chad had promised to be there in thirty.

He made it in twenty five.

Chloe didn't even want to think of all the traffic laws her brother must have broken to have gotten there so fast. She didn't want to think about the fact that she was covered in blood—hers and her victim’s—or how it would certainly stick to and ruin the nice white leather seats in Chad's fastest and nicest car that he had driven here.

Chloe didn't want to think about anything.

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Prince Chadwick Maximilian Hardup Richard Marcus Charming of Cinderellasburg was a lot of things.

A psychology major.

A racecar driver.

A prince.

A pirate's trophy husband.

A mama’s boy.

And an absolute fuck up when he was a teenager. Someone that many people would still laugh and call ‘the worst’ even years later when Chad was a new man.

But if there was one title Chad had taken seriously the moment it had been bestowed upon him, it was the title of big brother.

He'd been eight when Chloe was born. Eight years old and terrified that now his parents had a real child, one that was their blood, they wouldn't want him anymore. He'd been eight when his grandfather and grandmother had lead him into the room was his mother was and he'd been eight when his father had lifted him onto the bed so that he could get a better look at his little sister.

Chad had been eight when he'd held Chloe. When his parents had called him her big brother and told him how sure they were of the fact he'd be a good one.

It was the only area in his life in which he hadn't messed up since. The only area in his life in which he hadn't made his parents disappointed. He could be called many things but a bad brother wasn't one of them.

Chad loved Chloe with all his heart.

Loved her more than he had ever loved himself or anyone else.

And he wasn't going to let anything or anyone ruin her life.

Chad had known he wouldn't the moment the words “I think I killed someone—” had left her mouth.

He'd known what he had to do.

See, what a lot of people didn't know about Chad—what only a select few like Audrey and Gil knew—is that Chad loved true crime and detective shows. Had practically grown up on them. From the very moment he'd first seen them, he had loved them.

Had learned from them.

Had taken notes on how to get away with crime.

And it had served him well.

No one had ever been able to find proof of him stealing the opposing team’s mascot costume.

No one had been able to find proof of him cheating in school before the School Of Secrets web series got out.

And no one but Carlos and Jay had ever caught him breaking and entering or stealing.

It wasn't something that Chad was proud of nowadays: but right now, he couldn't help but be thankful for all the practice his stupid, stupid, stupid selfish teenage self had gotten in for him. Only the gods knew just how helpful that practice and information was likely about to be.

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While Chloe changed into the clean clothes he’d grabbed for her from the guest room in the beach changing booth, Chad wrapped the body up in the picnic blanket he kept in the trunk (while wearing gloves) and put it in the hidden compartment in the trunk.

Then he went back and poured some water onto the area where the body had been laying until all traces of the blood were gone. Kicking the sand around until it was no longer noticeable.

Making sure to leave no evidence and/or footprints behind as he headed back to the car. Dodging cameras, keeping an eye out for any witnesses, and keeping his head down and hood up so no one could see his face.

Chad couldn’t let anyone see him.

Couldn’t let anyone see Chloe.

No one could see. No one could know.

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Chloe had snuck out of Jane and Carlos’ house to go visit Red in Wonderland where she was visiting family.

She hadn’t heard from her and was worried that her mother had somehow tracked her down. She hadn’t. Red had just been busy.

But Chloe hadn’t known that: she’d been worried. The Queen of Hearts was scary and had done horrible things (Chloe didn’t tell Chad what she had done. Never told him about the other two timelines or the time travel or how he’d been gone from her life in her original time. She didn’t tell him about how he’d turned evil in the second one or how she had manipulated him into staying in this one. She couldn’t. She wanted to but she couldn’t. It’d break his heart). So she’d visited and had stayed for a little while before seeing how late it was and deciding to walk back to her sorta-cousin’s house.

But Chloe didn’t make it back to Jane’s.

She didn’t make it back to Auradon City.

Instead she had just made it to Belle��s Harbor when she’d been attacked.

Attacked by a man who wanted her purse and all her money.

A man who wanted to kidnap her once he saw her glass sneakers and realized who she was.

The man had grabbed her by the hair and yanked on her arm so hard it hurt—hard enough to bruise. Almost hard enough to break her wrist.

Chloe had fought back like her mother, father, and Chad had taught her to. Kicking and biting and scratching and hitting and—he’d slammed her into the ground. Slammed her head into the cold hard ground and hissed at her to be quiet, to shut up, to stop resisting and just come with him and he wouldn’t hurt her.

But Chloe wasn’t as naive as people thought she was. She knew the man was lying. Just knew that something horrible was going to happen if she went along with the man: she knew it. She heard stories about stuff that happened before the isle, stuff that happened on the isle—she’d heard all the horror stories and she was scared.

Chloe didn’t know what happened next.

That’s what she told Chad at least. And he didn’t doubt for a second she was telling the truth.

He could see it in her eyes. The horror, the regret. He saw it in how checked out his little sister was and in how she carried herself.

One minute a man older than Chad was trying to kidnap her and the next she was holding a bloody rock, standing over a dead bloody and covered in blood that wasn’t her own. Then she called Chad because she was even more scared now and didn’t know what to do.

Chad was glad the brunette had called him.

Even if he’d wished he had taken Gil up on his offer for help now.

He was glad she had called him and trusted him with this.

And now all that was left was to get her home and to deal with the body, and the aftermath.

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It was 2:30 in the morning when Chad and Chloe got home.

2:50 when Chloe finished the hot chocolate Chad had made her and 2:51 when she took the sleeping pills her brother gave her.

Her head hit the soft comfy pillows in Chad and Gil’s guest room at 2:55 and it was 2:57 when the blonde handed her the first ever teddy bear their parents had bought him before he tucked her in.

It was 3:00 when Chad sent Jane a text telling her he had caught Chloe sneaking back from Red’s house and had taken her back to his house because it was closer, and that she was fine and safe.

It was 3:15 when Chad got back into his car and drove to the isle.

3:50 when he dumped the body into the area where he knew the Lost Revenge Crew’s favorite hostage-eating sharks ‘Bartholomew’, ‘Fang’, ‘Bully’, ‘Crusher’, and ‘Meathead’ lived. It was 4:30 when the remainder of the body parts stopped floating back to the top and it was 5:00 when Chad walked back through the door of his and Gil’s cabin with the bag of evidence in his still gloved hands.

It was 7:00 when the rest of the evidence burned to ashes, including the clothes Chad and Chloe had been wearing.

Gil made breakfast at 7:30 and at 7:35 the table was set. At 7:45 Chad managed to get Gabriel, Gemma, Chloe, and Patchy to the kitchen and to the table.

The dishes were done at 8:00.

Gil took Gemma and Gabriel out to go visit the twins.

Chad gave Chloe the rundown on her alibi, what would happen if she told anyone who didn’t understand what had really happened, and told her that she didn’t deserve to have her life ruined for defending herself. He told her that he would handle the situation and that everything would be alright if she just trusted him.

After that he set her up in front of the tv and inspected the car and the trunk. Cleaning and scrubbing it out just in case there was even just a lick of evidence still in there— then he changed the tires. Planning to burn and dispose of them later.

He went to bed at noon after spending most of the day cleaning his car, getting rid of evidence, and tending to Chloe.

He woke up at 8:00 PM to Chloe and Gil’s siblings in bed, and his favorite dinner.

Gil knew something had happened.

He didn’t need Chad to tell him that something had. He knew Chloe and Chad well enough to know that something was wrong.

Chad wouldn’t admit it but he cried.

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A week later Chad’s car was gone.

He didn’t know what the Lost Revenge Crew had done with it. He didn’t want to know. Didn’t need to.

All he needed to know was that the car he had picked Chloe up in and transported the body in was gone and no one would ever find it or know.

Chloe’s secret was safe.

No one would know.

And more importantly, no one would believe it.

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The man’s face was on the news.

Chad didn’t recognize the name but he’d never forget the face.

The man had been reported as missing. Two weeks late.

No one reported seeing Chad’s car or seeing Chloe and the man fighting.

The man’s face was on the news and he’d been reported missing two weeks after the fact, and Chloe was safe.

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Chad knew no one would ever suspect Chloe of murder.

He knew that people would have no problem accusing him of murder or believing that he was capable of it, even if everyone knew blood made him squeamish (his tourney and R.O.A.R teammates and anyone would have ever been his friend could attest to that).

But Chad also knew one crucial fact.

People thought Chad wasn’t smart enough to do anything himself.

He hadn’t done his homework for six years, after all.

He was nothing but a pretty face and a good athlete. Ask anyone and they’d tell you that.

Prince Chadwick Maximilian Hardup Richard Marcus Charming of Cinderellasburg was a brainless, cowardly, pretty faced athlete who was ‘the worst’ and he was a helpless, greedy, selfish manchild who didn’t care about anyone but himself.

No one would believe that he had helped his little sister hide a body at one o’clock in the morning without getting anything in return. No one would believe he was smart enough to thoroughly destroy evidence without leaving a trace or that he had a strong enough stomach to feed a corpse to a pack of sharks. Not a soul would believe that he had enough foresight to bring Chloe clothes to change into or that he had scrubbed his car clean and disposed of the tires.

Chad knew what people thought of him.

Knew how people viewed him and despite popular belief, he was smart enough to use it to his advantage if needed—and he’d gladly do so to protect his little sister.

He would always be there for Chloe if she needed him.

He may have been ‘the worst’ but for her Chad would always be the best him he could be.

He was her big brother, after all.

And what were big brothers there for if not to help hide a body?

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Inspiration: Part 1 and Part 2.

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #disney #descendants au #wicked world #disney descendants au #rise of red #rise of red 2 #chloe charming #chad charming #charming siblings #good brother chad charming #one shot #fanfiction #etc

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years ago

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badun detective agency fluff where they just gotta help someone find their missing pet that accidentally ran away! Reza and some of his friends maybe! (Or maybe the entire agency? Hmmm)

Trigger warnings; missing pets, animal attacks, illness, and mention of death.

🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️

"I'm sorry, what?" Harry must have heard Hook wrong because there was absolutely no possible way—

"I said I need ya to find Gil's cat," Hook growled with frustration, thrusting a single piece of parchment paper into his face as his eyes shifted around the room. Refusing to meet his own.

Harry was too baffled to be offended and didn't even bother glaring at the older boy as he examined the sheet.

It had a nicely done ink drawing of a white cat with an eye patch covering its left eye and the word 'Lost' above its head. A drawing that was frankly too nicely done to be drawn by Uma (who was only good at drawing sea and pirate related things) or Gil (who wasn't the best at drawing things that weren't egg or weight related).

Harry glanced at Hook over the poster, subtly, studying him for a moment as he wondered where Hook had gotten the drawing from. Only to pause when he spotted a quill in Harry's coat pocket, ink smudges on his fingertips, and an ink splatter on his shirt.

It didn't take a genius to deduce that he had cut out the middleman and drawn it himself so that Gil's supposed cat could be found quicker. Which brought him back to one of his other many questions...

"Since when does Gil have a cat? "

Harry had never heard of the LeGumes having any pets other than Gaston's hellion of a dog that sent shivers down his spine every time he came across it after the summer of shortages and sepsis a few years back.

No one had ever mentioned a cat.

And Gastin hated cats.

He chewed on his lip, annoyed by the information he was just now finding out. The information which was completely contradictory to what was common knowledge.

It didn't make any sense.

Harry hated it when things didn't make sense.

"He's had the damned thing for a fortnight and it doesn't leave the ship for obvious reasons," Hook replied looking miserable.

"How long has it been missing?"

"Since this mornin'. Sunshine asked me to look after it while he watched mini-sunshine and he won't be back till Monday, and I took my eye off of the blasted little welt for five minutes and now it's gone—"

Harry put a hand up to silence him, already sensing that his nickname buddy frenemy was about to blow a fuse.

"Alright Alright, chill. We'll find the cat before Gil gets back. What's its name?"

"Who names a cat, Patchy?" was the first question that his team asked after he and Jace debriefed them on their newest case.

Harry wasn't surprised in the slightest that it was Reza of all people who asked the question.

"Really, Re, that's the part you focus on?" Yzla sighed, resting her head in his lap. No doubt exhausted from the emotional reunion between her, Zevon, and their family the other night.

Harry really wished she had stayed home and rested instead of answering his call on the walkie. But after 9 years of working with her, he knew better than to try and send her back home when they had a case. No matter the circumstances.

"What? It's a valid inquiry!"

Eddie rolled his eyes from the beat up bean bag chair in the corner, sipping on a slushie he somehow managed to get his hands on. Hermie was halfway asleep in his lap, playing with the zipper on his jacket.

"What else would he have named it? Anophthalmia?"

"Anything would have been a more suitable name than 'Patchy'! It's undignified!"

"I highly doubt Patchy is insecure about his name—"

"You cannot say for sure that he is not!"

"I'm sorry, which one of us has a cat?"

"You're not special, Eddie. Yzla has a cat as well—"

"I never said I was—"

"Guys can we please not fight—

"Stay out of this Jace!"

Jace let out a long suffering sigh from beside him and Harry couldn't help but think that just maybe his cousin didn't get paid enough for this.

“Here kitty, kitty, kitty—”

“Are you expecting the cat to answer you back?” Reza asked, looking at Eddie as if he had lost his mind.

Eddie ignored him and kept calling out for the cat, hoping they’d find it soon and relatively unharmed—while also trying very hard not to think of his and his mother’s own cats back home. He couldn’t stand to think of them scared and all alone, and possibly hurt or worse. It hurt too much.

He hoped Gil wouldn’t even notice Patchy was gone. At least until they found him. He had enough to worry about without adding this on top of it.

“Here kitty, kitty, kitty! Come out, come out, come out wherever you are!”

Harry rested his chin on his fist from where he sat atop a rock. Eyes cold and calculating as they scanned the area around them for clues.

Jace could practically hear the gears turning inside his head.

He wondered if it would be inappropriate to make a joke about being happy that his cousin was actually using his brain for once instead of just throwing himself head first into their investigation before deciding against it.

They couldn’t giggle (or fight): They were at a crime scene. Well, if the last place one saw a missing pet counted as a crime scene.

Either way, they were on a case. It wouldn’t be right to giggle when Gil was at home watching his sister—completely unaware that his beloved kitten had been lost by his best friend. Who was probably somewhere freaking out about the fact that said beloved kitten was probably, maybe dead.

Jace was torn away from his thoughts by a long, loud, tired sounding sigh that originated from his cousin. Who was now pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated at their lack of progress.

Like always.

“Now if I was a cat, where would I wander off to?”

Jace bit back a groan. Just knowing that they were most certainly gonna require a first aid kit when they got back to base because of whatever Harry was about to do.

"Hermie get down from there!" Yzla called out, cringing at the sheer height of the tree Hermie was in.

"Relax, 'Zla! I'll be fine. I'm an acrobat, remember?" Hermie replied, her voice airy. Head in the clouds and not a care in the world.

"Being an acrobat won't save you from a broken neck!"

"You worry too much!"

"Hermie, I'm not kidding–"

Yzla could hear the frantic thump, thump, thump of her heart as Hermie grew smaller and smaller in the air.

Was this what it felt like to have a heart attack?

"I'm fine—AHH!"

SNAP.

CRACK.

SNAP.

"HERMIE!"

Hermie plummeted to the ground, branches of the thin tree just barely slowing her descent in time for Yzla to sprint over and catch her.

The beating of her heart was almost deafening now.

Hermie gave her a sheepish look, holding up a very scared kitten. The exact kitten they'd been looking for.

"Found him!"

Yzla said nothing, giving her a death glare. Far from amused and still too terrified to be in a celebratory mood.

"I'm banned from field work for the foreseeable future again, aren't I?"

Yzla nodded as she slowly began the track back to their base. Still carrying Hermie and the kitten.

At least Hermie wouldn't be alone in her field work ban, since knowing Harry, he'd probably gotten hurt too and far worse than her.

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