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[mitochondriaaya]

The problem with being a good cop sometimes was that good cops made enemies. A lot of them, if they tried hard enough. And their team? Well, they'd sent a lot of people to jail. Hell, Aya got bonus enemies by working with the vice guys. There was really no telling, day to day, who had gotten out or who had violent friends on the outside...

It was a perfectly normal afternoon at the precinct. Sure, there'd been the usual influx of threatening letters, and someone had broken into Danny's car the week before but really, that was nothing to worry about. They even got off at a decent hour, six o'clock and Aya was following Danny down the precinct steps.

Nope, normal day in mid-June. The only abnormal thing about it was the '93 Chevie Caprice that turned a corner gunned up to double the speed limit as they were crossing the street. Aya had never liked Chevies. It was all so damn fast, neither one one of them really had time to think...only react. Aya was throwing Danny clear, back at the concrete steps, about the time she felt the bumper crack her knee.

Couldn't think about that. Rolling was a good idea right?

Well, she lived.

The medics told her she was as she came to in the hospital. Cracked knee, hip dislocation, several cracked ribs and a glorious concussion. Well, that was fun. Danny was fit to burst with anger, that weird vein throbbing in his temple. Hell, half the words about throwing old men around and playing tag with speeding cars were going right over her little pain killer hazed head. She waited for a halt in the tirade before she interjected "...so...m'not goin to dinner tonight?"

That made Danny blink. Then the yelling started again at a higher volume. The uniform guarding the door was working real hard to pretend he didn't hear the yelling.

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[sliceitwithwind]

"Hmmm. If I rewire the refrigerator..." Dilan zoned out into technical thoughts about how to turn the refrigerator into a lab quality one.

[mitochondriaaya]

"...it has to be safe to hand over later dear." Just saying. "And still only use enough power that the force can afford to keep the lights on."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Mmmm." he waved one hand in a vague circle, "I can lower the electricity usage after I hit a hardware store."

[mitochondriaaya]

"I"ll call the chief at some point, let him know about the upgrade." Wait, he probably wouldn't stop with just a fridge would he? "Upgrades."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Thanks, sweetie." Dilan said, followed by the potentially ominous; "I wonder if there's a basement. I could do a lot with a basement."

[mitochondriaaya]

"It's possible. What would you do with a basement?" HE HAD HER FULL ATTENTION. "Would I be afraid of the basement?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Not as long as you kept your dressing covered." he mumbled, "Might be able to (technomagibabble)..."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Dear, if an open wound could be a problem, it probable isn't safe to hand over to the next people that need to hide." Calm, rational voice now!

[sliceitwithwind]

"It'll be fine by the time I'm gone." Dilan said with a blink over his shoulder at her, "But I could get some work done!"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yeah, see, reassuring you're not right now." She reached forward to poke his shoulder. "But if you can refit the basement so you don't go crazy, I say go for it?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I can." Dilan said, "Although, honestly, I'm already crazy."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yes, but I love the current crazy. Unoccupied crazy may be far less attractive and I don't want to risk it."

[sliceitwithwind]

"...Also, that many cleaning chemicals wouldn't be good for either of us."

A pause, then,

"Kid, you're running over the speed limit."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Agreed. Also? Injured back here without proper seat belting!"

The driver flushed and slowed down. "Sorry...thought we had a tail." Totally a tail. Um. Help?

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan's deep, rolling laugh filled the car, and then he settled into quiet for the rest of the ride.

[mitochondriaaya]

Hmmm, that was normal enough to make her smile and relax back against Cat's carrier properly. Yep, dozing until they got there! It was...a quiet neighborhood with bog, fenced yards and one story homes, so, probably basements so there was more room for the families that the yards implied.

The rookie, in street clothes, hopped out to open a door for Aya, then eyed Dilan. "Who might recognize you? Should we...put a hat on you?"

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan eyed the rookie back and said, "Don't worry about it. I have green contacts and a base makeup to darken my skin to full-blood colour. I can also pull off a Katzu accent. We're going to be vacationers."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Ah..." Okay, he had planned better than the rookie! "Good. Can you put it ion in the car? Um, or shuffle inside under bags? Don't want neighbors getting a good look at you is all...I can carry Aya I guess? She...fell asleep in the car?" FOR THE COVER STORY!

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan sighed a bit, "Aya, here. Temporary wig, I've got dye for you once we get in. For me, for the moment...well." he took his hair down and shrugged on a hoodie, "I'll carry her in. If we're kissing, nobody will notice anything other than exotic dude kissing a woman."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Oh...OH! Right." Rookie was going to stare at his feet for a bit then...decide to move luggage from the trunk. Yep.

Aya tucked her short hair under the wig, wrinkled her nose, and sighed. "Donated by Vice I take it? If I wiggle out a bit you can scoop me up and I can keep Cat's carrier in my lap..." Which would further obstruct vision! "I admit my knee aches bit now, and ribs. I blame the car ride. It's harder on a body than a hospital bed I guess..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Works for me." Dilan said, hefting her in his arms and letting her put Cat in her lap before walking towards the house with one eye on the path and the rest of his attention on the beautiful woman in his arms. "I'll give you a massage once we're settled and fed, okay?"

[mitochondriaaya]

She kicked her feet a little, like a delighted young woman (though, well, wince) then craned her neck upward to kiss him properly. She did not care if this was for show, Dilan needed proper kisses! "Mmm, food and massage. I'm going to be spoiled. Between bouts anyway, so we don't drive each other nuts..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Mmmm." Dilan agreed, nudging the door open after getting the knob to turn, then setting her down on a couch. "Let me see what I can feed you right now. Before you leave the house, though, we've got hair dye, a compression shirt, ear-tips, and contacts for you."

A pause.

"Braig and I did some theatre in college."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Foooood.." she moaned, a sound joined by her rumbling stomach. She was content to let Cat out of her carrier though and sprawl on the couch for now. Was she watching Dilan was proprietary pride? Why yes, yes she was.

She winced at the compression shirt thing though. Ugh. "What didn't you two do in college?"

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan pretended to think about it for a moment as he grabbed a bag of apples and a thing of lunch meat from the 'fridge and handed it to her, then said; "Sleep. We didn't really sleep." His laugh at himself trailed behind him as he headed back into the kitchen to begin making real food.

Cat began nosing around the living room, but kept either Aya or Dilan in her sight at all times. She just wasn't the most curious or brave of cats, really, and it was much more important that she knew where her people were.