mitochondriaaya | (no subject)

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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From:

sliceitwithwind

"...Aya. I'm the only one of my kind in the world and I grew up in a town with less than a thousand people. The only reason that there aren't a half million biographies on me is because my home town is crazy protective of me and Braig."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"So it's a very private story in a small town." She laughed and set her plate with remaining chicken bits on the floor for Cat. Inwardly though she was relieved there were people protecting the boys, Dilan in particular. It was nice! "Would they mind if I stopped by some time? To see where you grew up?"

From:

sliceitwithwind

"You'll get more out of it if you go back when I do this summer." Dilan said, "Lots of women go down there trying to get stories on us by pretending to be girlfriends, so nobody talks to anyone they haven't seen with one of us." He tugged her over so that she was resting on his shoulder, "I'd like to show you my home."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Hmmm, next summer? Since we're in hiding for the rest of August here and into September?" She rested her head on his shoulder and stifled a yawn. "And I have the urge to kick them. All of them. They shouldn't pretend to be a girlfriend."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Sounds good to me." Dilan said, "Want me to cart you up to bed? And sure, feel free. Or arrest them for false representation?"

From:

mitochondriaaya

"If you cart me up to bed I lose Dilan cuddles time. Cuddle here for a few more minutes, then I'll go to bed and you can prowl around, planning your lab?" She nuzzled his neck and grinned. "Or I can curl here and watch you prowl around like Cat." The mental image was amusing?

"Kicking is much more effective. I don't have enough evidence for an arrest, plus it's outside my jurisdiction!"

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Well, I need to put the rest of the food away, and then unpack our bags, and I can putter around for a while before I plan the new lab." Not that he made a movement to, you know. Move.

From:

mitochondriaaya

"I can unpack my own bags, I promise!" After her nap she totally would! "So you've seen the initial few rooms. Any ideas? Are we losing the fridge in the kitchen to science?" She liked listening to his ideas! Plus it meant she had more time to ooze into his lap, her bad leg still up on a pillow.

From:

sliceitwithwind

"You can rest, woman, and let me do my thing." What? Sheesh. "Yes. We're going to have to get a mini-fridge or something, probably. Or I could get a mini-fridge for the lab. Either could work. A couple of burners will help, too."

From:

mitochondriaaya

She hated being dead weight! SHE DID! "Yes sir..." Sulk. "There may already be a mini downstairs? Sometimes there is, if multiple people are in a safe house. And maybe a little stove too."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Ooo. That would be so helpful. I'll check after you're napping."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"And failing that we can go to a store and get what you need. I'll even use a cane." Or an electric cart in the store. "I think I saw a Lowes nearby too, if you need to set up plastic curtains and such for clean zones?"

From:

sliceitwithwind

"No, you can stay here for at least a day and sleep." Dilan argued, "Because you need to rest or your doctor will kill me."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"...I don't think my doctor could take you in a fight." JUST SAYING! Plus humor kept her from an annoyed growl. Instead she was going to cuddle because that was why they were here on the couch.

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Never anger doctors. They come at you with syringes." Dilan said with amusement, "Still. I promised to keep you resting. Otherwise you'd still be in the hospital."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"I half expect you to be syringe proof. You're super Dilan." She giggled, and yes, even she realized she was a little punch drunk by now. She blamed the tired creeping up on her. "I know. I'm a terrible patient."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"No, I'm just Dilan." He stroked her hair, "I know you are, sweetie. Let me get you to bed, okay? As long as you try your best to rest I won't let you get too bored. I even brought some non-classified files for you to look through."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"I like just Dilan. He's hot and brilliant." She sat up for a kiss then draped her arms over his shoulders. "Alright, I'll go to bed dear. I think there's crossword puzzles here to, there usually are. I won't go too stir crazy and climb out a window or anything."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"If you do, I will drag you back and bungie-cord you to the bed." He totally would. He stood and picked her up to take her to the bedroom, "Thank you for resting. I'll put the files near the bed, okay?"

From:

mitochondriaaya

"That is the least kinkiest way you could have suggested that scenario." Just saying. And for the record she believed him. She did not want to end up a bungie cord cocoon if he got OCD about it too. "I'll look them over when I get up."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Yes, yes it is. On purpose." Dilan agreed, "No kinky things when my girlfriend is broken and battered."

He found the bedroom and set her on the bed, prying her shoes off, "Sleep well, dear heart. I'll be back in a moment with our bags."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"I'm not as bad as they thought! Only a bit cracked!" She kissed his ear since it was what she could reach before he was setting her down then snuggled into the bed. Ah, standard detergent smell...and the smell of storage closet Cedar maybe? It was still nice and bed-like.

"Thank you love."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"You're going to sleep." Dilan informed her, "Thank you." he disappeared for a few moments, then came back with their bags to start puttering around getting them settled while Aya starts to sleep.

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Yes dear, I'm going to sleep." She even remembered to stuff a pillow under her leg before pulling the blankets up. The puttering was nice. It was normal sounding and non-hospital like enough that she drifted off rather quickly.