Inappropriate Work Conduct:
Ravi had been working with you for months now, enjoying having a secondary lab assistant when Liv was helping Detective Babineaux. You rolled your shoulders, groaning as you bones ached. There had been a huge incident down at the bank earlier that morning, twelve hostages were killed and many more injured. You were sure the hospital felt just as swamped as you did.
Moving bodies around all day was exhausting, but this job was what you loved. You weren’t as keen on the people side of things, preferring to stick to yourself. Working in funeral directing wasn’t something you wanted, but something your parents pushed you into. Family tradition and what not, but when they passed, you moved onto something a little more tolerable. Now the only people you had to deal with where your lab partners and the cops. Which, other than Clive, none seemed to want to come down here.
You didn’t mind it though. It meant more quiet time. You must have zoned out, with your hands in someone chest cavity, because Ravi was calling your name.
“Hello! Earth to Y/N” he waved a hand in front of your face.
You came back to, to see your best friend waving at you.
“Where you even listening to me?”
“What’s gotten into you lately. I know you don’t talk much, but listening ears are your strong suit.”
You rolled your eyes at the statement. Was that meant to be a compliment?
“Yeah, sorry, just thinking.”
“Clearly, I thought I saw smoke over here.”
Another one of his jokes. You’d grown used to them, not finding them as annoying as you once did.
“What are you, a teenage girl?”
“That’s because she actually is a a teenage girl, did you see how giddy she was when she left today? Weird.”
He gave you his best puppy dog eyes, and you caved as always.
“I was thinking about a boy, ok? Happy?”
“Very.” He smirked, leaning in.
You groaned at his childishness.
“You’re not getting any details.”
“Oh come on, we’re friends.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it. No talking boys on the job Chakrabarti! Now can you get back to dissecting John Doe over there, he’s not gonna do it himself and I don’t want to be here until 3am.”
It was his turn to roll his eyes. I sighed heavily.
“Look, there’s not much to tell ok. We met last night at the club-“
“I do have a life outside of work, you know that right?”
“I know but I was expecting library, not dank building full of writhing bodies.”
“We’ll you’re not wrong on the first part, but my sister was in town, she dragged me out for her birthday, before leaving this morning. God I don’t know how she got up that early for a flight when she was out all night.”
“You’re sister was in town?”
“Ravi! I will cut off your gossiping privileges I swear to god. Never call my sister hot again.”
“What?!? If she looks anything like you-“
“I am going to stab you.” You picked up a scalpel from the table. “I can make it look like an accident”
He held up his hands in defeat.
“Ok ok, your sister is off limits, got it. Now continue.”
“I don’t know, he bought me a few drinks, we danced, snogged a little. Nothing fancy, but for some reason I can’t get him off my mind.”
“Awwww somebodies in love!”
“Says the person daydreaming about a guy, while another man’s heart is literally in your hands.”
You looked down to see you were indeed holding the aforementioned organ. When did you remove it? Must have gone back into auto pilot.
“Eww, Ravi why must you be like this?”
You threw a pair of pliers in his direction. Consciously choosing the tool that would hurt the least, at least you tried to aim away from him. You did have good aim. You were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
“Hello Detective, how can we help?” Ravi greeted.
You looked down at you feet, awkwardly shuffling around the table. You weren’t trying to be rude, but the Detective had an intense personality. His aura was all consuming, like that one friend of Liv and Ravi’s, Major. And you wouldn’t even get started on Peyton, she scared you beyond belief. But most strong women did, you couldn’t help it, she was pretty and it made your brain stupid. You hoped you weren’t making him feel awkward, it was nothing personal. You just only made eye contact with a select few, and even then it was pretty much limited to when Ravi wanted something from you.
“Any updates on the bodies?”
He always sounded so stiff and uncomfortable when he came down here. It kinda make you laugh, which apparently you were so out fo it today that you’d actually laughed out loud. All eyes in the room where on you.
“Sorry, thought of a joke.” You lied.
Big mistake, cause now Ravi wouldn’t drop it. It seemed even the Detective was anxious to hear why you’d interrupted him. You just wanted the two men to stop looking.
“What do you get when you cross a morgue and a comedy club?”
Ravi waited in silent anticipation, and the detective raised a brow at you.
You emphasised the joke by lifting the pair of lung in your hands, before setting them on the table. Ravi chuckled a little, which made you feel better about your impromptue joke skills.
“Wasn’t aware you were such a comedian Miss Y/N.”
“Sorry, continue.” You said.
“Nothing really special about any of the kills, average nine millimetre rounds. Except Jane doe over there had strangulation marks around her neck, and a bite mark post mortem.” Ravi explained.
You watched as he showed her to the detective. You kinda felt bad. What kind of person strangles a woman, shoots her in the head and then bites her neck? A phone rang and the detective looked annoyed, picking it yup.
“Hello? Yeah… he’s right here… really? Alright, be there in a second.” He sighed.
You raised a brow at Ravi, that the detective didn’t see.
“Liv is requesting you, crazy psychic stuff.”
You’d forgotten about that. Was Olivia really a psychic? It was she just good at reading people and wanted an excuse to leave the stuffy lab. You wanted any excuse to stay down here.
“You’ll be ok by yourself?“ Ravi asked, genuinely sounding bad about leaving you with all the work.
You nodded toward the staircase, letting him know it was ok. He came over and gave you a hug goodbye, something you should be used to by now, but you still stiffened at the touch.
“Maybe you can tell your joke again, I’m sure they’ll appreciate it.” Clive spoke, gesturing to the bodies splayed all over your workspace.
You were grateful when they left, finally having the morgue all to yourself. But that didn’t last long. After about half an hour of working, there was a knock at the end of the stairs, a curtesy knock at best. You didn’t bother to look up, humming in a “can I help you?” tone. The person seemed to understand your gesture.
“Sorry, was just wondering when the pretty lady who works down here, had some free time.”
You recognised the voice instantly. You head shot up as you looked at the guy from last night. You squinted your eyes at him, you hadn’t told him where you worked. You hid a scalpel in your back pocket, just in case. You walked over to the sink, taking off your gloves and scrubbing your arms clean. He seemed to make himself comfortable as he leaned against the desk in the corner.
“What can I do for you?” You asked, putting on your best professional voice.
“Oh come on, not even a blush at my compliment? You seemed to like them last night.” You hated that stupid smirk on his face, god was he handsome.
“Contextualise it.” You deadpanned.
He spread his lips in a tight line.
“What are you doing here?” You asked, suspiciously.
“We’ll I was looking for a short blonde, dead in the eyes, annoyingly chipper… you know her?”
It clicked, he was here for Liv, not you. You sighed, loosening your grip on the “weapon”
“She out with Ravi and the Detective, you just missed them.”
He fidgeted with some stuff on Ravi’s desk.
“Need me to leave a message?”
You raised a brow when he made no attempt to leave. You shrugged it off and went back to work.
He watched from the desk as you easily dismembered the next body. He had to admit, you looked really nice in your lab gear, sawing into some girls chest. Everything you did looked effortless, like you were in your element. He licked his lips hungrily, getting up from the desk. You watched as he got closer, turning off the saw and lifting your goggles.
Without skipping a beat, this idiot attempted to flirt with you on the job.
“So, my love life has been as dead as this poor guy. Feel like opening up the casket and resurrecting it?”
You eyes widened, and you let out a snort, quickly devolving into a little chuckle. He found it utterly adorable.
“You did not just- I don’t even remember your name Blondie.” You giggled.
“Blaine, but you can call me yours.” He attempted.
You laughed once again, taking off your gear once more, not wanting to continue this conversation covered in some girls blood. Not that he would mind, he found it quite hot actually.
“Nice one Casanova.” You jeered.
“Oh come on, you find me charming.”
“We’re you this cocky last night?” You questioned, looking back as you scrubbed yourself clean once more.
“I’m only as cocky as you want me to be.”
You rolled your eyes, making your way over to him. You maintained eye contact, which surprised even you. You weren’t normally this bold.
“And you presume to know what it is that I want?”
It was his turn to chuckle, who talked like that in this day and age. You were much more eloquent when you weren’t drunk. But he was glad you didn’t seem to be Ignoring his advances. You were different from the other girls he flirted with, in fact, he didn’t want to be flirting with anyone else right now. You’d been on his mind all night.
“I’m hardly presumable.” He mocked your tone.
You placed a hand on his chest, attempting to push him toward the stairs.
“Not that this little spat wasn’t fun, mate, but as you can see, there’s lots of work to be done. I can’t have you distracting me.”
“So I’m distracting?” He questioned.
“Tell me you’ll let me take you out, and I’ll leave!” He declared.
“What is this? A hostage situation!” You joked.
“You’d make a cute hostage.”
Creepy, but you saw where his attempt was.
“Then poor Jane Doe over there is gonna have to wait, cause I’m a rather good distraction.” He grinned.
“And where would you take me?“
You walked over to your own desk, taking down your hair to readjust it.
“Anywhere? How romantic? This how you bag all the girls?”
“I can’t tell if you’re making fun of me, or just really good at making insensitive jokes.” He pointed to the three body bags in the corner of the room.
“Both?” You laughed. “What can I say, my humours a crowd killer.”
He laughed at that, a sound you wanted so desperately to hear again.
He came over to your desk, standing over you. He was quite a bit taller, and you felt small under his gaze.
“The worlds yours, where do you want to go?”
You thought for a moment.
“Honestly, I just want to go home.”
“Trying to get me in bed are we?”
You playfully slapped his chest.
“No, just not a fan of outings. We wouldn’t have met if it wasn’t my sisters birthday.”
“We’ll tell her I say thank you.”
“I never said that was a good thing.” You joked.
“Ouch!” He placed a hand over his heart.
“I could cook.” You suggested.
“I’m asking you out, and you want to cook me a home cooked meal? You you say I’m the romantic.”
You could tell there was something off about that statement. Most men would be happy about free food.
“Not of fan of that idea?”
“No no, It’s good. I just have a strict diet. Wouldn’t want to make you do that extra work. How about a movie instead?”
“It wouldn’t be a big deal, but sure, I like movies.”
“And what would we watch?” He asked, tilting your chin up to make him look at you.
You could get lost on his eyes for hours. Which is why you weren’t a fan of eye contact. It was making you squirm, which you were sure is exactly what he wanted. It had been so long since you’d even had a crush on someone, let alone been with anyone. What was it, premed school… yikes. No wonder you were down bad for the first man to shamelessly throw himself at you.
“Texas Chainsaw Massacre!” You declared.
Far happier about that statement than you expected. It was always your habit, trying to scare away people who weren’t worth your time. Normally boys left the second they found out what your job was. But he he was, flirting you up at work.
Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed his face and pulled him in for a hungry kiss. Finally breaking the thick tension in the room. He kissed back feverishly. You walked backwards, pushing him up against Ravi’s desk. Something fell, but you’d replace whatever it was later. He fiddled with your lab coat, pulling it off, and you attempted to unbutton his shirt. But you two were hit off but someone clearing their throat once more. Much to his displeasure.
You pulled back, running a hand through your hair as you looked to see Liv, Ravi and Clive standing there. Blaine smirked at them, sending a wink to Liv.
“What the hell are you doing, get away from her!” Ravi shouted.
“Sorry, may have gotten a little carried away there, that was my fault.” You apologised, straightening yourself out.
“Guys this is Blaine, guy from the club.”
He raised a brow at that statement, chuckling under his breath. Was that all he was, some guy from the club.
“We know who he is.” Liv spat bitterly, “and you’re going to stay far, far away from her.” She looked to him.
Where was this coming from. He seemed like a decent guy, why were the suddenly acting live over protective parents? Sure you were the youngest, but this was excessive.
“No can do Liverooni, we have a date.” He said proudly. “It would be rude of me to cancel”
“Yeah he’s not cancelling. It was inappropriate for me to, Ummm, kiss him at work, but that doesn’t mean it ok for you to voice your opinions on who I date.”
Clive had to give you that much. He himself didn’t quite know why the two hated this man. But he knew he must have been no good if that was the case. Liv and Ravi didn’t hate anyone, let alone together.
“He’s going to hurt you.” Liv said.
“And maybe it’s my prerogative to get hurt? Who are you to decide if that’s worth it to me? Besides, I respectfully disagree.”
You walked over to the desk, scribbling your number on a piece of paper and shoving it in his chest. You pointed to the stairwell.
“I think you should leave, thank for the visit.”
He grinned down at you, seeing how quickly you shifted from fierce, to shy again.
“See you later Killer.” He joked, referencing your love for horror movies.
Each of your coworkers raised a brow at that. Liv opened her mouth to say something else but you cut her off.
“You’ve said enough, I’ve got work to do” you said exasperated.
Clive excused himself from to the group, following the sketchy man out the door.
“We don’t talk about boys at work?” Ravi joked.
At least he was trying. But what was the deal with Blaine? What was so bad about him that both your best friends despised him?
An: nobody asked for this lol, but I’m back on zombie Brain rot 😈
