(I’m just gonna keep on waiting) Underneath the Mistletoe
Cross posted on ao3
Summary: In which Lucy hangs some mistletoe with the hopes of kissing her dream girl, and Alfendi pretends not to help her.
Relationships: Lucy Baker/Katrielle Layton
Rating: General Audiences (I think there’s one curse word but not like a super bad one)
A/N: Guys I wrote this at four in the morning on December 23rd so I could make some quick edits and get it out on Christmas so my deepest apologies for the incohesive and slightly out-of-character writing. I know it's not the best but I really wanted to get this out while Christmas was still here! My school didn't get out until December 22nd (!!! I'm angery !!!) so I have had uuhhh zero time to write this idea which has been bouncing around my head for the whole month. Anyway hope you enjoy!
Happy holidays!!!
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If anyone asked, he would swear he tried to discourage her.
Technically, he did. But alas, there was no stopping Lucy when she got it in her head that the Mystery Room should feature mistletoe for the duration of December.
She already had the stepladder out to hang it in the doorframe when he walked into work on the second day of the month.
“Oh, hey, Prof! Look at this,” Lucy said. She waved a bunch of mistletoe around. “Some bloke on the street was selling it. Isn’t it a perfect decoration?”
“Sorry, Baker, but the Mystery Room is a strictly mistletoe-free zone,” Alfendi replied. Lucy made some sort of sputtering noise in protest. She opened her mouth to speak, but Alfendi put up a finger.
“Before you say anything,” he said, “Let me explain. Reason one: we really have enough decorations.” At this he pointed to the rather obtrusive plastic tree on Lucy’s desk.
“Reason two,” he continued. “Life is awkward enough without the possibility of being caught under mistletoe with your coworkers. And finally, reason three: last time I tried hanging mistletoe in here, there were some really scarring experiences for everyone involved.”
“Oh.” Lucy took her foot off of the stepladder. “But… it really completes the decorations! And we can make new memories with it!” She gestured to the generous amounts of tinsel and lights strung around almost every object in the room. “Look how well it would go with my tree!”
At that moment, Alfendi realized what Lucy’s true motive was. Or at least suspected. At the time he was about 93.7 percent sure that Lucy wanted to get caught with Katrielle under the mistletoe.
Contrary to Katrielle’s belief, he knew it wasn’t just platonic interest when she asked him for Lucy’s mobile number. Or when they went to dinner together- without him as a middleman. Nonetheless, both women denied that anything was going on whenever he broached the subject.
“You know what? Let’s do it,” he said. Would it be so bad to help a friend out? “What’s the worst that can happen?”
Lucy jumped right back on the stepladder. “Thanks, Prof! This will be the best December ever!”
In the end, the mistletoe really caused more problems than he expected. Cut to December 10th. Over a week had passed without any mistletoe incidents, though it had hung over every person to pass through the Mystery Room door.
He supposed he had been in a bit of a rush that morning. He overslept, his own coffee machine was broken, the local coffee shop was crowded, and to top it all off, traffic was hell.
So when Alfendi ran into the Mystery Room that morning, he didn’t realize Lucy was crossing the threshold at the same time he was.
The two hit each other and stumbled to the floor. Alfendi sat up, and saw that Lucy was just laying facedown on the floor.
“Lucy? Are you alright?” he asked. “Uh, sorry- here.” He stood and offered her his hand. Lucy looked up at him. Her eyes were bright with mischief. She took his hand and planted a kiss on the palm.
He raised his eyebrows. “Why, Lucy. I hardly think-”
“Look, Prof!” She quickly stood up before he could say anything more. “Mistletoe, remember?”
“...Ah.”
“Nothing like that, silly. You miss your alarm this morning too?”
And the day continued. That was the first time the mistletoe had caused a problem, albeit a minor one, but it wasn’t to be the last.
The next mishap happened only two days later. Alfendi was showing Emiliana Perfetti from her division to his own in preparation for a case they would be collaborating on. Emiliana was a rather fast walker for her height, and he struggled to keep up as she breezed through the halls. He managed to get through the door at the same time she did, not realizing his mistake.
“Caught you!” said Lucy from her desk. She crossed her arms. “Another person at last!”
“What?” Emiliana said, in that disturbingly calm voice of hers. “I don’t understa- oh.” Her gaze followed Alfendi’s to the mistletoe above them. “Ms. Baker, if you think I’m going to go along with your scheme, I am afraid that you’re sorely mistaken.”
Alfendi took her hand. “Don’t worry, Perfetti. It’s nothing personal. If I may?”
She nodded reluctantly. “If only because you have been competent so far on this case of ours… And I suppose I could do with a bit of Christmas spirit.”
Alfendi ducked down to quickly peck the back of her hand. “There. Now, Lucy, if you’ll allow us to work..”
He thought that was that. The first true bout of awkwardness the mistletoe had caused was over, and hopefully no more would occur. He was proven wrong, however, when the very person Lucy was hoping for came through the door two hours later with her assistant.
“Hey, Al!” Katrielle said. “Why are you looking at me and Ernest like that? You’re sort of… glaring above our heads?”
“I would suggest that you both look up.” Oh, this was bad. Bad for Lucy, anyway. Maybe good for that assistant of Kat’s. At least Lucy was out on business at that moment.
Katrielle and Ernest looked up at the same time. Katrielle grinned and kissed Ernest on the cheek before he could comprehend what was happening.
“Oh… Miss Layton…” Ernest said as a blush rose to his cheeks. He looked oddly similar to a tomato in that moment, Alfendi thought.
He directed his glare at his sister. In the space of a few seconds, they had a silent exchange.
Alfendi twisted his face into an expression that inexplicably said “Stop leading him on.”
Now Katrielled raised her own eyebrows. “I’m really not,” the face said.
“Oh, really? What about the fact that you’re very much not interested in men, yet just kissed the one hopelessly in love with you?” was the silent reply. Or something along those lines. It was a difficult thing to convey without words, but Katrielle got the message.
She looked away. Now she was blushing.
“Anyway,” Alfendi said with a pointed look at Katrielle, “What’re you here for?”
“Um, a- a c-c-ase,” Katrielle stuttered. “Definitely not a specific person or anything! Nope! Just a detective and her trusty very platonic assistant!”
“Alright, fill me in.”
In retrospect, maybe Alfendi shouldn’t have let his little sister off the hook so easily. Maybe he should’ve called her later to get her to confess her feelings. But he figured it was for her and Ernest and Lucy to work out, not him.
The next time it happened was the 21st day of December.
Lucy and Alfendi were working in silence, finishing up some paperwork that needed doing. The door creaked and Lucy looked up, presumably hoping to see Katrielle.
“Hi, Hilda,” she said. Alfendi looked up. Indeed, Hilda Pertinax stood in front of him, intimidating as ever.
“Ah, Ms. Pertinax. I’ve been expecting you,” he said.
“Alfendi Layton. Don’t tell me you forgot today was the solstice, you prick.” She was wearing her signature coat properly today, accompanied by what Alfendi assumed was a fashionable scarf wrapped around her neck. She looked almost like the angel on top of Lucy's tacky tree, golden hair floating around her shoulders.
“I resent that! I did not forget, thank you! Or did you not hear me say I’ve been expecting you?” Alfendi replied.
“Hmph. Oh, and Lucy. Merry Christmas, dear. Or whatever.” Hilda rooted around in her purse and drew out a gift card to a popular cafe chain. She gave it to Lucy.
“Thanks much, Hilda. You really didn’t have to do anything for me, y’know…” Lucy said. “What’s this about then?”
“Al and Justin and I have always celebrated the winter solstice together. It became a tradition- one Al always forgets about, might I add- since our first year of uni. The snow was awful that year, no trains going anywhere, so we had to stay at school. And now, well, we get lunch and give each other cheap gifts,” Hilda said.
“I actually spent more than ten pounds on your present this year, so mine better be good. Anyway, the lunch hour is ticking away, so let’s get out of here,” Alfendi said. He stood up and went to put on his coat. “Any interest in tagging along, Lucy?”
“Work awaits, as per th’ usual, Prof,” she replied.
“Alright, well, see you later.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Lucy twirled her pen in her fingers as Hilda and Alfendi started to leave. He really wasn’t expecting it when Lucy yelled “Wait!” It was an extremely loud yell- one she usually reserved for when she solved cases.
“Godamnit, Lucy!” he said. “What was that for?”
She silently pointed to the top of the doorway. The odd couple looked up.
“Of course,” Hilda said. “And here I thought you learned your lesson about mistletoe.”
“I have learned. It was Lucy’s idea,” Alfendi grumbled.
“Rules are rules, Prof,” Lucy said. “Two people end up under the mistletoe, they hafta kiss.”
Hilda put on a dry smile. “Shall we? For old times sake?”
“Hmph. Back when you thought you liked men and I thought I didn’t. Come here, then,” he said. And they kissed. Rather too passionately for friends, Lucy thought, but she supposed they did have a history. She watched as they walked away, both laughing as Alfendi tried to get Hilda’s lipstick off of his face.
After the solstice incident, Alfendi was genuinely worried that Lucy’s plan would never come to fruition. Every time Kat had come into their workplace that month had been a bad one, and he knew how much the two needed to resolve their obvious sexual tension.
Eventually, he took matters into his own hands and dialed up his sister.
“Alfendi, can this wait?” said Katrielle’s voice, tinny through his phone.
“I know you aren’t busy, shut it. You’re probably just waiting around for a case and playing with Sherl. Am I correct?”
“100 percent,” Kat sighed. “So what can I do for you?”
“I’m also 99 percent sure you won’t be doing anything at the time of the holiday party at the Yard tomorrow. Which you are expected to be at, as usual, and I also need you to be in my office ten minutes early. If you value your safety, don’t ask questions. Just be there,” Alfendi said.
“Al, I really don’t see why-”
“Nope! No questions!” he cut her off. “Be there. You’ll thank me later, I promise.” And Alfendi hung up.
The next day was Christmas Eve. Most of the Yard worked right up until or even on Christmas Day, so the party was always held the day before.
Fifteen minutes before, Alfendi set his trap.
“Lucy, would you do me a favor and stand under the mistletoe? It’s for a case. ‘The Merry Murderer,’ they’re calling it.”
“I s’pose?” Lucy did as he asked. She looked exceedingly confused.
“Thank you. Just… stay there. You’ll see.” Alfendi backed away slowly. He pretended to inspect the case file, being very careful not to look at the open door.
He didn’t have to pretend for long, though. Not five minutes later, Katrielle walked in and stopped next to Lucy.
“Oh! Kat! Good to- er- good to see you!” Lucy said, blushing.
“Alfendi, what is all this about? You better have a good reason for this! I’m actually on time for once.” Katrielle was unusually composed for someone wearing a hat with a puffball on it.
Alfendi turned around and tried to look surprised. “Oh, you’re here. Well. Kat. Kitty. Sister. Katrielle. Look up,” he said, smiling mischievously.
Lucy realized before Kat did. She turned a rather worrying shade of red, not unlike Ernest had.
“Prof! You didn’t- you couldn’t have-”
“Whatever you’re thinking, I didn’t do it. I really did need you there for a case,” Alfendi said, holding up the case file.
Kat glared at him. “You dirty-”
“Ah ah ah. Mistletoe first!”
Alfendi technically discouraged the kissing. He did avert his eyes when Lucy and Katrielle kissed, and shoved them out of the doorway, so if anyone asked, he had no idea what was happening while he was at the party.
And when he got a text from Katrielle the next morning with numerous heart emojis, he knew the mistletoe was probably worth all of the trouble it caused.
