Lost and Found | Lydia & Robin
Two hours later than she’d agreed to meet Robin, Lydia found herself stood by the front door of her apartment, looking rather...disheveled. She was still dressed in her work attire and there were strands of her hair that fell out of her ponytail, and she looked... tired. Like she hadn’t slept all night - which wasn’t true. Honestly? She was ready to fall asleep at any given moment. They were meant to be going out to who knows where? It was Robin’s idea, for Valentines Day... Lydia was never a fan of Valentines Day, thought it was a con for businesses to milk money out of people for overpriced, expensive chocolates. Or any other materialistic objects for that matter. Plus, she firmly believed that you should show that you care and appreciate someone all the time, not one day a year. But she agreed anyway because why not? It could be fun. As always though, work got in her way and complicated things. Even more complicated? She discovered links to Robin. Links in the form of an old missing person’s ad with an uncanny resemblance to what looked like a younger version of her Robin, discovered in the hands of a dead person who was now locked away in the location of her work place.
Since then? The rest of the day had been a whirlwind. Trying to get a grip on what happened, trying to find a possible link between her deceased patient and Robin -- why her face was staring back at her, on a missing person’s ad. And whether she knew the victim. Lydia’s instinct was that she didn’t. But there was a hell of a lot of questions burning in her mind, and the only way to try and find them, whilst also trying to break some news to her friend, because clearly they were looking for her for a reason. Either way, she couldn’t let it slide. The reason she was so late was because she stalled at work. If she left work with evidence? She’d be kissing goodbye to everything she worked for. She tried to stall from investigating further into the piece of paper further by suggesting they let her deal with it. Lydia’s primary role was a pathologist, dealing with circumstances pertaining cause of death, but she also was pretty good with the other forensic fields and would help where necessary. They seemed to have none of it which only frustrated her. Therefore, it meant that she had to be the last person at work. So, she did everything she possibly could; focus on other cases, considering and attempting to prove various theories, and so on forth. Until the last person left in the building was her. Being the workaholic she was, it was not unusual for her to be the last one working. But this time it was imperative to ensure she could get away with this. She wasn’t stealing evidence. She was merely... borrowing it? She would return it after. Lydia just needed to talk to Robin first. At least then her friend can prepare herself for whatever may be in store.
When the door finally opened, Lydia sucked in a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for this. “I’m sorry I’m late,” She apologised immediately, forcing a smile. “Work got... hectic. I did send a message... I think. Unless it’s still in my drafts,” She said, furrowing her brow as she wondered whether she had gotten around to it. She could have sworn she did. Stepping into the other woman’s apartment, she couldn’t keep herself still, fidgeting as she stood there, shifting her weight from one foot to another. “Listen, Robin...” Might as well cut to the chase, right? “We need to talk.”
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