fjafkldjflkasf omg Bro you went to bed before i remembered thiissss!
okay so, RussianShock. darcy should have like a college reunion coming up this year, or high school. i did the math before but i've forgotten it. (i'll do it again later) but anyways. that should be coming up soon and darcy would just be like "jakdlfjalfsg OMG i have this fuckin awesome life and partners and junk BUT I CAN'T TELL ANYONE ABOUT IIIIITTTT MOTHER-!@#$" and just generally be a wee bit put out because damnit you're awesome and i want to brag.
and maybe they go with her and shes just a little smug because hehehehe i've got two SMOKIN ppl on my arms. or just one if nat or bucky decides to go. and yeah, that was my idea. i'm sure is more but--
OH
maybe this is when the RR naps her!! right under their fucking noses. oh that would piss them off so bad.
The bodies weren't piling up, certainly, but...no headway was being made in regards to who was doing it. And it wasn't the typical line of murder victims (or what Ned had come to think of typical murder victims - prostitutes, the downtrodden, heiresses, wronged lovers). It was suburban moms. The findings were few and far between, but the police were so concerned by now they opened the investigation to bounty hunters and private investigators. For the largest amount of money Emerson and the piemaker had encountered yet. Emerson had been hovering, helicoptering, from a safe distance, very quietly, metaphorically gazing over shoulders, giving suspicious glances and, quite literally, keeping in touch with old contacts.
Ned almost couldn't keep up with his regular duties at the Pie Hole with all of Emerson's calls and impromptu meetings. Just as he was closing, mopping up, breathing that final sigh of relief that meant he was done for the day and he could embrace the wonders of a good night's sleep.
The Pie Hole's phone rang.
Its trill couldn't have been more unwelcome. Ned rolled his eyes. Let the machine get it...
After the tone, Ned was greeted with a loud, irate voice that boomed and almost blew out the speaker of the answering machine. Ned took a comically long stride, letting his mop fall to the floor in a puddle of soapy water. He picked up the receiver, wrapping the cord around his fingers.
Well, he had a mission. A super special one - the most recent crime scene, just over state lines. Emerson had managed to pull some very, very powerful strings. No one was going to be there - no state authorities. Just a few hours' drive away.
"Why can't you go? Or at least go with me?"
"I got too damn much goin' on! You gotta do your share, piemaker!"
And that was the end of that call. Ned sighed and hung up the phone. It was very late. He pulled on his coat and tie - his unofficial detecting garb, and got into the car, settling in for a long ride.
Caution tape lined the windows and doors, broken glass still strewn about. The body had been moved by now, of course, but Emerson's instructions had been very clear: Ned was to observe, detect, catalog, and note everything he possibly could. The disappearances and killings were going to be stopped and Ned didn't quite have access to this morgue just yet.
He parked a discreet distance away and tried to be as invisible as possible. The piemaker picked and gingerly-stepped his way through the crime scene, looking at everything, taking it in, disturbing nothing.
His head snapped to one direction, the light of the flashlight following soon after. Had that been...was someone there? He could have sworn he heard a footstep over something hard - glass shards, perhaps.
"H-hello...?"
Maybe it was just his imagination...
Nonetheless, Ned found that his coat did nothing to shut out the chill that ran down his neck.
favorite non-sexual activity: Watching old movies.
who uses all the hot water: darcy usually
most trivial thing they fight over: Where they are going out to eat.
who does most of the cleaning: Natasha
what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: Darcy
who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Natasha at Darcy’s urging. Cuz Nat can easily get the landlord to do her bidding.
who steals the blankets: Natasha
who leaves their stuff around: Darcy
who remembers to buy the milk: Darcy
who remembers anniversaries: Darcy
or
who cooks normally?: DARCY
how often do they fight?: Not very
what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Work, movies, shopping, whatever they’d do normally
nicknames for each other?: Nat, little lamb.
who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Natasha if its Per Se. otherwise its depends on who wanted to go out.
who steals the covers at night?: Natasha
what would they get each other for gifts?: Darcy would get Nat something that she would enjoy, a treat of sorts. And Nat would get Darcy something she could use, something Darcy likes, because she already has a bunch of trinkets. (not that she wouldn’t mind more)
who kissed who first?: Darcy
who made the first move?: happened at the same time
who remembers things?: Both
who started the relationship?: It just kinda happened
who cusses more?: Darcy
what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Take care of the other however they could. And if someone did something Darcy, Natasha would pay them a ‘visit’.
