Detective (ρ)artners

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    Angel was half-way through her second stack of jacks by the time Kate reached her. "Energy? Ha! I've always got energy!" she chuckled loudly as she stuffed a pancake in her mouth. She gulped down a glass of cold milk - as she had choked on her food again - and licked off the white mustache the drink formed on her upper lip. After wolfing down a few more pancakes, Angel let herself lean back on her chair, contently patting the small bulge underneath her rather skimpy night shirt. "I don't know how you do it with that crap-quality mix, but your pancakes are awesome!" she purred happily.




    She grabbed a hold of her partner's hand and looked at her with a playful glint in her eyes. "I wish you'd accept my proposal and be my wife already.....No one else ever cooks for me... or gets me out of bed with a stack of flapjacks." she pouted quite childishly. Of course, it was just a jest. Angel was fond of "proposing" for the most trivial things. She did it when Kate once washed her laundry for her, once when her partner bought a box of cookies for her, and even one time when Kate gave her a toy plushie from an arcade. Angel showed no shame everytime she said it, and though her way of doing it was odd, her proposals were always heartfelt thanks and praise for Kate's consideration.




    Angel never lived with anyone willing to live with her. Most of her past roommates(cellmates, since she lived in that horrible prison) avoided her like the plague and treated her like a monster. Not that she could blame them. It wasn't everyday a Conduit with the ability to use all kinds of powers came along. So the girl was appreciative of Kate's familiar and kind way of handling her. And she took every opportunity to show it.




    Upon the mentioning of a new case, Angel's eyes sparked with interest. "Ooh! I love those kind of cases! It's like the criminal's got a weird fetish or something! Let's do it!" she grinned.
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    "Well, y'know. It's not the tool, it's how you use it. I guess I have more than one super power, too." Kate replied with a giggle that died down and was replaced by the same momentarily puzzled expression she always got whenever Angel jokingly renewed her proposals. She wasn't quite able to place the feeling, it was like a knot and a chill and triggered by the light-hearted way her partner asked her to tie knot.
    Clasping the silver-haired girl's hand in hers, Kate offered a heartwarming smile. "You know I would, in a heartbeat. But I am still recovering from a divorce." She laughed.


    Kate had been married before during the early years of her detective career. The relationship had always been rocky and she never quite understood why she had ever agreed to getting married to the man that was now little more than just a bad memory. She doubted they ever had any real feelings for each other and many times considered that the relationship had advanced the way it had due to convenience rather than emotion. And when convenience was no longer a factor, they finally wised up to the peculiar scenario they had allowed themselves to slip into and decided to put an end to it.


    The recovery was rapid, but Kate's enjoyment of her single status was short-lived as she found herself thrown behind bars not too long afterwards. Looking at Angel now, she found it difficult to believe that they would both be imprisoned in the same place without a single idea of each other's existence. Kate had heard the stories, certainly. And she, like many others that night, had taken advantage of Angel's rampage to make an escape.
    But she felt as though they had been missing out on essential time together while incarcerated. And she felt like they had a lot of catching up to do still. With the threat of the laboratory off their backs for the time being, however, that should prove easy enough.


    "I thought you'd say that! Al's meeting us to deliver more intel, says it's especially sensitive info and then it's all up to us. But I have a feeling there's more to this one than meets the eye." Kate replied excitedly. She, too, enjoyed a good puzzle.
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    Her lips creased downwards to form a frown, her eyes softening as yet again her proposal was shot down. She had heard of Kate's divorce through the tidbits of info her partner was willing to give. It was confusing to Angel as she had quite a naive look on stuff such as romance. In her head, marriage was a testament to a couple's love and willingness to be together for the rest of their short lives. With such a big responsibility, she never thought any person would go through it only to end up breaking such important vows. Divorce was alien to her. It was a perplexing topic she knew little about.




    But she respected her partner's decision and simply nodded, allowing her smile to return with a zest. There was so much she had to learn. So much. Angel had lived most of her life confined in the laboratory and knew little to nothing about the social nuances of the world. She knew manipulation and deception, but struggled in casual small talk when she didn't need to pretend. She looked forward to learning with Kate and hopefully learning how to live her life without becoming the monster the scientists at the lab always hoped she'd become.




    Stuffing one last pancake in her mouth, the white-haired girl got up and walked back to her room. "I'll take a quick shower. Five minutes, tops! No peeking though." she laughed, sending a teasing wink at Kate as she began unbuttoning her night top. With a soft click of the lock, Angel disappeared behind the white of her bedroom door.
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