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Rheitz simply nodded, unsure off how she was going to fare sitting in a car with a gun she had no idea how to use. She slid down in her seat, trying to hide herself from view. Delilah pushed the car door, stepping out and sliding her gun back into its holster. "This plan better work Leore. I...

Delilah peered out the window only to draw her head back in quickly with a grunt. A bullet ricocheted off the car's exterior, denting the black paint and revealing the silvery body. Rheitz was also staring wide eyed out the window, cowering whenever a bullet scratched the surface of the glass...

Rheitz's eyes widened slightly, peering down and taking the shotgun out. She cocked the gun, pointing it at the windshield. "Heya Boss. I didn't know you kept a gun back here!" She pointed at the windshield playfully, as if she were about to shoot. Delilah, a little pissed with her earlier...

"Hey, we're with Central, let us through wouldya?" Delilah frowned when the cop gave them a blank look. Pushing herself a little out of the car, she gave the cop a frosty glare. "I said, we're with Central, let us through." Rheitz looked nervously at Lautrec, "Um. Boss? I think Detective...

Rheitz frowned. "So what are you suggesting Boss?" Delilah rolled her eyes, hands digging into her pockets. The ex-cop in her was jumping at the opportunity to fight, to protect the innocent from the fire of goons. She said nothing, only following the group to Lautrec's car, sliding into the...

Delilah glanced over her shoulder. "Unlike you, detective, I've always got something on me." She pulled her coat away, revealing a pistol at her hip. "And isn't this our job? To protect the lives of others? Forget solving the case, you've got people out there who we could be saving right now...

Delilah's amused expression wilted into a frown, "The damn reporters do what they like, how they like it. We were just as surprised as you." Rheitz frowned, "Why is it getting riled up?" Delilah ignored her question, pushing herself out of the booth and pulling on her coat. "We better solve...

Delilah snorted, "The past that actually happened, huh? What happened in that casino that you want to remember?" Rheitz sipped at her pop, playing with the straw. Catching sight of Aida, she waved her over, giving her a big grin.

Rheitz frowned, "Is that why Aida said it tasted sweet?" She clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide in embarrassment. "I meant, is that why I thought it was sweet?" Delilah gave Rheitz a look. "You let a vamp taste blood? Thankfully you didn't get the consequences of that." She puffed on her...

Delilah said nothing, simply taking the record back into her lap. "Thanks. I appreciate it," she managed to say softly, smiling at him. Rheitz could only gawk at the two detectives. What had happened that they were being so nice?! Normally, at this point, the detectives would have been hissing...

Rheitz laughed awkwardly, "Oh, okay. I was...concerned for a minute." Delilah's anger dissipated at his last statement, embarrassment flushing her face. Oh gods, he had been giving her a gift. She bit her lip, trying to avoid his pointed gaze. Rheitz had fallen silent in the back, the sound of...

Rheitz's eyes widened, blushing in embarrassment. "Oh," she muttered awkwardly, sitting back in her seat. She had definitely not been expecting that response. Delilah's mouth hung open, shock rapidly melting into rage. "You ungrateful bastard," she yelled, the sound exploding from her chest like...

Rheitz frowned, annoyed that the detectives were hiding something from her. "What happened last night? Detective Waters, don't be mean!" She pouted, looking like a small puppy with her face squished between the two front seats. Delilah frowned at Rheitz, blushing slightly, "Nothing. If your so...

Rheitz stuck her head between the seats again, "Look, it's you, Boss!" She pointed to one of the people on the cover, "I had no idea you played anything!" Delilah gave him a surprised look. "I thought you didn't know her that well? Turns out your part of her main quartet," she frowned at him...

Rheitz stuck her head between the seats. "What is it? Woah, I didn't know you liked-" Delilah's hand pushed Rheitz's bubbly face back behind the front seats. "I like music. Just because I can be a grumpy old lady doesn't mean I don't have taste." She took the record from the dhampir, turning it...

Rheitz grinned, "Yes, please! I'm starving!" She hopped out of her chair, stretching her arms. "We've been sitting here all day. Mr. Mattey came by in the morning to get an update on the case." Delilah sighed at the mention of the police chief, leaning back in her chair. "Apparently, some of...

Delilah grimaced at the article, a wave of annoyance dampening her good mood. "Damn. These journalists love to mess around with the facts for good money," she muttered, turning in her seat to face him. She pushed the article, opening the box of donuts, and pulled out a glazed. "We were there to...

Rheitz muttered something incoherent, pressing her face into his chest. "I have to go to work. We have a big case," she said sleepily, pulling herself from his arms, "Let go off me." After a slight tug, the cop let her go and she slid out of bed, hooves padding softly against the wooden floor...

Rheitz nodded, "Alright. Fine. We'll take it with us for further examination. But I still have to head down the stairs and you have to get out some other way." She slid the vial of blood in her pocket and the tablets in another. "Take the papers with you. They're important." ... Delilah leaned...

Delilah turned back around, stirring the coffee in the pot. "Maybe you should. I'm starting to think you look nice in my house. I'll put you up in the corner and you can be my music box," she joked, pouring the coffee into a mug. Pulling the sugar from another cupboard she put in two...