perpetual anticipation is good for the soul but it's bad for the heart

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[praevaricatio]

We're moving fast. After we take down one member of the Inner Circle, we're moving on to the next. And the next. We need this up on its' feet within 48 hours.

( His husband has the door that can help get a certain Hellhound to them.

The flight and everything else will be -- just that, everything else. But, there's step one. They made contact. )

Do you have any other questions before we adjourn?

[beanchaointe]

If I say no, is that the end of it?

[Because while she knows they're technically allies, she doesn't trust them. She certainly doesn't trust the new person. And she wants to know the risks before she steps in the pool.]

[praevaricatio]

If you say no, we find another way.

( But the narration assumes Rusty is not giving off the same sentiment.

"David. Call me when everything is ready. We'll meet in -- less close quarters." )

[beanchaointe]

[Nope, he's definitely not. But he doesn't elaborate either. Trying to explain that they have eyes on one of her best friends is not going to endear him to her any further.

David nods. "We'll be in touch."

Lydia presses her lips into a thin smile before nodding.]

Good. Now, if you'll excuse me.

[and she will push past the three very tall men blocking her way out of the closet and will head out of the restaurant, just to get some air. She assumes Harvey is not far behind her.]

[rehire]

( Pantry, really, but the narration accepts 'closet' too.

In the fall air, Harvey lets her get her bearings, stays close, but not too close, and he waits for her to say anything, if she wants to. If she walks, he walks beside her. He's here for her and not here for her. )

[beanchaointe]

This is really not what I had planned for after dinner.

[She glances up at him with an apologetic smile because they had much better plans than this.]

But now I think I have to make some phone calls.

[He's welcome to come back to her apartment and wait for her to make them, but she doesn't know if that's how he wants to spend his time.]

[rehire]

Do you want me to be there with you?

( He's going to refuse to not be, but he's going to let her tell him one way or another, at least. )

[beanchaointe]

I think it's less complicated if you're not.

[She's not ready to talk to either Jackson or Allison about her new romance just yet.]

But I don't mind if you wait in the living room while I take the calls in the bedroom?

[rehire]

I was going to insist. I was just putting up a front. Good, right? Convincing?

( He draws her close so they have have one, private moment as he brings his lips to hers. )

Got any good magazines or law journals lying around?

[beanchaointe]

[She smiles as he stays close, tipping her head to the side as she thinks.]

I'll see what I can do.

[She's mostly got varying kinds of interesting nonfiction, but she has been reading up some on the law so she can follow his work, so there's a couple of those and also a few more gossip rag-esque magazines, or he can browse her shelves for something that's not in the current rotation.

Once Harvey is settled, she retreats to her bedroom and flops back on her bed as she pulls out her phone.

Text number one, to Jackson:]

Do you think you could get to Boston in the next two days?

[Text number two, to Allison:]

We need to talk about your witch friend.

[With those sent, she scrolls down to Parrish's contact in her phone and hesitates. He's been out of things for so long, aside from the random one off in Beacon Hills. She hates bringing him into it now. But eventually she hits send and brings it to her ear, trying to figure out how exactly she's going to broach this.]

[illtempered]

For you? Yes. Miss me?

[beanchaointe]

Always. But also I might be in a bit of a bind.

[A bit of a bind is an understatement but she doesn't want him to worry too much before they can actually talk about it.]

[illtempered]

What kind of bind?

( And out loud to Alexander. )

Do we have any obligations in the next few days?

[beanchaointe]

["Not that I know of, why?"

Lydia takes a deep breath before she starts typing.]

Possibly taking a trip to Siberia to act as bait so that some of our tentative allies can kill a super powerful witch. Parrish might be coming with me, but I want to have some back up the witches aren't aware of, if possible.

[illtempered]

Siberia?

( He speaks aloud. He then holds the phone out to Alexander, because, read. )

[matriarchate]

I love how he's my witch friend now. Did he do something?

[beanchaointe]

You mean aside from crashing my perfectly fine date with his husband and some witch guy I've never seen before to ask me to play bait for one of the super powerful witches they're trying to kill?

Oh, also, they want to drag Parrish into this too.

[Allison is her best friend. Which means Allison gets the vent, and she hopes that Allison knows her well enough to know that she isn't angry at Allison. But she is kind of pissed at the witches for ambushing her.]

[matriarchate]

He what?

How does Parrish have anything to do with this?

Whatever happened to a phone call?

Are you okay?

[beanchaointe]

I'm annoyed, but I'm fine.

[At least for now.]

The witch they're targeting is a supernatural collector. Apparently a banshee and hellhound bound together are a pretty rare grab.

[matriarchate]

Why do you have to be involved at all? And why not tell me? Or, the Winchesters?

What are they getting at?

They went behind our backs.

[nicedemon]

( Even without a definition for what they are, Parrish finds extending his leave easy. He barely takes vacation, so Stilinski practically forces him to keep extending his leave. He deserves his rest, he's told, with everything underneath 'rest' left unsaid.

Someone he hasn't seen in person in a long time, Lydia Martin. He always had something with her, an unspoken connection that only crossed the line one time - and if asked, it felt more primal than anything and impossible not to act on. But, that connection waned naturally and now lingers like an invisible string between them.

He steps onto Malia's balcony, bringing the phone to his ear. )

Lydia Martin, to what do I owe this pleasure?

[beanchaointe]

You may not think this is such a pleasure by the time we're done.

[She feels like she should preface that this isn't a social call, unfortunately. As much as she wishes it was.]

Has Malia kept you up to speed on what's been going on lately?

[nicedemon]

( He glances behind him for a second, knowing werewolf hearing cannot be avoided. )

She's -- we're kind of taking some time off. But, yes, I heard about all the kidnapping. What do you need, Lydia?

[beanchaointe]

[Yes, Malia definitely picked up on her name (16) and she pushes up from the bed she's lounging on and shakes her head. "No! We're on vacation!"

Sorry, Malia. Lydia wouldn't be bothering you if she had another option.]

One of the witches that helped us is making a move against their coven. They are looking for our help. Their current target is a sort of ... supernatural collector. They approached me tonight asking me if I could get us to act as bait. Apparently a banshee and hellhound that are connected the way we are is a pretty rare combo.

[nicedemon]

We would be... bait.

( He's facing the apartment now, eyes wide, no he doesn't know how he gets roped into these things. )

Are you looking for my help or are you warning me?