((The following scene follows directly after A Plot Foiled.))
It was dark by the time the FBI vacated the premises, leaving Amaris to lock up securely behind them after reacquainting herself with a particular scent in the playground out back. She'd spent a somewhat fraught afternoon talking to parents and reassuring them, as well as her own pack. News traveled very fast in the preternatural community.
As it happened, Dev was the last to leave, waiting as he was for Amaris, not forgetting his promise to drive her home. "You hungry?" he asked, seeing the weariness in her. Or maybe she'd rather just go straight home and sleep and forget this day had ever happened.
She rubbed her neck - gently - and offered him a tired smile. "Yeah, kinda," she agreed. "Compromise - you can take me to dinner another night, tonight we get burgers on me. Deal?"
"You've got a deal," he said, shrugging his jacket on against the chill in the breeze, as she locked up. "My car's in the lot," he said, jerking a thumb in that direction, though that much seemed obvious. He started off in that direction, assuming she'd follow. "How did they take it?" he asked, of the endless phone calls to parents she'd had to make.
Flipping her hair out of her eyes, Amaris fell into step with him easily. "Most of them took it okay," she said. "I've lost a couple, but I can't really blame them, can I?" She shrugged. "Things'll be back to normal next week, anyway. Did you have fun cleaning up wolf goop?"
"Loads," he replied sarcastically. Probably about as much fun as she'd had calling her clients. "There will always be people looking for a safe place for their kids. And this is a safe place, Amaris," he assured her as he led the way to the parking lot, hands shoved in his jacket pockets.
"Oh, I know." The grin she offered him was bright and confident, her posture mimicking his as they walked - hands plunged into the pockets of her dungarees as her bag thumped against her thigh with each step.
"That's because of you, you know," he said, knowing how hard she worked to keep it that way. Hell, she'd almost died to keep it that way. "You really care about these kids. Anyone can see that." Not just the Bristol kid, but all the children in her care. He'd been around long enough to notice that. There was a beep as he unlocked his car doors remotely. It wasn't hard to figure out which one it was, as it was the only one left in the parking lot - a black Subaru Outback, both comfortable and practical for someone like him.
"Like I said, I'm good with pups," she said with a shrug. "Kids deserve to be safe while they're learning to socialise. For a lot of human, daycare is the only place they have to learn how to be social with other kids before school, and it's important to be able to do that."
"Is that why you chose this for your profession?" he asked, assuming she had to like kids, besides just being good with them. He stepped up to the car and pulled open the passenger door, offering a hand to help her inside.
"Well, that and I totally flunked out of college," she admitted with a grin, ducking into his car easily with his help. "Thanks." A part of her couldn't help but wonder if he was mining her for information as part of his investigation, but she wasn't going to ask. It seemed innocent enough for now.
His questions were merely of the getting acquainted kind, for now. He didn't want to be too nosy, but with a background in criminal justice, he just couldn't help himself sometimes. "What were you studying?" he asked as he climbed into the driver's seat and secured his safety belt.
She laughed. "In theory' I was studying zoology, because I thought I was hilarious. I totally deserved to flunk out - it was such a stupid idea." She looked over at him, tucking her own belt about herself. "What about you? Is this what you wanted to do with your life?"
"Become Fox Mulder?" he asked, with a smirk. It wasn't the first time someone had asked him that question or made that comparison. He shrugged. "I wanted to put bad guys in jail. I just didn't know the bad guys I'd be investigating wouldn't be human."
"So how did you end up in the non-human hunting section of the federal police?" she asked, genuinely curious. "It doesn't seem like the sort of job you just fall into."
"Yes and no," he said with another shrug, as he turned the key in the ignition and got the engine purring. "My goal was to become a Federal Agent, but it was a few years before I found out about the supernatural task force. It was while I was investigating a case. A particularly gruesome case, I might add. I won't go into details, but let's just say it became clear I wasn't dealing with the usual suspects. It was after that I was approached about taking a position with the task force. I can't say I jumped at the chance, but eventually, I agreed. Someone's gotta do it, after all."
She nodded, still curious but not prepared to demand details. "I find it curious that there is a Federal department for dealing with the preternatural community," she admitted with a faint smile. "We usually police our own, unless hunters are cutting a swathe through our homes. At that point, most of us will scatter and return only when the hunters have moved on."
"Haven't you ever seen the X-Files?" he teased, tossing a wink her way before looking back to pull the car out of the parking lot. "So, where are we going?" he asked, remembering her offer to buy him a burger.
"What, do you expect me to believe you guys came first, before the popular TV show?" she countered just as teasingly, running a hand through her hair in a comfortable manner as she grinned. "Do you know Harleys" They do great burgers."
"Yeah, I do, and I agree!" he remarked, turning the SUV in the direction of the burger joint. "It's not exactly like X-Files, but it's the closest I can come to describing it without violating my NDA," he told her. It probably didn't come as much of a surprise that he couldn't tell her much about his work, as most of it was classified and confidential.
Amaris snorted with laughter. "I think you have a weenie bit of leeway when you're talkin' to a werewolf, but I'll let it pass just this once," she allowed in amusement. She pressed her palm thoughtfully to the bandaged bite at the crook of her neck, testing it for any sign of infection, and was pleased to note it just felt bruised. Exactly the way it should do.
"Well, I can tell you that we don't investigate alien abductions anyway," he teased further. He noticed her touching the bandage on her neck. "You okay?" he asked, looking a little concerned. He was glad he'd been able to get her mind off what had happened for a few minutes, but he knew they couldn't ignore it forever.
"Pffft, aliens don't exist," Amaris said with absolute confidence. "The faery folk have had that sewn up for centuries." She glanced over at him with a weary smile. "I'm fine," she assured him. "Just checking on it, you know" Better to catch a bad heal earlier rather than later."
"Are we talking about changelings?" he asked, assuming she was teasing him now. He wasn't sure he believed her when she said she was fine, but he didn't want to push the matter. "So, I assume you were born a lycan, not turned later."
"Changelings, trolls, gnomes, brownies, there are a whole ton of them." She chuckled, letting her hand fall to her lap again. His question made her smile faintly. "Yeah, I am," she confirmed. "Most of us are, actually. It's pretty rare to meet a wolf who started life human."
They seemed to be having two topics going at the same time, but he was more interested in her personal life than in mythology. "So, you said you had two brothers. Are you the oldest, youngest, or the dreaded middle child?" he asked, partly just making conversation and partly curious.
It was dark by the time the FBI vacated the premises, leaving Amaris to lock up securely behind them after reacquainting herself with a particular scent in the playground out back. She'd spent a somewhat fraught afternoon talking to parents and reassuring them, as well as her own pack. News traveled very fast in the preternatural community.
As it happened, Dev was the last to leave, waiting as he was for Amaris, not forgetting his promise to drive her home. "You hungry?" he asked, seeing the weariness in her. Or maybe she'd rather just go straight home and sleep and forget this day had ever happened.
She rubbed her neck - gently - and offered him a tired smile. "Yeah, kinda," she agreed. "Compromise - you can take me to dinner another night, tonight we get burgers on me. Deal?"
"You've got a deal," he said, shrugging his jacket on against the chill in the breeze, as she locked up. "My car's in the lot," he said, jerking a thumb in that direction, though that much seemed obvious. He started off in that direction, assuming she'd follow. "How did they take it?" he asked, of the endless phone calls to parents she'd had to make.
Flipping her hair out of her eyes, Amaris fell into step with him easily. "Most of them took it okay," she said. "I've lost a couple, but I can't really blame them, can I?" She shrugged. "Things'll be back to normal next week, anyway. Did you have fun cleaning up wolf goop?"
"Loads," he replied sarcastically. Probably about as much fun as she'd had calling her clients. "There will always be people looking for a safe place for their kids. And this is a safe place, Amaris," he assured her as he led the way to the parking lot, hands shoved in his jacket pockets.
"Oh, I know." The grin she offered him was bright and confident, her posture mimicking his as they walked - hands plunged into the pockets of her dungarees as her bag thumped against her thigh with each step.
"That's because of you, you know," he said, knowing how hard she worked to keep it that way. Hell, she'd almost died to keep it that way. "You really care about these kids. Anyone can see that." Not just the Bristol kid, but all the children in her care. He'd been around long enough to notice that. There was a beep as he unlocked his car doors remotely. It wasn't hard to figure out which one it was, as it was the only one left in the parking lot - a black Subaru Outback, both comfortable and practical for someone like him.
"Like I said, I'm good with pups," she said with a shrug. "Kids deserve to be safe while they're learning to socialise. For a lot of human, daycare is the only place they have to learn how to be social with other kids before school, and it's important to be able to do that."
"Is that why you chose this for your profession?" he asked, assuming she had to like kids, besides just being good with them. He stepped up to the car and pulled open the passenger door, offering a hand to help her inside.
"Well, that and I totally flunked out of college," she admitted with a grin, ducking into his car easily with his help. "Thanks." A part of her couldn't help but wonder if he was mining her for information as part of his investigation, but she wasn't going to ask. It seemed innocent enough for now.
His questions were merely of the getting acquainted kind, for now. He didn't want to be too nosy, but with a background in criminal justice, he just couldn't help himself sometimes. "What were you studying?" he asked as he climbed into the driver's seat and secured his safety belt.
She laughed. "In theory' I was studying zoology, because I thought I was hilarious. I totally deserved to flunk out - it was such a stupid idea." She looked over at him, tucking her own belt about herself. "What about you? Is this what you wanted to do with your life?"
"Become Fox Mulder?" he asked, with a smirk. It wasn't the first time someone had asked him that question or made that comparison. He shrugged. "I wanted to put bad guys in jail. I just didn't know the bad guys I'd be investigating wouldn't be human."
"So how did you end up in the non-human hunting section of the federal police?" she asked, genuinely curious. "It doesn't seem like the sort of job you just fall into."
"Yes and no," he said with another shrug, as he turned the key in the ignition and got the engine purring. "My goal was to become a Federal Agent, but it was a few years before I found out about the supernatural task force. It was while I was investigating a case. A particularly gruesome case, I might add. I won't go into details, but let's just say it became clear I wasn't dealing with the usual suspects. It was after that I was approached about taking a position with the task force. I can't say I jumped at the chance, but eventually, I agreed. Someone's gotta do it, after all."
She nodded, still curious but not prepared to demand details. "I find it curious that there is a Federal department for dealing with the preternatural community," she admitted with a faint smile. "We usually police our own, unless hunters are cutting a swathe through our homes. At that point, most of us will scatter and return only when the hunters have moved on."
"Haven't you ever seen the X-Files?" he teased, tossing a wink her way before looking back to pull the car out of the parking lot. "So, where are we going?" he asked, remembering her offer to buy him a burger.
"What, do you expect me to believe you guys came first, before the popular TV show?" she countered just as teasingly, running a hand through her hair in a comfortable manner as she grinned. "Do you know Harleys" They do great burgers."
"Yeah, I do, and I agree!" he remarked, turning the SUV in the direction of the burger joint. "It's not exactly like X-Files, but it's the closest I can come to describing it without violating my NDA," he told her. It probably didn't come as much of a surprise that he couldn't tell her much about his work, as most of it was classified and confidential.
Amaris snorted with laughter. "I think you have a weenie bit of leeway when you're talkin' to a werewolf, but I'll let it pass just this once," she allowed in amusement. She pressed her palm thoughtfully to the bandaged bite at the crook of her neck, testing it for any sign of infection, and was pleased to note it just felt bruised. Exactly the way it should do.
"Well, I can tell you that we don't investigate alien abductions anyway," he teased further. He noticed her touching the bandage on her neck. "You okay?" he asked, looking a little concerned. He was glad he'd been able to get her mind off what had happened for a few minutes, but he knew they couldn't ignore it forever.
"Pffft, aliens don't exist," Amaris said with absolute confidence. "The faery folk have had that sewn up for centuries." She glanced over at him with a weary smile. "I'm fine," she assured him. "Just checking on it, you know" Better to catch a bad heal earlier rather than later."
"Are we talking about changelings?" he asked, assuming she was teasing him now. He wasn't sure he believed her when she said she was fine, but he didn't want to push the matter. "So, I assume you were born a lycan, not turned later."
"Changelings, trolls, gnomes, brownies, there are a whole ton of them." She chuckled, letting her hand fall to her lap again. His question made her smile faintly. "Yeah, I am," she confirmed. "Most of us are, actually. It's pretty rare to meet a wolf who started life human."
They seemed to be having two topics going at the same time, but he was more interested in her personal life than in mythology. "So, you said you had two brothers. Are you the oldest, youngest, or the dreaded middle child?" he asked, partly just making conversation and partly curious.