Title: Task
Genre: adventure/humour
Rated: K
Pairing: ?/?
Carefully, her hands opened the door she had walked through so many times before. Basically feeling her unsinful hand on the knob. Never before had she done this, there had been no way out. Nothing she could do to change her fate. And that of her goal.
On the tips of her toes, she crossed the cozy living room of the fire house, listening if nobody was home. Never before had she done this, usually being here when there were people around in this wonderful sanctuary that was the brothers' home.
She walked up the stairs, stepping over the familiar cracking step and into the room. She felt so wrong, spy-ish, Frankie-ish and badass it wasn't funny anymore. Then she walked towards the closet, shadows crossing her face. Flushing it and laboring her breathing at the thought of her task.
With a deep breath her strong fingers pried open the lowest drawer. How did she get into this mess? Why did she let them talk her into this?
Occupied with her job, she didn't hear, she didn't notice. Her senses dulled by what she was doing. Only to release a startled cry of mercy from her lips when an astonished Nick Lucas walked into the room.
"Macy. What are you doing with my boxers?"