This morning was a little like the last, waking up to a boney little monster clinging to your front. But this time you know how to wake him up (at least you hoped it would work). Reaching over next to your alarm you grabbed a ketchup packet and ripped the corner off.
Squeeze a little out.
Hold it under where his nose should be.
Feel his hands loosen from your shirt and reach out with one hand to grab the packet. Oh dear. He's just slurping on it. It's so cute and disgusting at the same time. You successfully unlatch him from your front. You need to thank Brian for the tip.
Head down the hall to the bathroom to get ready for the day and remember everything up until now, you were still incredibly conflicted on fostering Sans. He was fun to have around, he was calm and funny and he seemed to have been warming up to you as you were to him. Your superior was never one to willingly contact a co-worker, but he had been constantly checking up on you and Sans and offering to give you all his research notes on skeletons and their behavior. It did make you lean more toward to keeping him with you.
A light clacking down the hall caught your attention. Sans must be up now. Finish up and throw on a bra before opening the bathroom door.
"In here sweetie, just getting my face on!"
The clacking speeds up and rams right into your legs, nearly toppling you down. Sans lets out a series of whimpers and muffles.
"Sorry, what was that?"
You pull him back a little and kneel down. He has blue streaks down his face, but the moment he focuses on your own he looks up surprised.
"y-you said you had to put on your face! i thought you lost it!"
Oh your insides. They're melting.
"I didn't actually lose my face, I just ment I was going to put makeup on."
You pick him up and sit him on the counter and wet down a wash cloth to wipe his face.
"I have to look nice for work don't you think?"
"but you already look nice.."
You rinse off the cloth and hang it on the shower rack and smile down at him, "Well thank you." grab all of your facial essentials and finish up.
"So have you decided?"
"I really honestly don't know Brian."
"Come on he likes you! Look at him, he's collecting all those stars in the ketchup bottle you bought him."
You glance over at sans, and yes it's true. You took the liberty to spend a little extra on the glass bottle instead of the crummy plastic one, and after finishing it Sans decided to clean out the inside to put his hard work into.
"It's like you're trying to persuade me to buy a house Brian, you're not being helpful at all."
"A house doesn't have trust issues with the human race."
He has a point. Brian sighs and speaks lower.
"The sooner you adopt him, the sooner we start his case."
He pats you on the shoulder, stops to pat Sans on the head, and continues to the Chief's office. You sigh and grab the rest of your paperwork, Sans noticed you returning and grinned whilst scooting to the side of the desk, dragging all his paper with him.
You open your drawers and put away the papers accordingly and stop to stare at the foster forms.
"Sans?"
He looks up from his crumpled star squished between his fingers.
"Do you like me?"
A blue tint dusted his cheekbones and you smiled, which caused him to avert his gaze and clear his throat? Does he have one? Like he eats and- no nononono that's not important right now!
"i-i do. you're very nice and you let me live with you and you're fun."
Shit. Does he think you already "claimed" him?
The Chief's door slamming open caused nearly everyone to jump in surprise, patting your chest to calm your heart (though this never worked, it was just a habit you got from watching too much Jackie Chan Adventures when you were younger) Brian quickly strides up to you. "(R/N)! We have a body, lets go."
"Oh! But, uh." You look down at Sans who got to his feet and watching the two of you.
"Remember? He can go on investigations."
"But to see a body?"
"He doesn't have to be face to face! He can stand next to an officer by the tape."
Frowning, you obliged and picked Sans up.
Uhg.
Right in front of you was a male body, late 30's, caucasian, and extremely water engorged. He was decently dressed, white button up and black slax, no shoes and a black sock half way hanging off a foot (more than likely caused by the currents of the lake). You quickly glanced at Sans who was "guarding" the entrance of the scene. But it seemed pedestrians were more interested in the cute skeleton monster acting like a guard dog rather than the corpse sprawled out on the shore.
So far so good.
Brian was knelt by the body, latex gloves on, and examining as close as he could without literally touching.
"Small lacerations, probable cause from debris in the water. All types of identification not apparent at the moment."
You were struggling with copying down all his mumbling in your notebook as fast as you could. "(r/n)! (r/n)-!"
Before you could stop him, Sans had ran up and was now staring down at the body, eye lights gone and beads of sweat collecting on his skull. Cursing, you automatically dropped everything and snatched him up in your arms, burying his face into your shoulder and holding it there with your hand to prevent him from looking back up.
"Sans I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have seen anything."
He didn't speak, he didn't move. Even getting back to the car his eye lights were off. He didn't react to ketchup either. Did he pass out? He wasn't clinging to you.
You ended up going home early due to the state Sans was still in. The body was being examined anyway so it didn't really matter much if you left early or not.
You made dinner.
You watched tv.
You even took a bath, and he still hadn't budged at all.
It wasn't until about 12 a.m. You actually started the foster forms, texting your superior for help on some parts that you didn't understand when Sans decided to wake up. You hadn't realized that he woken up until he flopped onto the couch next to you.
"S-sans!"
Basically tossing everything to the floor and scooping him up and placing kisses all over the top of his skull.
"How're you feeling?"
"...do you see stuff like that all the time?"
"Uh, yes..? That doesn't tell me how you'r-"
"have you ever gotten hurt?"
"During a case? A few times."
"do you have to find who murdered him?"
"It is my job now, yes. Sans, are you okay? You haven't answered my question."
He didn't say anything. All he did was turn his head to the side, empty sockets staring at the papers you threw on the floor.
"if you finish it, i'll protect you from what killed him. i'll protect you from anything."