A/N: I feel kinda shitty for not saying how influential Wes Craven was and still is to me in the last chapter, but I just want to say now that I hope people remember him through his work. I know I will. Rest in peace, Wes.
"No, he was there!" Sidney urged, her voice frantic as she began waving her arms around. Kincaid wasn't even ten feet from her. "I am not dreaming, I am not crazy." Sidney gestured to her sister. "Ask her, she saw him too."
"I did, I wish I hadn't. Fucker popping up to ruin our lives every damn second." Devin swore, shaking her head. She glanced to see Kincaid watching her, she only furrowed her eyebrows as the man gave her a gentle smile.
"He was there in Woodsboro!" Sidney told Kincaid.
"That's not Woodsboro, Sidney."
Devin crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes.
"You know what I mean." Sidney replied, shaking her head, her voice wavering. "But he was there... He, or she, or whoever this is."
"We're gonna take you back to the station, keep you both under watch." Kincaid stated, leaning from his place against the cruiser to gently brush a reassuring hand against Sidney's arm, trying to grasp Devin's in the process which only caused her to scowl and yank her arm backward. He sighed softly. "We'll put you in a safe house, whatever it takes."
As he said this, Sidney looked stretched-thin between disbelief and annoyance as she sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her sleeve. Devin, being the naturally maternal woman she was, gently put her arm around her sister.
"Come on, girls..." Dewey muttered, ushering Sidney into the front seat of the cruiser and Devin, as she chuckled softly, into the back.
"Reminds me of good times." Devin said to herself, getting a slight glance from her twin from the front seat. "Uh, that you so totally told me to never mention again." She added, biting her lip slightly to keep from laughing. Even in horrible times, Devin found a way to make the best of something. But as the somewhat-happy memory of her being arrested came to mind, she remembered being in the back of the car with Hallie and Sidney, the three having to crawl over a, now dead Mickey. Of course, they didn't know it was him at the time.
"Hey, Kincaid, it reeks back here." Devin informed, wrinkling her nose slightly. Just as she said that, Sidney sniffled and Devin sighed. "Sid, we believe you, we really do." Dewey closed Sid's door, only after doing the same for Devin and nodded.
"Dev's right."
"He's watching you and he wants you." Kincaid stated, and Devin rolled her eyes at the most unhelpful retort.
"Lighten up, there, detective." Devin mumbled, shaking her head as his foot hit the accelerator, sticking slightly which caused the car to roll back. This only caused Devin to be slammed against the seats and as the car lurched forward, she nearly slammed into the wire grate that separated the front from the back seats. Devin grumbled as Kincaid glanced back at her in the rearview mirror, trying to give a weak smile which only earned him a bright, shining scowl from hell. They drove back to the station where, upon getting out of the car, Devin had to have the doors opened considering they only opened from the outside.
"If Randy were here, he'd laugh and say 'It's funny to see you climbing out of a cop car without cuffs on'." Sidney said, trying to lighten her mood and Devin smiled slightly.
"Considering he got me arrested in the first place." Then, Devin's vocabulary slipped up. "I'd love to bring him here." She realized her mistake quickly, and, without a doubt made Sidney confused. "If he were alive." Devin added, swallowing as Sidney nodded. The latter didn't think anything of the slip up past that and followed Kincaid inside to his office with Devin trailing behind.
Almost let it out there, Dev. Keep it together, you've done it for a few years now. It's not that big of a deal, right? Right! Her brain paused to think. Call Randy, check up on him. Ask him if any more stalker-Stu mail came.
"You coming?" Sidney asked, sticking her head outside of Kincaid's office while watching Devin pull out her cellphone.
"I've gotta make a call, okay? I'll be right there." Devin replied, watching her nod and move back to her former spot in the office. Devin dialed her house, the dull ringing from the line filled her right ear. "C'mon." She muttered. It went to voicemail and she sighed. The voicemail played then:
You've reached the residence of how-the-hell-did-you-get-this-number! Anyway, if you're a tax collector, you're looking for the wrong person. Stop harassing me! If you're a telemarketer, look, I know it's your job, but seriously, step off. Leave a voicemail at that annoying beep, and if I like you enough, I'll drop some change on a call for you.
Devin cringed at her voicemail, shaking her head slightly. She hesitated for a moment as the beep sounded, checked around her and spoke. "Hey, baby, answer the phone... Yeah, if you can, you need to get Siggy and Blackjack to the vet. I can't remember the last time I took them, so it's time for them to go. Call me back, okay? I'm gonna try the second extension cell." She hung up, and did exactly as she said she would.
Hello. Would you like to play a game? You've reached the secondary extension line of a one Double Penetration. I'm kidding, it's Devin Prescott. You really should not have his number either, if you've heard my other voicemail. Besides, how are you even getting these numbers? You should not call me here, nor there, you should not call me anywhere.
Once more, Devin left a message similar to the first, telling Randy to check the messages. She then called his cell. It was the standard, automated voicemail message answer. Randy hadn't set it considering he thought it would be a bad idea. She left him a message and saw Sidney stand from where she was, walking into the hall to wave her over.
"Randy, babe, I'm not gonna say I worry, 'cause I don't do that shit, but c'mon. Pick up the phone, any phone! Pick one or all three! Call me back, okay? I have some juicy details about what's going down over here." She blurted out, waving Sidney off. "I think we should tell Sidney, at least. It might break her heart more, honestly, knowing you've been alive, but that's neither here nor there currently. Anyway, I love you." Devin hung up and sighed.
Come to think of it... She thought. It's been nothing but radio silence on Stu's end. No mail for the last week or so. Devin scratched the back of her neck before she went to Kincaid and Wallace's office, telling Sidney to "chill out" shortly after, but only because of her panicky arm waves. Kincaid began talking, he had likely kept silent as Sidney sat in his office, unable to make conversation.
"What do you now about trilogies?" Sidney questioned, watching and waiting for Kincaid's reaction.
"You mean, like movie trilogies?" Kincaid replied, watching the older twin. Devin rolled her eyes.
Sidney was holding a book that Devin hadn't noticed before, but she quickly dropped it back onto Kincaid's desk.
"You seem to like movies, detective."
He laughed softly, the sound making Devin want to roll her eyes into infinity. "Call me Mark, would you." He urged. "Because I'm gonna keep calling you Sidney."
Sidney glanced to Devin and saw her blue haired sister make a gesture with her finger, acting like she was about to hurl. It was like he forgot Devin was there, as if she didn't exist.
"I'll call you Mark when you catch the killer, detective."
Devin, being Devin, had the urge to go "ooooo" and point at him, but seeing as how everyone else was acting professional and boring, she decided to do the same.
"All I know about movie trilogies is that in the third one," He paused to look at Sidney and then glance at Devin, holding eye contact longer than he had with Sidney. "All bets are off." Devin crossed her arms over her chest, annoyed (somehow) that he actually had some common sense. Usually, any cop would brush off their warnings and went full-force at the killer with some knuckle head approach that was "fool proof".
"Did you request this case?" Sidney asked, a strange tone to her voice.
Kincaid looked back down at his work, writing something as he stood bent over his desk. "No. They tend to put me on the ones that deal with the business. I grew up here, and I know my way around the studios."
"Lucky you." Devin muttered, blowing some hair out of her face as she watched him write. "Must be exciting, beautiful place, beautiful people." Sidney began, poking his desk phone and books with her fingers. Devin, once more, rolled her eyes.
"To me, Hollywood is about death."
Devin raised her eyebrows. Well, slow down there, Mr. Cheerful. She thought, glancing at Sidney momentarily before looking back at Kincaid's shoulders, seeing he moved from his desk to the board.
"Excuse me?" Sidney asked, watching him slowly press a fluorescent green sticky note to the cork board.
"I'm a homicide detective, remember?"
"Oh, shit. right." Devin said, watching him glance back at her. Kincaid continued.
"When you see what I see, day in and day out... The violence that people do to each other, you get haunted."
Somebody call the Ghostbusters. Devin almost snorted. Every drop, dribble and trace of sympathy she had, was not being directed towards Mark Kincaid.
"I think you know about that." Kincaid stated, watching Sidney shrink down in her chair. Devin felt protective, suddenly. As he leaned closer to her, she stepped loudly, her solid-heeled boots smacking the ground as she did. She stepped just behind Sidney's chair, forcing the fraternizing detective to look up at her and see her angry eyes. "You both do." He said almost weakly, the slight sneer on Devin's lips causing him to wonder how many guys got close to her, or girls for that matter, considering she seemed to have a stick up her ass the entire time she'd been there.
Truth was, for that matter, Devin didn't think it the proper time to be flirting with two surviving victims of the last killing spree of good ol' Ghostface. Kincaid, despite the paler twin staring him down, continued after Sidney asked him something.
"What do you mean?" She questioned.
"I know what it's like to see ghosts that don't go away... To be watching a scary movie in your head, whether you want to or not." He was whispering now, his voice low. "Watching it alone."
That's rich. This stuff isn't scary, it's absolute bullshit. Sure, getting shot isn't fun, getting stabbed isn't fun, and being stalked is nerve racking as all hell, but it's not scary. It's life. Devin argued in her head Or my life, anyway.
"Ghosts are tough, you can't shoot ghosts." Sidney replied, watching him. No fucking shit. Devin's voice echoed inside her head.
"Can't arrest ghosts." Hello, Einstein! "But the best way to stop being haunted, is to be with people. You're here, you're not hiding. You've done the right thing, Miss Prescott." He said, directing it at Sidney as he saw the look on Devin's face. "And so have you, Miss Prescott. Dealing with your ghosts is most difficult for those who refuse to."
Could've been Mrs. Meeks if those fucking pricks over at Windsor weren't such numb nuts... Might get a chance of making it Mrs. Meeks soon enough. Her conscious turned bitter, then. And refuse!? I'm not refusing shit, Kincaid.
"Call an exorcist." Devin said suddenly, arms still crossed.
"I beg your pardon?" Kincaid asked, glancing up at her.
"They deal with exorcisms. Y'know, expelling of the dead, allowing them to move onto wherever. Or call an eye doctor, 'cause if you're seeing Casper, then honey, there are some issues that need to be dealt with."
"Devin!" Sidney hissed.
"What?" The opposite female asked, obviously not concerned for anything as Kincaid looked down slightly.
"It's fine." Kincaid dismissed, Devin felt her phone buzzing.
"No, it isn't fine." Sidney replied, sitting up to watch Devin walk. "Where are you going?"
"I have to take this call." Devin replied, removing her phone from her pocket to show the screen lighting up. She walked from the room backwards, almost bumping into someone. As she turned, apologized and answered the phone, she spoke.
"Hello?"
"Sorry, my phone died." She heard Randy say. "Anyway, I took Siggy and Blackie to the vet, I bought some groceries, checked the mail..." She heard the cats meow, and then a can opening. Randy tucked the phone under his ear as he began to scoop some wet cat food onto two small dishes for the cats. "Speaking of which, no new mail from our personal stalker."
"Oh." Devin muttered. Randy furrowed his eyebrows, setting the dishes down before going back to wrap the can in cling wrap, covering the remainder of the food as he tucked it into the fridge.
"You sound disappointed, babe... Why do you sound disappointed?"
"I don't like the radio silence, is all." Devin said slowly, smiling to a passing officer. "Uh, so Martha was here."
"Hey! She delivered my movie!"
"Yeah, with my oh-so gracious cameo." Devin muttered, she heard Randy laugh. It made her smile. "Including my crazy sex hair and changing in the background."
"Hey, you've got some pretty great sex hair. You should get an award."
"Be quiet." Devin said, shaking her head as a slight pink tinge went to her cheeks. "Anyway, this Kincaid detective guy is a real piece of work."
"How so?" Randy's voice sounded inquisitive.
"First off, he's flirting with the both of us."
This caused a slight tone adjustment from Randy. "You and Sid?"
"Yeah, kinda stupid, honestly... It would be funny if we weren't in the middle of a murder investigation."
"Yeah, funny." Randy said, obviously a little zoned out.
"You're not jealous, right? You beat everybody by a long shot. Besides, who the hell else am I gonna watch horror movies with?"
"So, I'm just your viewing buddy, is that it?" He fake sniffled. Devin, watching Sidney and Kincaid from a little distance away, smiled.
"Yeah." There was a short silence. "You there?"
"Sorry, yes. I thought I saw something outside, I think that deer is back again."
Devin groaned. "Don't deal with it yourself, Bambi's got some antlers, okay? I don't want you dead for real."
"How is Sid?" He asked, changing the subject.
"She's good." Devin said quietly. "I think we should tell them, soon. After this is over, just get on a plane and be like 'Hey, he's alive."
"Yeah, we should... It's stupid being cooped up here. But hey, I love you. I gotta go eat a carton of ice cream before it expires."
"Have fun, don't throw up." Devin paused. "Love you. Bye." She told him, just before she hung up. She couldn't help but feel a bit worried. Stu hadn't brought them anything, he stopped toying with them for a couple weeks and she was now away from home. Devin slowly walked back to Kincaid's office, nearly knocking into a coffee-runner. She smiled at him and he smiled back, apologizing just as she did before he went back around the desks and set the coffees on the desks that she figured normally occupied the cups.
Devin saw the coffee pot in the breakroom earlier, and couldn't help but wonder if whomever provided the breakroom coffee, was shit at making it or they hadn't made a fresh pot. Oh, what a time to worry about coffee, of all things.
Mrs. Marie Woods Winchester said:
As much as I could could see myself as Devin without the weird crush on past Steve. I think they should have told Sidney, Gaoe, and Dewey that Randy was alive. I can understand pretending he was dead so that no one would come after him, but Devin and his family weren't the only ones that loved him. I mean Sidney grew up with Randy too that was her best friend, Dewey cares about all them as if their his siblings since he lost Tatum. Now, Gale maybe not love Randy but I'm sure she likes him and feels guilt about his presumed death since they left him alone looking for Ghostface. I think Devin's being selfish and greedy as much as I understand her side. Also she never told anyone about Stu's "gifts" that she got over the years or seeing him at Windsor College. That can change a lot of events and more people can die included her, Sid and Randy.
My response; Yeah, I mean, she still likes Stu, in a way. Which is why she hasn't said anything. (I think you meant Stu instead of Steve?) And yeah, she SHOULD have told them, because hell, you're right, she's not the only one who loves him and even though she thinks she's protecting him, it's more damaging than anything. I've kind of wanted to have people view her as selfish because she believes that Randy should be just hidden, all the time. And no, she didn't say anything about Stu's gifts. That's another thing, I'm going to have her straight up talk to Dewey and be like YO HEY WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THIS SHIT HEAD WAS ALIVE STILL because I don't know if you've noticed, but I've made Devin kind of rockheaded.