Title: Phone Call (City Servants #7)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 219
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Summary: Briar's a thief turned detective, Tris is a lawyer, Sandry's a model, and Daja's Briar's part time partner. What could possibly go wrong?
Notes: A/U- reality, modern day
The phone ringing in the night woke Sandry first. Briar slept like a log, she decided groggily, as she rolled over to smack at him a little. "Briar," she shook him. "Briar, wake up and answer your phone." She wasn't as sleepy as she could've been- her day still felt off after having just gotten back from a shoot on the east coast.
"I'm 'wake," he grumbled, groping blindly on his nightstand for his cell. Mushing the buttons, he finally got the right one. "Hello?" … "No, I'm awake, mostly." … "Of course I was sleeping, what the hell do you think people do usually at 5 AM?" … "No, Tris. 'Kill people' is not the answer." The rest of the conversation descended to grunts as Briar jumped out of bed to tug on pants. He slipped the phone in his pocket and searched for a mostly clean shirt.
"Tris said Daja's on her way. There's been another murder. Looks like he's struck again."
Sandry sighed and stretched. "I'll go start some water." She knew Briar would need tea at this rate.
"Thanks dear." Briar turned on the bathroom light and stared at himself in the mirror. "I need a new job," he told his reflection as he finger-combed his hair. "It's a damn shame I love this one."
