Author's Note: Hey, guys! I'm back. Thank you for patiently waiting for another chapter. I feel like this is more a bridging chapter, so please bear with me if you get bored.

Thank you for all the follows and reviews so far. I can't promise I'll make regular weekly posts, because I'm currently abroad visiting family for a couple months. But I do have a good idea of where the plot is going to go and I will continue to write.

Chapter 10: Hump Day

A concentrated frown crumpled Lon'qu's handsome face. He wore a grimace with narrowed eyes. His shoulders were tensed and arms crossed. As he had his gaze angled at the body in front of him, he felt the early chill of dawn breathing against his hot skin.

The girl's light brown hair was matted and limp against her pale cheeks. The revealing outfit she wore was riding up her thighs and was filthy. She was lying on her side in an awkward position, with her arms above her head and her legs sprawled to the side.

Great way to start hump day: Wednesday.

Lon'qu bent down and carefully balanced on his feet as he took a closer look at her legs. There were small red circles permanently tainting her porcelain skin. Cigarette burns.

"You see these?" Lon'qu pointed at the burns.

"Yeah? What about them?" Vincent still maintained his distance from the corpse.

"Cigarette burns," Lon'qu stood up.

"What do I do about the body?" Vincent asked anxiously.

"You're missing the point. It's the Chon'sin Triad," Lon'qu explained with a growing irritation. Lon'qu remembered Robin saying that the Grima Syndicate was expanding too quickly. He had expected some territorial disputes, but he didn't expect them to kill their girls to send a message.

"How do you know that?" questioned Vincent.

"It's a trademark," Lon'qu sighed, visibly losing patience with the man's lack of intuition. Vincent's response: a dumb look. "The Triad uses burn marks and cuts, usually made with a blade or a sword to mark their victims or enemies. In this case, cigarette burns."

"How do you know all of this?" Vincent eyed Lon'qu suspiciously. He was, after all, of Chon'sin descent.

The look Vincent gave Lon'qu didn't go amiss. "If you have a bone to pick with me. Out with it. But I want you to know this: I've been with this organization longer than you have. My word has more weight than yours," Lon'qu calmly stated.

Vincent remained quiet.

"Vincent, if you can't do your job, we're going to have to remove you from your position," Lon'qu said in a low voice. This wasn't the first time he'd fucked up.

The man stiffened. "What should I do with the body?" Vincent dug in his pocket for a pack of cigarettes. He pulled out a white stick and lit it with a lighter after a couple attempts.

"Take care of it," Lon'qu checked around his surroundings to make mental notes. It was too early in the morning for witnesses. They were playing with them. If they had meant to seriously start a war with the Grima Syndicate, the Triad would've dropped the body in broad daylight, in front of the Reeking Box.

"What?" Vincent spluttered, dropping his cigarette.

"I don't like repeating myself," Lon'qu said darkly. Sleep was weighing down his eyelids already. He had dropped Robin off at home only a couple hours ago. She had an emergency surgery and it had run later than their usual rendezvous time. And now, he was here, dealing with a dead Grima escort dumped at the back entrance of the Reeking Box.

"How?" Vincent was starting to lose his wits.

"Like how we always take care of things," Lon'qu gritted his teeth. "Don't fuck this up." And he left.

A blue-haired man with no ounce of musical talent sat in the lunchroom of the Ylisstol Police Headquarters. He had the curved body of an old guitar nestled against his own and plucked her strings delicately. No matter how hard he tried, it kept making a twang sound. When he attempted the chords he had tried to memorize the night before, they sounded like the guitar was vomiting sadness. Or maybe that was his imagination…since he did spend two nights at the HQ again.

"For the love of Naga," growled Sully as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "I swear to the Gods, Chrom, I swear! You play that guitar one more time. I will end you," Sully smashed the cup on the floor angrily.

Chrom stopped. "I'm trying!" he protested. It wasn't his fault that all those childhood piano lessons went to waste. He just wasn't coordinated enough to play instruments. And begrudgingly, he needed to go home.

"Well, try harder! No. Just stop! Please," Sully begged. "Everyone else wants you to stop too."

"I don't think it's that bad," piped up a voice.

Chrom and Sully immediately looked around their surroundings. "Kellam!" they both said in surprise.

"You're like a ninja," Chrom grinned.

"Eugh," Sully wanted to punch something. "You need to stop creeping up on people!"

"But…" Kellam started, but then he stopped himself. "I wonder when people will notice me."

"Why are you in such a foul mood?" Chrom frowned at Sully after Kellam left.

"Your guitar playing is putting everyone on edge. I'm sure I'm not the only one who's going to smash that guitar into smithereens," Sully snapped. Chrom opened his mouth, but Sully continued, "And hell no, you're not allowed to sing."

"Oh, my sweet flower!" Virion came prancing into the lunchroom. Sully shot him a sour glare. "My dearest, why are you so upset?"

Sully glowered at Chrom. It didn't matter that he was one of her best friends. Right now, she wanted to strangle him. And who in their right mind would give Chrom a musical instrument, period? Virion's eyes went from Sully to the thing that she was staring at. Virion's usual cheery smile immediately slipped off his face and his face darkened.

"Ah, it was you all this time…" Virion's flamboyant behaviour evaporated at the sight of the guitar in Chrom's arms.

"Hey! It's not that bad!" Chrom protested. "Kellam said so."

"You should hear him sing, Virion. He makes dogs howl and windows shatter," Sully chuckled. "And Kellam was being nice, Chrom."

Virion let out long, uncharacteristic sigh. "Let's go around the corner for a cup of coffee, Sully. It's on me," Virion offered in defeat. "This warrants good coffee, not office coffee. I think my ears are bleeding."

Despite that Sully usually deflected all of Virion's advances, today, she enthusiastically agreed, "Yeah that sounds like a great idea." She was willing to do anything to get away from Chrom and his guitar.

"You're going to regret this when I become a super awesome guitarist one day! I'm going to pretend not to know you when I'm famous!" Chrom shouted after them.

As if on cue, Frederick stormed into the lunchroom and tried to take the guitar away from Chrom. Frederick had his hand wrapped around the neck and pulled it towards him. Chrom had his hands on the body, holding on for dear life.

"I'm taking my guitar back," Frederick yanked.

"You gave it to me," Chrom pulled.

"I'm taking it away before the entire HQ finds out I was responsible for the last three days of agony and demand my head on a platter," Frederick successfully obtained the guitar with one last pull.

Chrom pursed his lips and didn't utter a word at his superior.

"Do something else on your break," Frederick lectured.

"I guess I'll have to tell Emm and Lissa that you took your old guitar back," Chrom sighed. "There's goes my only hobby."

Frederick frowned at him. He knew that Chrom came first to Emmeryn. Frederick almost gave the guitar back to Chrom for that split second, but then gripped it even tighter.

"Well, I'll just have to tell Emmeryn the truth. You were disturbing the peace. She'll understand," Frederick said. "And Chrom, I told you hundreds of times before. HQ is not your apartment. Go home when your shift ends!"

"I got caught up," Chrom quietly answered as he eyed the guitar.

"Do I need to call your sister?" Frederick frowned at his subordinate.

Chrom shot Frederick a look—a look that was reserved for whenever Frederick threatened him with his sisters. It was playing dirty!

"No," he said bitterly.

Robin curiously wandered around the vicinity of Lon'qu's room on her tippy toes. He still hadn't gotten out of bed, which was rare. Robin hoped that the smell of the waffles she made would wake him up, but to no prevail. Hesitantly, she knocked on the door lightly. She waited and then knocked louder. There was no response. Lon'qu should've been at the door by now.

Robin wrapped her hand around the door knob. "I'm coming in!" she announced nervously and opened the door.

Lon'qu was indeed home. He was sleeping with his comforter like it was sleeping bag, sleeping on one half and covering himself with the other half. From the looks of it, he plopped into bed without a second thought. He hadn't even changed out of his clothes.

Robin stifled a giggle and squatted right in front of him, watching him sleep. His usual frown was replaced with a relaxed, peaceful visage. His dark hair was a mess, but it was charming. Without even realizing it, Robin brushed some of his hair away from his eyes. She withdrew her hand and her eyes softened. She smiled. Robin loved having him around. Sure, he scolded her, but she knew it was endearing.

"Robin," Lon'qu grumbled without opening his eyes.

"G-good morning," Robin immediately stood up. She became flustered at the thought of Lon'qu knowing that she touched him. He did have a fair adversity to women.

Lon'qu didn't respond, and simply rolled over to his other side. Robin let out a sigh of relief. It was much nicer to have Lon'qu around than Priam. He didn't snore, unlike Priam. And she didn't have to worry about walking in on naked women. Eugh, Priam.

From the looks of it, Lon'qu seemed to have had a bad night. Robin left him to sleep and tiptoed out of the room. Maybe she'd sleep some more. It was her day off, might as well sleep. It was a luxury.

In front of Chrom sat a mother crying helplessly into her hands. Her wailing echoed in the conference room Chrom had invited her into. He had gotten her a cup of tea and placed a box of tissues in front of her, but it wasn't helping the situation. In between them was a picture of a young teenager with a bright smile. She owned a pair of vibrant green eyes and shoulder length red hair.

"I-I just don't know where she could've gone," the woman sobbed. "Where could she have gone?"

"We'll do everything we can to find her and bring her home safe," Chrom reassured.

"Please, you have to find Souza," she wiped her large tears with a new tissue. She threw her sopping wet tissue into the pile above the picture. "She's the only one I've got in my life."

"Mrs. Zan," Chrom started. Sumia was much better at this than him. She would've handled this a lot better than he was handling it. "Can you tell me when was the last time you saw Souza?"

"It was yesterday morning. We had a huge fight. I brought up that she was staying out too late lately. Her grades were slipping and I was concerned. She used to tell me everything. I tried calling her cell phone, but she didn't pick up all day and all night. She always comes home even if we have a bad fight. We make up over dinner and have ice cream," Mrs. Zan's voice trembled.

Chrom listened attentively and scribbled stuff down in his notebook. "Do you know where she was seen last?"

"I don't know. I contacted her friends and they told me she wasn't staying with them," she continued. "So then, I got this awful feeling." Mrs. Zanis's shoulders trembled underneath her worn cardigan as a new wave of tears erupted. There were bags under her eyes and her autumn hair was unkempt.

"Do you know if she was in trouble with anyone?" Chrom inquired softly.

"She's a good kid," Mrs. Zan blew into the tissue. Chrom waited for her to finish. "She wouldn't just run away."

"You mentioned a little earlier that she has been staying out late and her grade is slipping. Do you have any idea why this could be happening?"

"I told you. She doesn't talk to me anymore," Mrs. Zan eyes were raw from crying.

"Could you provide a list of her friends? Where she goes to school and where she usually likes to hang out?" Chrom inquired.

Mrs. Zanis slowly listed off a couple friends, then the school she attended, and her usual hangout spots.

"Okay. We'll start a search immediately. Try to get some rest, Mrs. Zanis," said Chrom calmly.

"You think I can get rest when my baby's out there?" she raised her voice.

Chrom's body tensed uncomfortably. He gave her an apologetic look. "Mrs. Zan, please. I meant no harm. You just look exhausted. We'll notify you as soon as possible if there any new developments." He said each word carefully and laced with concern. "Take all the time you need," Chrom collected his stuff and went to notify the rest of his teammates.

This was the tenth missing teenaged girl of the month.

Lon'qu sauntered groggily out into living room. He yawned and stretched on the spot. He heard a faint snoring. From the corner of his eye, he saw a limp body on the couch. There was a leg and an arm hanging off the edge. The other leg was hung on the back of the couch and the other arm was resting on top of the book that was covering the face.

He smiled. Gods, Robin was ridiculous.

Lon'qu walked over to Robin and picked the book up from the spine. He set it aside. Her mouth was gaping open and there was a trail of drool down the side of her mouth. She would be so embarrassed if she knew that he saw her like this.

"Robin," he said. He reached out a hand to shake her awake, but then immediately stopped himself when his hand hovered over her shoulder. His chest tightened. He didn't want to frighten her. Besides, he had time.

Instead, he did what Priam taught him to do. Lon'qu went back to his room to grab his phone. As he returned, he tapped on the screen to found that old school rock song that Priam always blasted in his car. The song that Robin hated oh-so-much. He set it on the coffee table and pressed the 'play' icon and let the music blast at full volume.

Robin stirred for a moment, then turned to her side irritable. She continued to slumber. Lon'qu sat down on the couch, and watched the process unfold. Robin grumbled angrily in her sleep. Then she turned around once more. A frown ruined her previously relaxed face. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Her sleep-crusted eyes darted about, squinting, look for the source of agony. Robin's glare fell upon Lon'qu's phone.

"You're evil," Robin grumbled, sitting up and reached over to the phone and turned it off.

"It's the only song that will wake you up. Or I have to shake you awake and I don't feel comfortable doing that," Lon'qu stretched out his hand. Robin handed the phone to him.

"Did you sleep well?" Robin rubbed her eyes. She wiped the trail of drool on the side of her face while making a slurping sound. "You saw and heard nothing."

Lon'qu snorted. "I saw nothing. I'm fine. You?"

"My pleasant dream became a nightmare towards the end," Robin muttered.

"I need to talk to you about something," Lon'qu began.

Her eyebrows furrowed into one another and the drowsiness she felt disappeared. Robin bit her lip. She felt her blood go cold and her heart pound a little harder. "I need something to drink," she nervously murmured and headed straight to the kitchen.

He needed to talk.

Did he know that she was talking to Chrom? No, he wouldn't know. He knows that she'd flip if he went through her phone. Besides, Lon'qu trusted her. He trusted her. Damn the Gods! He trusted her! And here she was potentially fraternizing with the enemy! The guilt began to flood in as she fumbled with a box of loose leaf tea in the kitchen.

"Do you need any help?" Lon'qu called.

"N-No!" Robin poured some into the electric kettle. "Do you want anything?" Maybe it was nothing. He usually said 'yes' if he just needed to talk to her about an everyday thing. Like that time when he was lecturing on her the importance of wearing a boob cage. And longer pyjamas in general.

"No," Lon'qu answered.

Fuck. She was screwed. Something was going on. Lon'qu never needed to 'talk'. Maybe she broke one of the rules they set up together. Robin wracked her brain. She hadn't not notified him where she would be at all times. She always had her phone on her, charged.

The kettle spewed out a long trail of steam. Then the switch clicked off. Robin poured the water into the cup, watching the tea bag she made struggle under the downpour. She understood how the tea bag felt.

"Done?" Lon'qu asked curtly.

"Yeah," Robin choked out. She carefully grabbed the steaming hot cup and took her time. The seconds crawled by with each lagged step.

"Robin, hurry up."

"Mmhmm," Robin nodded absent-mindedly. What did she do wrong? She sat down.

Lon'qu had changed out of his usual formal clothes into more comfortable clothes. It was odd. His gaze was so intense she anticipated lasers to shoot out any moment.

"The suspense is killing me! Just spit it out!" Robin snapped, nearly spilling her cup of tea.

"I'm taking a leave of absence for six months," Lon'qu announced calmly.

The hot cup of tea slipped out of her fingers. It spilled its contents onto the floor as it hit the ground with a thud.

Lon'qu sat up straight and demanded, "Did you burn yourself? Are you okay?"

"I…I…" Robin lost her words. That was a lot worse that being lectured on fraternizing with the enemy. Lon'qu was leaving her side. Her only, trusted ally.

"We should clean that up," Lon'qu eyed the steaming puddle cool and its rising angry wispy breaths.

"Is something wrong?" Robin quietly asked. "Did I do something? Was it all that trolling?"

"No," Lon'qu narrowed his eyes at Robin. Sometimes she really confused him.

"Then, what is it?" Robin asked earnestly. She sounded desperate.

"Robin, you didn't do anything wrong."

She remained quiet.

"I have to return to Chon'sin because of personal matters."

"Okay."

"Robin."

"I hope everything goes well," Robin slapped on a smile. She couldn't be selfish. He probably had family. She knew he had a sister. Lon'qu wasn't hers to keep around. Even if she would miss him a lot.

"I'm leaving next Thursday," Lon'qu gauged Robin's emotion. "They'll be sending Priam in my stead."

Robin's head snapped immediately at the mention of Priam. Her eyes wide, not full of fear, but the look that people gave when they were internally screaming in despair.

"No!" she yelled. "No, you can't do this. Take me with you. I'll behave. Anything but him," Robin begged. "I'll just fit into your suitcase."

"You can't just up and leave your job. It's already been decided," Lon'qu firmly pressed.

"No! I refuse. I'll jump off this building. Anyone. Anyone but him," Robin cried out. She plopped onto her side and buried her face into pillow. A muffled sound came from the pillow.

He knew what she was saying. "He arrives on Monday."

Suddenly, Robin sat up with a huge gasp. "Wait!"

"What?" Lon'qu quirked an eyebrow.

"Elections are coming up. Don't they need him?" Robin questioned with hope filled in her words.

"No, Mustafa and Gangrel have that under control," Lon'qu responded. "Because federal elections are going on, the media's going to be looking for you again. Like they always do. We need an older member around. The newer ones may snitch for money."

"Fuck!" Robin cursed. "Lon'qu, I'm an adult. I don't need a babysitter. I'll be fine without you for six months. I promise."

"I don't make the rules. Your father does," Lon'qu said with finality.

Robin pursed her lips and glared at him. Lon'qu glanced up to see a clearly distraught Robin. He felt a tinge of pity for her. But he was needed elsewhere. Ke'ri needed him.

Robin pouted, "When you come back and I'm dead from either starvation or stress or lung cancer, that's on you."

"Okay," Lon'qu snorted.

"Don't laugh. I'm dead serious," Robin glowered.

"What do you want for dinner?" Lon'qu inquired.

He knew Robin would come around.

"Freedom," Robin snapped.

Eventually.

If Frederick found out, he would probably force Chrom to take all his vacation days all at once. He had threatened Chrom on multiple occasions. But that didn't stop Chrom from coming back into HQ.

Tonight, it was Mrs. Zan and her missing daughter, Souza, that really tugged at his heartstrings. He scanned through the investigation reports. Chrom poured over each detail, hoping to find some leads. But nothing.

He groaned and sat back in his chair. Why was his job so difficult? He felt helpless, not being able to make a difference. A yawn crept up on Chrom. He checked his watch to see why he was so tired. It was almost ten thirty. There were a couple officers walking about, but most of them were out on the streets doing their shift.

Chrom jumped at the strange vibrating sensation against his thigh. He dug a hand into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He swiped in his password pattern.

Emmeryn: I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and believe that you are home and not at the police station.

Shit.

His phone began to ring. He swiped the green phone icon.

"H-Hey, Emm," Chrom nervously chuckled.

"Are you home, Chrom?" Emmeryn asked in her usual soothing voice.

"I…uh…" He couldn't lie to his beloved sister.

"You're at the police station, aren't you?" Emmeryn sighed.

"I told him to go home," said another voice on the other end.

"Is that Frederick?" Chrom began to sweat.

"Yes," Emmeryn confirmed. "I heard about your guitar playing."

Chrom heard some shuffling on the other end.

"Officer Chrom Exalt, this is your superior speaking to you. I have told you to not to overwork yourself for years. This is the last straw. I am officially forcing you to take half of your accumulated paid vacation days," Frederick stated. "That's an order."

"Sir, please. That'll kill me," Chrom protested.

"No, overworking will kill you," Frederick argued. "You will return your badge and firearm to me first thing tomorrow morning. Understood?"

Chrom slouched in his chair defeated. He still held the phone against his ear.

"Is that understood, Officer Exalt?" asked Frederick.

"Yes, sir," Chrom was mentally kicking himself for getting caught. He should've known Frederick would be with Emmeryn.

"I'll buy you a guitar," said Emmeryn cheerfully on the phone. "You can practice then."

"You really shouldn't." Chrom overheard Frederick.

"Thanks," Chrom said dryly.

"How did things go with Robin?" Emmeryn inquired.

"I'm meeting up with her on Sunday," he grumbled.

"That's wonderful!" Emmeryn exclaimed.

"Yeah," Chrom didn't feel so excited anymore. "Emm, I need to go."

"Oh, okay. Good night, Chrom," she murmured hesitantly.

He hung up and sat there in the dark with his lamp as the only source of illumination. Eugh, misery.

Robin blinked in the dark with her head was buzzing with thoughts. She was curled on her side with only her face popping out of her thick duvet. She pursed her lips. She didn't think life could get worse than the possibility of fraternizing with a cop. But apparently, it could: Priam.

"Eugh!" she thrashed in her sheets angrily. Once she settled down, she reached for her phone. It was 11:07 PM. Ylisse was a couple hours ahead of Plegia, so she knew Aversa would still be awake.

Robin tapped at her phone a couple times and then pressed the phone against her ear. She curled up on her other side in her bed sheets. She listened to the phone play (most likely) the latest hit in Plegia.

"Eeeeeeeeek!" a voice suddenly shrieked on the other end.

Robin immediately pulled the phone off her ear wincing.

"I never thought you'd call first!" shouted the voice.

"Hey, Avie," Robin murmured.

"Awwe, I'm so glad you called! I was just thinking of you. You probably need a haircut and new wardrobe," Aversa rambled. She gasped dramatically. "Maybe you should come to Plegia for a bit! You should attend the presidential ceremony. I'm sure the media will love you. And I can give you a makeover! You probably look like a zombie."

"Haven't you seen all the photos of me that are on the internet? They always snap the photo when I'm making a face or transitioning between expressions. I'm the epitome of unphotogenic," Robin grumbled. "Or I blink. Every. Time. I look like a joke on the internet. And you always look fab."

Aversa laughed on the other end of the phone. "Okay. Fine. So why'd you call so late?"

"Maybe I just missed you," Robin offered.

"Uh-huh. What else?" Aversa snorted. "Spit it out."

Robin waited a couple seconds before saying anything. "I'm having an awful day. Avie, Lon'qu's leaving me to fend for myself against Priam," Robin groaned.

"I heard," Aversa chuckled. "That should be fun."

"Not you too," said Robin.

"It'll be fine. You'll have more freedom with Priam around. Lon'qu actually does his job. Priam doesn't," Aversa suggested. "No, don't put that there. Put that over there. Sorry, Robin."

"Are you still at work?" Robin asked.

"Mmm, maybe." Robin heard her smile through the phone. "Want me to let you on a secret?"

"Sure," Robin shrugged.

"I'm going to open up my own designer line!" Aversa squealed excitedly.

"Oh my Gods! Congrats!" Robin sat up.

"I know!" Aversa shouted through the phone.

"You've always wanted that!" Robin beamed.

"I know. It's about time, really," Aversa giggled.

"What about modeling?" Robin inquired.

"It's still going. I'll put it on hold once I debut my fashion line."

"Did you pick out a name yet?"

"No, can't decide on a name actually."

"Hmm."

"You can help me out later. I'm still really in the beginning process. Promise me you won't tell anyone. Only Tharja and you know. Tharja because she's my assistant," said Aversa.

"Yeah, I promise."

"You know, Robin. I get the feeling that you're more upset with Lon'qu leaving than Priam coming."

"What makes you say that?" Robin was taken aback.

"Because you still like him," Aversa said bluntly.

"Avie. Not this again," Robin rolled her eyes.

"Just speaking the truth, little sister," Aversa teased.

"Okay, I admit, I did have a thing for him, but I persuaded myself out of it," Robin confessed. "It's foolish. We would never work."

"Mmhmm," Aversa sounded like she wasn't persuaded.

"Avie, come on," Robin laughed. "I'm serious!"

Robin phone gave a muted cry, notifying her that a text message came in.

"Sure," Aversa played along.

It was from 'Police Stalker': Chrom.

"Think whatever you want," Robin answered absentmindedly. "Anyway, I'm heading to bed. Love you, bye." Robin hung up before her sister could say a word. Curiously, she opened their conversation.

Police Stalker: Could we meet a little earlier?

She stared at the text for a moment. What if Phila was right and he was actually interested? Was she okay with that? Would it make her a horrible person to consider Chrom, even with her dark, hurtful history with police officers? Why did people bother with social interactions and romantic relationships? Why? What if her family found out? They'd drag her ass back to Plegia before she could even explain. What if Lon'qu found out? She honestly couldn't fathom a realistic response. And Priam? Whatever, he wouldn't care nor would he even know. Besides, it would be much easier to do this under Priam's nose than Lon'qu's.

Another text came in.

Police Stalker: Sorry, I just realized it's really late. Hope I didn't wake you.

No. No more over-thinking everything. She was just returning his jacket. Which she had washed and left aside.

Robin: Dw about it. I was already awake. Like when? Robin texted back.

His response came back in straight away.

Police Stalker: Does Friday work?

Friday…that gave her two days. But Friday was also when Maribelle and her promised to go watch the new movie together. She had already booked tickets for after work on Friday. She'll make it work. She was just returning his jacket.

Robin: Between five and seven works for me. Wanna meet at Risen?

Police Stalker: The 24 hour café?

Robin: Yeah

Police Stalker: Sounds good. See you then.

Robin: kk

Robin returned the phone to her bedside stable and settled in to sleep. Robin yawned. She felt sleepier now than before. Sleep weighed down her eyelids and she felt herself falling asleep.

Then, her phone rang again. A new text. But Robin had already fallen asleep.

What do you do when you have a bad day?

Author's Notes:

I tried a slightly different format with the texting thing. I thought it was easier to read. Let me know what you thought. If you enjoyed the new chapter, please remember to leave a review! And to those who are leaving reviews without an account, thank you! I would love to reply, but I can't. :(

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