Author's note: I don't own FF8 or its characters. This story is AU.
Lady Death and Her Knight
It was a quiet night in the morgue, and Quistis was grateful. The morning had seen the end of the trial for that awful triple homicide six months ago. Thankfully, Seifer and Squall had found the fourth little girl before she was killed. Catriona was doing fairly well, all things considered. She had been placed with a very good pair of foster parents, and she was at least physically recovered from her ordeal. Still, the trial had been brutal, and Quistis was enjoying having very little to do. She had the radio on, and the late night dj seemed to have the same taste in music as she did.
Quistis hummed along with the music as she worked over a body. Nothing special about this case, just a good old fashion heart attack. However, there was a dispute over the estate and accusations were flying every which way, so a full autopsy had been ordered. Not that she had found anything out of the ordinary. Some of the family members were going to be very disappointed. With the autopsy finished, Quistis disposed of her gloves, washed her hands, and got to work on the autopsy report
She was so caught up in her work that she didn't hear the door open, and it wasn't until Seifer caught her wrist, pulling her out of her chair and spinning her into his arms, that Quistis realized she was no longer alone. Seifer simply smirked down at her annoyed expression and pulled her into a dance position. In too good a mood for him to spoil, Quistis simply went along with it, and they waltzed around the morgue.
"What brought this on?" She asked.
"I am simply having a lovely night and felt like sharing."
"A lovely night?" Her eyebrow went up at that; Seifer did not normally describe nights on the job as 'lovely'.
Seifer laughed. "Let's see: all easy cases tonight, Puberty Boy got stuck with all the paperwork, and I got to see Chicken Wuss wade into a pond of maple syrup. And now I have the prettiest M.E. in town in my arms. What's not to like?"
Quistis had to bit her lip to keep from giggling when they waltzed passed the morgue door and heard Irvine comment to Selphie as they were passing by.
"There's just something weird about him romancing her in the morgue."
Ignoring them, Seifer steered her back towards the center of the morgue. "I have a question for you, my Lady Death."
"I'm not helping you start another prank war."
He laughed and sank down on one knee, still holding her hands in his own. "I was thinking about something a little more serious and permanent. Will my Lady Death give her knight her hand in marriage?"
She froze, and then Seifer found himself sprawled on one of her tables by the force of her assent. When Quistis finally let him up for air, he looked a little dazed.
"That was a yes," Quistis laughed, and then she kissed him again.