The song here is "Gold Guns Girls" by Metric
Gold Guns Girls
Nerilla returned to the office and sat down behind Clara's desk, looking at all the paper work. Did more appear while she was away? She lifted some up and began reading. It was boring work, but it was better than being just one of many demons that Crowley and Clara didn't acknowledge. Not that they weren't good at being King and Queen, it's just every demon has a job to do. It's like an office building filled with workers that the bosses don't meet until the big Christmas Party. Except in Hell, there's no meeting the bosses at the big Christmas Party.
As she was going through the paper work, there was a subtle knock at the door as if they weren't sure if they should or not. Nerilla lifted up her head and narrowed her eyes. A Newbie, no doubt.
"C'mon, I don't have all day." She said and she couldn't resist the urge to grin. That sounded like something Crowley would say.
The door opened and a bombshell wearing a little black dress walked in. No doubt she was a crossroad demon. She approached slowly and then stood a foot away with her hands folded together before her, but her eyes were full of the typical disdain as if she was put off that Nerilla rose above them all to serve their King and Queen.
"Sit down, will you?" she said and the demon did, sitting there like a supermodel for a job interview that she knew she would get. "State your name and business." she asked and the demon gave a small smile as she spoke.
"Stephanie. I want to fill out a report." She said and Nerilla opened one of the drawers and looked through the empty reports that were available to fill out. She glanced at the demon and arched an eyebrow.
"About?" she asked, needing to know what kind of report.
"A fellow crossroad demon that has gone against our contract." Stephanie said and Nerilla pulled one out and placed it on the desk. Before the demon could take it, Nerilla pulled it slightly out of reach and stared at this demon.
"If it's serious, you can fill out the report after you've told me about it." she said and the demon stared back at her defiantly. "Or I can summon Nikolai if that'll make you more compliant." She added and the demon glared slightly and sat back in the chair.
"Always get Nikolai to do your work for you?" Stephanie asked and Nerilla just gave a smug smile.
"Just for the special ones." She said and the smile quickly faded. "Now, what has this demon done?" she asked. Stephanie just stared, but then rolled her eyes and looked away, as if surrendering for only this one moment.
"Our contract states that we're summoned by a client and once we have our deal, we come back so someone like you can file it." Stephanie said and Nerilla pushed aside the urge to inflict some pain. "We can't wander around upstairs and certainly can't keep a watchful eye on potential clients. Crowley made that clear." She said and shot Nerilla a glare. She couldn't help but bring back her smug smile.
"Ah, got the memo. That's good." She said and rested her chin on her fist. "Go on." She added and Stephanie looked away again.
"Kelley has been wandering after she has been summoned. I was there when she had a deal to make and she still has not returned." Stephanie said and Nerilla watched her carefully. It was odd that she wasn't looking at her when she spoke. It couldn't just be because she loathed the fact that Nerilla was the Lieutenant.
"How long has she been gone?" Nerilla asked her and then Stephanie looked at her.
"Three days." She said and then remained silent. Nerilla pushed the report towards her and watched as Stephanie filled it out. Once she was done and had filled out every part correctly, Nerilla sent her out and took the initiative to investigate it before bringing it to Crowley's attention.
She got a map, some ingredients and some matches to locate Kelley's whereabouts. She mixed the ingredients and placed it everywhere on the map, then lit a match; lighting the map on fire. It burned quickly, but then closed in on one area and the fire died, but not before a spark flew upwards and fell directly on a little dot.
New Haven, Massachusetts.
Nerilla snapped her fingers, a new trick thanks to her promotion to Lieutenant, and found herself in a pleasant little park overlooking a pretty pond with birds and a path all around being used by joggers. It was so nice; it was sort of nauseating that it made Nerilla homesick.
She glanced around and in the distance, on the other side of the pond, Nerilla could feel the presence of a demon. If she thought Stephanie was a Newbie, then this one near still had the umbilical cord. She was a new crossroad demon and it was obvious. She was scanning the crowd, but if she sensed Nerilla, she didn't know where to spot her.
Then, her attention was taken away when a young man stepped up to her, nervous, and then sat down next to her on the bench. She smiled sweetly and they began talking to each other. She was clearly flirting with him, but there was something… wrong with him. The way he glanced around, the way he was sure not to sit too close to her or touch her. He was so odd that he stuck out like a sore thumb.
Nerilla also noticed something about him, something familiar, but for the moment, she had to focus on Kelley and her intentions. Was she persuading him to become her next client? Stephanie got the memo, why didn't Kelley?
Well, there goes Crowley's next victim.
Then, her mystery date stood up and softly picked up her hand and placed a subtle kiss on her hand. It was such an old-fashioned gesture that it finally clicked. Nerilla knew who he was.
Gavin MacLeod, Crowley's son.
Nerilla quickly took out her cell phone and called Nikolai, waiting impatiently for him to answer. When he finally did, she blurted out everything so fast that there was complete silence on the other end of the line.
"Wait for Crowley." he said and hung up.
She watched as Gavin was about to walk away, but then he quickly turned around and spoke to Kelley again, more nervous than before. Kelley seemed surprised, but then she smiled and her cheeks blushed. Gavin sat down next to her and did something bold: he held her hand as he spoke to her. It seemed he was asking her something pretty serious.
Good, Nerilla thought, keep talking. Let Crowley see this for himself and then bye-bye Kelley; another one bites the dust.
