Geraldine is still out cold, snoring gently in Eve's bed.

Eve paces back and forth across her tiny living room.

Villanelle sits squished in the corner of her shabby couch, watching her with that look on her face that means she's plotting. Eve ignores the face, chooses to focus on the kidnapping charges they're to face in the next few hours.

Villanelle sighs, loudly. "Is there a particular reason you can't sit down?" She wrinkles her nose. "Apart from the fact you live in a shoebox."

"I'm just counting the number of laws we're breaking right now, regardless of whether or not we're right about Geraldine being a criminal." Eve sends Villanelle a death glare as she paces past her. "And it is not a shoebox."

"Eve, it's four steps to the door. Four steps back, to the window. I know, because I've been watching you for the last ten minutes." Villanelle stretches out a hand. "Come on, sit down. I want to check something with you."

Suspicious, Eve stops pacing, puts her hands on her waist. "What?"

Villanelle gives her a winsome smile. "Please?"

She's not fooled in the slightest, but since temporarily giving in will get her back to pacing faster, Eve takes Villanelle's hand and settles beside her on the couch. "What-"

She has time for Villanelle's quick grin to send a zing down her spine before she's yanked into a kiss. And just like that, there's no space for anything else in her head except the sensation of Villanelle's mouth on hers.

Minutes or hours later, she makes a sound that is entirely unlike her, desperate and needy, and Villanelle eases back to watch her; her own eyes wild and dark. There is something else at the back of Villanelle's gaze that is hard to read, and Eve leans forward to see it better. She ends up trapped against the arm of the couch, while Villanelle finds a spot under her ear that makes her arch, makes her vow revenge, makes her hands clutch at Villanelle's waist to bring her closer.

"I just wanted to show you that two people can fit on this couch. Even though you live in a shoebox. It's pretty remarkable." Villanelle murmurs into her ear, tracing a slow hand along her thigh, down to her knee to circle up again.

Eve isn't entirely sure she can form words, but gives it a shot. "Good to know."

"Um." Geraldine stands in the doorway. "Am I interrupting?"

Eve yanks her hands out from underneath Villanelle's shirt, looks at Villanelle. "You didn't restrain her?"

Villanelle gives her a disbelieving look. "There is one exit out of here. And you think I can't handle her?"

Her brain is still not functioning. "She's a possible conspirator."

Villanelle snorts. "She's a puppy."

From the doorway, Geraldine waves, tentatively. "Can I…go?"

"No." They both shoot back in unison.

Eve rubs a hand over her forehead, then pushes Villanelle back. "Geraldine… sit down."

She gets up to make room for Geraldine on the couch, and Villanelle sends her a look of reproach that clearly communicates her desire to get back to what they were doing a minute ago.

She shuts out all of the blaring signals her body is still sending her that she should kick Geraldine out, immediately, and puts her hands on her hips. "Geraldine, we need to ask you some important questions. This might take a little time, but it's important that we're thorough."

Villanelle just raises a brow at her, turns to Geraldine. "Are you conspiring with The Twelve because you have Mommy issues?"

Geraldine frowns. "No?"

Villanelle rolls her eyes. "See? The only criminal masterminding she does is convince people that their chakras aren't balanced."

Geraldine eyes her. "Well, you're a perfect example of that."

Villanelle's jaw drops. "Hey!"

Eve intervenes. "Way to ease into it, Villanelle."

Villanelle smirks at her. "We have other important things I'd much rather be doing."

She determinedly ignores the heat that flares under her skin. "Geraldine, I need to understand why you're on a list of contacts of The Twelve. Do you do business with anyone? Give money to anyone? It's important that you tell me what you know."

Geraldine looks confused. "No? I mean, I give money to people, but not big amounts. I'm very thrifty." She looks at both of them expectantly. "Did my mother put you up to this?"

Eve stiffens, remembers Carolyn's words. If I was a good Mother I'd tell you that there's a particular look to the people I cultivate for my own purposes. And, that the things I do and the reasons I do them are complex.

She looks at Villanelle. "Do you think Carolyn set us up? That this was a test, or a warning?"

Villanelle shrugs, looks disdainfully at Geraldine. "Either that or Little Miss Sunshine here is a really good liar."

"I'd rather be Little Miss Sunshine than Miss Dark & Surly any day, thank you." Geraldine says primly.

They both stare at her. She stares back, and Eve can suddenly see the ways she is very much Carolyn's daughter. "Can I go now?"

Eve shakes her head, turning it all over in her mind. "No." She looks at Villanelle. "If Carolyn's playing some kind of 5D chess, she's going to regret it."

Villanelle sighs, but Eve catches the spark in her eyes as she smoothly puts a look of doubt on her face. "Eve, I screwed over my last boss. I'm running out of people that can be in charge of me, here."

Eve smirks. "Are you saying you're not up for it?"

Villanelle smirks back. "Are you driving, or am I?"