Busiest time for Party City, and that's Halloween! Can't wait to write these two going through the holiday, but first, Christmas… Well, kidnapping case then Christmas. Real question is, will Charlotte discover Loki's true identity and if so, when?

Enjoy!

"So we have six women taken, all connected with the strip club. The first woman was taken after a bachelorette party, the next two were taken after partying on a drunken night, then another kidnapped in the early morning, the one worker girl taken after a shift at the club, and finally the last one taken on her shift."

Charlotte looked at Loki expectedly, who only shrugged, waiting for her to continue. She dropped her arms, giving a look. "Loki, the Stripped Spoon has something to do with this serial kidnapper."

Loki just hung his head back, spotting the clock in the kitchen reading three O'five in the morning. They had been scrambling their brains since Emery got taken, and no clues in the alley or cameras gave any help of what happened. Loki lounged on the couch, feet up on the table as Charlotte paced around the living room spouting theories and connected for hours. Mitsy was curled up beside Loki, content her master was home.

"We've asked, searched, and nearly turned the building upside down, nothing leads to the kidnapper." Loki told her. "Do the girls have any other connection?" He asked, lowering his head to see her. "Possibly they all knew this man in some way or another?"

Charlotte sighed, shaking her head. "We checked their families and contacts, nothing lined up at all."

"More than one culprit?" Charlotte groaned at his theory and flopped onto the couch beside him, near pushing Mitsy off. "Possibility." He added.

"Yeah, one I don't want to think about." She muttered, bringing her hands to cover her face, fighting back a yawn.

Loki dropped his feet to the ground and stood, stretching his back out. "I think we let our brains rest for now." He moaned out, twisting his sides and sighing when he felt his back pop. "Come now, to bed with you."

Charlotte stood and walked over to the kitchen where the papers on the case were lying. "You go ahead, I'll stay up a bit longer."

Loki frowned, "You'll only exhaust yourself to work in the morning. It's best to get as much sleep as-"

"How can I sleep in my safe home knowing these girls are not on their own, Loki!?"

Her bark surprised him, she hadn't snapped at him this bad in a while. He raised his hands, admitting defeat and not wanting to gauge into a screaming match with her. He himself was tired from the day as well.

"Sorry," She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bitch off like that."

"It's alright, you're stressed and perturbed for those women." He told her.

"That's no excuse to take it on you," She argued weakly. Charlotte collected the papers and whistled for Mitsy, who jumped off the couch happy to get to sleep. "I'll try to get some sleep tonight."

"Good night." He bid her, watching her up the stairs and to her room.

Loki glanced to his bedroom, squinting as the door softly closed. With a concealment spell, he left the apartment leaving Charlotte none the wiser. He would be heading back to the club to investigate further.

The club was closed when he arrived at the building, no doubt the police have cleaned it from up to down for any evidence. Since they hadn't been contacted, none was found. Loki still entered, using magic to unlock the front door and raising a hand to illuminate the room with a small flame in his palm. He could've turned the lights on, but didn't want to risk anyone assuming the place could be open. The concealment spell and flame spell wasn't too hard for him to concentrate with, as he scanned his eyes along the rooms, shelves, and even dance floor of the building. Loki remembered Charlotte hadn't seen Emery leave for the VIP room, as she was in the bathroom. But according to the footage they reviewed, Emery instead left to the back door exit.

Finding nothing important inside, he went out the same back door, looking over at the filthy ally ground to find any clues. No footprint, cigarette butt, or even a strand of hair was found.

He extended his arm out with his palm down, flexing his fingers. A green vapor covered the ground like a fog, once it dissipated he found footprints. They glowed in a lighter green highlighting against the dark ground. Loki crouched down, seeing the ones that belonged to Charlotte when she burst out here, so he dismissed those. A pair of large boot prints also glowing as they showed to have entered the alley, paced for a bit, then met with smaller imprints that belonged to the stilettos that Emery was wearing. It showed her standing in one spot, then a few rapid steps to prove she was fighting back. He frowned, no longer seeing her imprints but only the boot prints leaving in longer strides then entering. Loki peeked out of the alley to see where they'd gone, but faded off from the end of the curb.

"Must have taken a car." He tried the same spell onto the street, but quickly disbanded it as the tracks of various other cars were too complicated to clarify.

"So, he waited here for her, attacked her, and carried her out into a car." Loki figured.

He closed his palm, smothering the flame and imprints dissolved, leaving him in total darkness. Loki sighed and left, heading back to the apartment. Heimdall's all seeing eyes would be useful right now, he thought. Refusing to say it out loud for him to hear.

Sleep hadn't come for Charlotte, she tossed and turned all night into the early morning. She finally gave in when the bastard sun came shining through her large stupid windows. She really needed drapes or something to block those windows, wishing to kick whoever designed this apartment in the throat.

Feeling the bags under her eyes and the ache in her back, Charlotte shuffled downstairs and tried to wake herself up with a pot of coffee. The machine groaned to life, Charlotte went through her cupboards to find the coffee container. The door was knocked on, making her place her can on the counter, tighten her robe and walk to the door. She opened it, spotting the mailman walking down the pavement. She checked the mailbox beside her door, seeing nothing but pointless junk and tossed it into the trash can, returning to the machine.

As she waited for the coffee to be made, her eyes closed for a moment to ease the sting behind her lids. This detective work wasn't all she expected- Well, it was. This one case was just so infuriating and she feared to find the girls dead or this to turn into a cold case. Charlotte groaned, grinding her knuckles into her eye sockets as the machine beeped. She poured a small cup and wandered into the living room. Mitsy decided to stay up stairs, enjoying the bed to herself as she slept. At least someone did.

Another knock came to her door, checking the clock Charlotte figured it was the dog walker. She opened the door again and gave the walker the day off, since she'd be home today working on the case. The walker complied and left to enjoy her early morning, Charlotte shut the door and grabbed her coffee.

Her brain begged to turn on the TV, watch something to ease her mind and stress. If she did, she would never get back into the case and that was a no go. With a sigh, she walked back to the stairs to get the papers. There had to be something missing from this case. Before she could make it to the step, a third knock came on the door.

"Oh. My. GOD." She groaned out loud, stomping over to the door and swinging it open. "What!?"

She had startled her fellow officer, Mack. "Uhh… Good morning?"

Charlotte growled and moved to close the door, but he caught it with the tip of his shoe. "Wait, Lane!"

"What?" She hissed.

"I came here to help, Boss texted me to inform you of the camera footage from the club." That got her to open the door, but he still hung outside the cold. "Unfortunately, it only showed Emery heading toward the exit."

"Nothing else? Just that, no camera in the back exit lot alley?"

"That's just it, she walked off as if ready to leave or take a smoke break." He explained. "She didn't look anything other than relaxed."

Charlotte tangled her fingers into her hair. "This doesn't help at all."

"Not even anything was left behind at the exit. There were signs of a struggle, just like the last victims."

"He's attacking the women, but no blood has ever been shown. So, we know he doesn't kill them then take them." She said. "Why only the girls involved with this club? Has there been any background checks on the club or the boss, Taylor?"

"No criminal records or anything illegal. Only that police have been there for a few fights or disputes with customers." Mack told.

"Maybe it's someone who has a grudge against the club." Charlotte purposed. "Do we have records of people causing problems?"

Mack nodded. "The club always files reports on these people, so we have a database on them."

Charlotte nodded to herself, she gulped down her now lukewarm coffee and slammed the mug on her table. "Mack, get to the precinct and get the files on those people. I'll get Loki and meet you there."

The officer frowned as she bounded up the stairs. "Couldn't you and I just handle this? Besides, he's still asleep, isn't he?"

"Good morning."

Mack jumped with a yelp, turning from the door to see Loki had slithered in, not making a sound to his presence. "Oh! You are awake."

"I tend to rise before the sun." He told, moving to take his coat off.

Charlotte yelled from the upper floor. "Don't get too cozy, Loki! We're heading to the precinct!"

He frowned as Mack made his leave, shutting the door behind him. "Have a lead, do you?" He asked, keeping his coat on.

"Just a hunch." She appeared at the banister, a tight weather on as she leaned on it to get her socks on. "We're going to question some felons and see if they have anything to do with all this. Mack's gone ahead to collect the list."

The god frowned deeper, "Yes, I was just wondering. Why was he here?" he asked.

"I'll explain along the way." She told, trotting down the stairs and slipping her shoes on quickly. Charlotte grabbed her keys and coat, ushering Loki out the door.

"So we have a list of thirteen suspects who have caused trouble at the club in the past six months." Mack explained, sitting at a computer with Charlotte hunched over beside him. Loki was absentmindedly poking around the room, but kept an ear open.

"Anyone else listed in the year or so?" She asked.

Mack looked at her. "The club opened nine months ago, so it didn't have problems until three months after."

She nodded, "Alright, print me out the papers. We'll go door to door to question each person if we have to." Charlotte told, turning to Loki. "Are you listening?"

"Always." He said, filtering with a file cabinet.

She rolled her eyes at him as the printer spat out the papers. Charlotte took a folder and started filing them orderly, seeing which ones to start with. Mack walked over, looking over her shoulder. "Want to send some officers to help collect them?"

Charlotte nodded, "Yeah, bring them in for questioning." she told.

Mack turned leaving the room to scramble for officers. Charlotte gave a look to Loki, who was filtering through someone's records with a judgemental gaze. She walked over, ripped it from his hands and shoved it back in, slamming the drawer.

"What? I was getting to the good part." He noticed her look, and raised a brow. "I heard everything; suspects that have caused trouble, bringing them into question, and we must fetch a few. I can multitask."

Charlotte nodded, "It's the only lead we have." she told.

Loki grinned and clapped his hands together. "Well then, shall we?"

They left the computer room, passing the desks of detectives and towards the front. "Wait, Lane." The two stopped as Mack approached them. "I need to text you when we get the guys in."

"Okay, and?"

Mack chuckled, "I need your number." he told, raising his phone up.

Charlotte felt her cheeks warm, "Oh, right." She keeps forgetting she lost her phone in that fire. "I had to get a new phone number, so let's see in my settings." She told, tapping through her screen to get her phone information.

She got the screen up listing her number, and recited it to Mack. He typed it into his contact and showed his screen, having her double check if it was right. When approved, he added her and sent a quick text, allowing her to add his number.

"Alright, all set." She told, pocketing her phone. Mack nodded and turned back to gather some officers. Charlotte, with Loki, left the building walking to her parked car when she noticed his look. "...What?"

"Just remind me why Officer Yack-"

"Mack."

"Is aiding in the investigation?"

She sighed as they approached her car, fishing her keys out of her pocket. "Boss told him to, said we needed help."

"Do we?"

Charlotte climbed into the driver's seat as Loki ducked into the passenger seat. "Yes, we need someone to collect the suspects so we can question them. We're going to get..." She looked at the file reading the name. "Lucian Aktinson."

"What makes this gentleman stand out?" Loki asked, as she handed him his photo. The man looked to be in his early thirties, tan skin and an aftershave. Thick black brows and a short shaved haircut.

"Gentleman? According to his record, he's had two accounts of aggravated assault, shoplifting, DUI-"

"What is that?" He asked, Charlotte glanced at him.

"What, a DUI?" Loki nodded. "Driving Under the Influence." She told, scanning the papers, then frowned. "How is this guy on the streets?" She questioned, flipping through the papers. "Ahh, he's on parole."

Loki looked up. "Parole?"

Charlotte closed the folder and handed it to him to hold as she started the car. "Means he's out of prison, but has to follow certain rules to finish his sentence. If he breaks those rules, he goes straight back to jail."

As Charlotte pulled into traffic, stopping right at a red light, Loki hummed as he read the file. "Stalking is also listed here."

"Really?"

"According to the report, 'Lucian Aktinson was accused of stalking Meranda Withers September 23rd. He was following her through the city from Center City down into the underground walkways. She eventually called the cops when reaching 16th and Locust Street, reaching the above ground." He read off in his own words.

"Hm, how'd that go when the police questioned him?" She asked.

"That's where the second aggravated assault comes into play." He told.

This caused Charlotte to frown. "On an officer? That's usually counted as a second-degree felony."

Loki shook his head, the light turned green and she drove on. "Not on the officers, a bystander who was filming the event. 'Broke the cell phone by grabbing it from the man and throwing it to the ground, then proceeded to punch him in the nose, forwarding his arrest'."

"Of course, I picked the most violent of suspects to fetch." She groaned, shaking her head. "Hope you're ready for a possible chase or fight."

Loki simply chuckled, "Always." he said.

Back in North Philly, they pulled up to an apartment building that made Charlotte's look like a penthouse. The brick walls were corroded and nearly covered in graffiti, windows with broken shades and window air conditioners that looked like they could fall out the windows at any moment. The two climbed out once parked, Charlotte locking her car as a precaution.

"Which floor is he on?" Loki asked.

Charlotte shrugged with a sigh. "He tends to move from floor to floor." He frowned at her. "He stays with friends on other floors, so he could be in his apartment or another."

Loki stretched her arms over his head, as if ready to do a marathon. "Let's get started."

They entered the building, ignoring the front desk as the overweight woman was too busy watching a soap opera on the small portable television on the counter. They climbed up the stairs, Charlotte tightened her coat to hide her badge on her hip. This was not the place to shine that thing around, if she didn't want trouble already.

"Floor four is his original apartment." She told Loki behind him, as they approached a door with what was supposed to have a 406, but the six had fallen off leaving a shadow of the number.

Charlotte knocked on the door, as Loki eyed the hallways, spotting a man stumbling out of a room a few doors down then stumbling back in. He could smell the alcohol from where he stood.

"Lucian Aktinson, may we speak with you?" She called, keeping her ear close to listen inside. No movements were made, and Loki started wandering down the hall as he knew no one was inside.

"Lucian Aktinson, we just need to-"

"He's not there." Loki told, looking up at the ceiling where cracks could be seen. He then looked down at the torn carpeted floor.

"So he's in a different apartment." She figured.

Loki shot his gaze at a window, he looked out and then back to Charlotte. "He's not even in the building."

She rushed to the window, squeezing her shoulder against his as they spotted Lucian Aktinson. He was walking to some people behind the building, looking to be trading something off as he handed them a wad of cash.

"We've got to get down there!" She told, running to the stairs. When Loki didn't follow, she was shocked to see him opening the window and climbing out. "Loki! What are you- LOKI!"

The crazy bastard jumped out! Fearful of him splattering onto the pavement, Charlotte ran back to the window. His coat fluttered behind him like a cape as he landed onto the ground with ease. As if he had jumped a few feet, not a few stories. Her jaw hung, utterly speechless by what she had just witnessed. It seemed to have caught the men off guard, as they booked it while Loki grabbed Lucian by the collar of his shirt like a cat. The dark haired amazement grinned back up at Charlotte.

"Got him!" He called, a brought child he looked like. "Shall I bring him back up or toss him in the car?"

Charlotte shook from her stupor and barked down. "Just hold him, I'll be down!" Gaining a nod from Loki as the man struggled in his grip.

"I didn't do nothing!" Lucian yelled, throwing his fists as Loki held him up in the air.

"You mean, 'I didn't do anything'." Loki corrected him calmly.

"Yo, shut up! Let me go!"

"Not until my partner gets down here." He told, folding his free arm behind his back as he waited patiently.

Charlotte exited the back door and brought over handcuffs. With Loki's help to keep the man from struggling, they cuffed his hands behind his back and started leading him back to the car.

"I didn't break my parole! You can't arrest me!" He yelled.

Charlotte opened the door, ducking his head down to get him into the back seat. "Listen, we just need to question you on a case we're working on."

"I got nothing to do with your stupid case."

"Might I ask what that discussion was with those other men?" Loki asked, hunching down to see him in the car. He went into his coat pocket and got out the wad of cash.

"Looks like a drug deal to me." Charlotte rubbed her chin, eyeing Lucian. "You are on parole, right?"

The man started to sweat into his glare. "I was trying to get something for my girlfriend!"

"Like what? Cocaine?"

The man rolled his eyes, turning away. "I don't got to answer to you."

"Don't have to." Loki corrected, making the man snarl.

"Right now, I could care less what that deal was. I just want to get to the bottom of my own case." Charlotte told, rounding the car and getting into the driver's seat. Loki followed, sitting in the passenger's seat as she started the car.

"I better be getting my parole officer when we get there." He huffed from the back seat.

Loki shook his head, turning to Charlotte. "Are all delinquents this benighted?"

"The hell is benighted? You calling me a slur?" He accused, now glaring at Loki. "I'll kick your teeth in, calling me that shit."

Loki frowned but Charlotte simply glanced in the mirror as she pulled into traffic. "And that's an infraction of a threat to bodily harm. Doing great so far, Lucian."

The rest of the ride was just snippets of angry snapping from Lucian towards the two. As much as Loki wanted to reply to each one, Charlotte kept him from doing so. Her car didn't contain a cage so what was stopping this man from kicking or hitting their seats from the back?

At the precinct, they brought Lucian in and towards the interrogation room. Seemed the officers had brought about three other men in, but Charlotte wanted this one done first for his record was worse than the others.

Cuffing him to the table, Charlotte sat across with Loki standing by the door. Leaning against the wall with arms folded and his heel crossed with the other. Charlotte opened the files that contained the information of the kidnapping, club, and photos of the girls. She lined them up and pushed the photos towards him, allowing him to take a glance.

"Pretty girls," He told, humming as he adjusted his seat the best he could.

"Ever seen them before?" She asked calmly, arms resting on the surface. Lucian leaned over, reaching to tap Emery and Jenny. "Where have you seen those two?"

"At this club I've been to. Y'know, before my arrest and shit." He answered.

"Never seen the other girls before?" She asked, tugging the two photos and pushing the others closer to him.

Lucian shrugged, "Not really. They offering to work there? I wouldn't mind seeing this one in a little number." he tapped the one photo of the teenager.

"She's too young to work and is currently missing. Just like the other two." Charlotte told, pushing the two back up. Charlotte got out his folder now, looking over his records. "Word on your record is, you've got some history with that club."

Lucian got tense, "I haven't been anywhere near that place! You think I grabbed some chicks because of that?" he snarled.

"Good motive." Charlotte shrugged. "You also were arrested for stalking a woman through the city and assaulting a man recording the incident." she eyed him. "What am I to make of that?"

Lucian slammed his fists on the table, Charlotte didn't flinch and Loki stood from the wall. "That bitch had it coming! She decided to leave me instead of talking things out."

"So you stalked her?" Loki inquired.

He glared at the god behind Charlotte. "She cheated on me! She decided to be a slut and sleep with my best friend! Meranda deserved to be a little scared for what she did to me!"

Charlotte waved her hands to get his attention. "That's not what you're here for, but it does make us question where you've been late at night. These girls are being snatched left and right and we're questioning anyone with a bad history to the club."

"Ask my parole officer, he knows I didn't do nothing."

"Anything."

"Yo, SHUT UP!" He screamed at Loki, kicking the chair behind him as he jumped to his feet. "Wipe that stupid look off!"

Loki chuckled, shaking his head. Charlotte raised a hand to calm things down. "Loki, stop with the comments." She told.

Loki huffed, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. This whole thing was getting them nowhere. Loki just had to look into their memory to see if they did it and that'd be the end of it. But it required a bit of his touch on them, he sighed and let his eyes scan the room. They fall upon the cuffs on his wrist, it would be a risk but…

Taking a breath, Loki interchanged his arm folding to flick his wrist. The chain links to the cuffs slowly bent, allowing his hands to be free. Though the two hadn't noticed as she continued to question him, and Lucian refused to answer.

"I ain't answering to no one until my parole officer gets here." He told, fists clenched tightly.

Charlotte sighed, closing the folder and taking the photos. "Fine, we're getting nowhere, anyhow." She stood and looked to Loki. "We'll put him in a holding cell until then."

This enraged Lucian. "What!? I did nothing!" He slammed his fists into the table, jumping as he realized his hands were free.

Loki regretted the action he took, as Lucian grabbed Charlotte and put her into a choke hold. The folder and contents spilled to the floor as she clawed at Lucian's arms, trying to break free. She coughed and gagged feeling her grip extremely tight, then suddenly the grip was lost as she fell to the floor. Charlotte rubbed her throat, coughing and clearing her throat, looking over. She found Loki had slammed Lucian onto the table, pressing his head onto the metal surface. Loki held his hands behind him, tightened as a threat to break his wrists. Lucian cried in pain but still cursed him off.

The commotion caused two officers to burst in, one went over to assist Loki in putting him in new handcuffs. The other knelt down to Charlotte, as she waved off she was okay. Getting to her feet, she stepped aside as the two officers dragged Lucian out.

"Put him in a holding cell…" She coughed, leaving the room.

Loki followed her as she sat on a bench to regain her composure. Loki stood close by, tilting his head to see her. "Are you alright?"

She nodded, leaning her head back and rubbing her neck. "I should've waited for his parole officer." Charlotte sighed, closing her eyes as she kept swallowing dryly.

Responsible for that, Loki glanced up and down the hall. "I'll be back." He told, trotting down and finding a soda machine.

Thankfully, a bottle of water was a selection. He placed a few dollars in and selected the bottle, letting it dispense with a thud. He bent down grabbing the cold drink and went back to Charlotte, offering it to her. She smiled in thanks and twisted the cap, taking a few gulps.

"Back to it." She stood, surprising Loki. "We still got others to question."

Loki watched as she maneuvered back into the room, picking up the fallen photos and papers. She had tenacity, brushing off a large violent man from trying to choke her out to questioning another potential violent man. Loki didn't think he would attack her, he was aiming to be the target. Instead, Lucian went for the smaller of the room and it was Charlotte.

Nonetheless, Loki himself knew from getting a glimpse of his memory, Lucian had never stepped foot near the club since his arrest. The bastard was innocent and it was frustrating enough with that, he also couldn't just tell Charlotte without proof. Well, his magic was proof, but as per rule he couldn't tell her. Eventually, they'd find him with an alibi.

After four hours of questioning no leads were made to the serial kidnapper. The two were left in the room when the last suspect was let go, Charlotte's head resting in vain on the table as Loki was rubbing his forehead in frustration. He had glimpsed into a few and some he wished he hadn't. The vision of a man's fetish will never leave his poor mind.

A knock came on the open door, Mack was peeking in. "Anything?"

"No." Moaned Charlotte face still into the table.

Loki dropped his arms and stood. "This whole ordeal leads to a waste of complete time and effort."

"Not entirely," Mack tried to reason. "We eliminated some suspects- Wait, even Lucian?"

Charlotte turned her head, her cheek pressed onto the cold metal. "He was in jail for some time and was just released on parole two weeks ago. During the time, his officer and his girlfriend confirmed an alibi that he wasn't anywhere near the club nor left his apartment."

Mack frowned, "Damn, so back to point zero." he guessed. "We have to move fast before he takes another victim."

Charlotte's brows raised, "Maybe we want him to." The men gave her a look. She stood turning to them. "We need a bait, we know the types he takes so it should be too hard."

Loki raised a brow. "So we find a mistress willing to put herself on the line for us to catch this man."

"Who would do that?" Mack asked.

Charlotte folded her arms, her eyes casted downward before meeting them once more. "I will."

"What!?" The men shouted.

"It's the only way, we can't risk putting those girls on the line, it has to be me." She told them.

"No way, Johnson wouldn't allow this." Mack firmly told.

Charlotte marched to the door and shut it, keeping their words silent to the room only. "Then we don't tell Johnson."

Mack paced about, finding this idea ridiculous. Loki turned to her as she leaned onto the door. "I never could imagine agreeing with him," He threw a thumb to the pacing officer. "but this is madness."

"Comes with the job, there will be times I have to put myself on line to find a killer, kidnapper, or serial anything." She argued.

Mack stepped back up to her. "No way, we'll get another officer to take the place."

"I won't have us losing an officer on my account."

"So you rather have us lose you on our account?"

Charlotte sighed, combing her fingers through her hair. "I'll have my gun with me and a pair of cuffs." She tried to ease them.

"That's no better." Loki told. "What if he's armed as well, or shoots you in the process of you extracting your gun?"

"That's why I'll be wired." The two blinked at her. She rolled her eyes, not thinking she'd have to explain every detail. "Wire me up, I'll go as a 'drunken patron' and see if I can fish him out. You guys just stay on my heels if it appeases you."

Mack and Loki looked to one another, the god felt uneasy having her constantly putting herself in danger. He had already saved her from that fire, but this was different. Then again, worst comes to worst, he could always use his magic to track them down or kill the man if need be.

"Alright." Loki agreed, making Charlotte pat his shoulder in thanks. He stood beside her as they looked at Mack who was still uneasy about the plan.

"Knowing you, you'll go through with it even if Boss tells you himself not to do it." He figured, earning a confident nod from her. "Fine, we better set the plan now before night falls on us."

"It's honestly honorable you came to us to fix you up tonight." The red head, Felicity told as she started teasing Charlotte's hair.

Another blonde, Margery, was picking outfits out that would fit Charlotte's body type. "Thankfully you have the same shape as an oldie we fired a while ago."

Charlotte sat there, her face red as these women founded over and worked to make her look as sultry as possible. She sat at the make up table in her undergarments, subconsciously folding her arms when she felt the bra was sinking off her breasts. They took good care of her, at first concerned over the idea but glad to help. Anything to get Jenny and Emery back, they'd help in any way they could.

"You know, I think purples would be great in contrast to your red hair." Margery said, holding up some deep purple tops and a black mini skirt.

Charlotte shook her head, making Felicity pause on her hair. "Nothing too revealing, please. Maybe a skirt to the knees or something?"

"This is actually our longest skirt." She told, making Charlotte stand to hold up against her wide hips and thighs. "Besides, you may as well show off those curves, right?"

Charlotte frowned, wishing to have a robe on right now to cover her 'curves'. "More like collected fat, if anything."

The girls collectively gasped at her words, one softly bonking the top of her hair with the brush. "That word doesn't exist in our vocabulary. We are all built differently and beautifully. Just as the men are built differently too."

Charlotte would argue, but there was a different body sense compared to Loki and Mack. Loki towered and stood sternly thin while Mack was wide with muscles and a tad shorter. Emery was built a bit like Charlotte, wider down below and smaller up above.

"Do men like bigger women?" She asked.

Trisha, testing makeup, shrugged beside her. "It all depends. I think men aren't picky at all. So long as something shakes in their face or on their dicks."

Charlotte coughed at her choice of words as Felicity tsked at her. "Of course they like different types. Just like women are picky with men."

"Oh yeah, what's your type?"

Felicity grinned as she continued with Charlotte's hair. "Oh, the silent type for sure. Stoic and takes care of a woman." She sighed, smiling to herself.

"Screw that!" Trisha barked, making Felicity give a look. "A man better provide good sex, that's all I care about."

"Not a shocker, Trish." Margery told. "What about you Charlotte?"

She froze, being put on the spot. Wasn't this supposed to be a sting operation not a gal pal session? "I… I don't really have a type."

"Oh, you prefer the other platters?" Trisha teased, winking at her.

Charlotte gulped, "I… I don't know." she confessed. "I never had a relationship before."

"Not even in high school?"

"Er, no." She told, looking anywhere but herself in the mirror or the girls.

Trisha hummed, "Not even those two guys you brought with you?" she asked.

Charlotte turned and glared, "Hell no! They are my work partners, nothing more!" she defended.

Felicity shrugged, "I think that British guy is gay, anyway. I've seen how he softens up the guys when you get here." she told.

Charlotte sighed, "He told me he plays both fields, I'm not shocked." she told.

"So then the blondie?" Margery teased.

"Literally another cop, not to mention relationships aren't allowed at work." She explained.

"Aww, boo." Felicity whined, putting the brush down and getting the hairspray. "That's not fun." Felicity was starting to remind her of her sister. "Alright, hair is done!"

Charlotte got wired up and into the outfit, adjusting some to feel a bit more comfortable. She looked into the mirror, a satin black wrap around crop top with long flowy sleeves, black high waist straight cut skinny jeans with transparent vinyl heels. Her knees and ankles threatened to shake wearing the damn things, raising her height a few inches. Her long, usually unmanageable hair was now flowing down her shoulders like silk curtains, light make up of blush, eye liner, and soft tone of lipstick. Charlotte was shocked by her reflection in the mirror, she didn't even recognize herself. The clothing hugged her figure making it look attractive for once,

A knock on the door gained the girl's attention, Trisha peeked out and nodded, allowing the visitor to enter. Looking above her head, she spotted Loki entering, and she turned to him. The confidence she held at all times was dwindling down now that he was taking in her image.

"S-So, um… Is this good enough?" She asked, refusing to make eye contact with him.

Loki had seen her true figures thanks to some night clothing or her casual clothing. But he really saw how fit she truly was. A toned stomach with not a single flap of flesh, her hips were tight and her legs were smooth. Despite her body shape of her hips and thighs wider and her top smaller, the curves of her waist helped her look provocative in the outfit. Charlotte for sure was very much a different type of woman, both body and mind, than the ones he had ever encountered in Asgard.

"Perfect for the job." He nodded, a confident smile to encourage her.

Charlotte glanced up, she took a breath and walked with Loki leaving the dressing room. Mack took to keeping an eye outside the building about a block away, Loki sitting on one side of the club while Charlotte sat by the front near the dancers. It was hard to even act drunk let alone relax enough to think drunk. She felt stiff as a board, cold as an iceberg and nervous as all hell. The martini glass of water in her hands hadn't left her tight fingers as her ears ached from the loud booming music and eyes strained against the bright flashing lights.

"Can you hear me?" Charlotte restrained from turning as she heard Loki's voice in her ear from the ear piece she wore. "You look as though you are ready to bolt for the door."

She huffed at his words, bringing a hand up to brush some hair from her face. "I've told you, I never been to clubs or did any of this." She whispered for him to hear.

"Nonetheless, the culprit could be here in the crowd watching." He told, and she knew he was right.

Her throat had been dry, so she sipped on the warm water and swallowed it thickly. How long did it take for someone to get drunk on martinis? Charlotte routined herself to look around her peripherals as her eyes gazed past the dancers to the wall, sipping her water as it was replaced about five times. Her stomach was feeling full of water, pushing herself gently from the table. She took a small break to the women's bathroom and practiced her 'drunk walk' as it grew past midnight. She let out a few yawns and left the room, returning to her table. She left a few bills to give the initiative she was done, letting her tired mind drunk state her toward the front door. The cold air punched her hard, making her gasp as she left the club and walked down the street past Mack's location.

"I've been stumbling, near breaking my ankles for six blocks now. Nothing is happening." She told, near tripping on a crack.

"Want me to come pick you up?" Mack offered.

"Don't bother, I'm near my apartment. We'll call it a night here." She told straightening to walk and stopping to take off her heels. Despite the cold cement, she didn't want to slip on ice in these things. "Ah! Cold! Ass ice cold!"

"How about a lift?"

Extra long chapter in honor of my delay this month. Just two more Sundays and two weeks of November and I can return to my casual writing! Hang in there!