Author's Note: I've always thought it was odd that the first time Steven speaks with Connie, she mentions, "My dad works for a bunch of different beaches, so we're never in the same place long." While her mother is a Doctor, and it would make more sense if they moved for her traveling. What if Connie's dad was more important than we anticipated?
Season one, episode eighteen - Fusion Cuisine
Priyanka can tell I'm stressed. She's hopped in the drivers seat without saying a word. I love having a partner I can trust to take command. I promise her greys are genetic, and I love her just the same. The ride home was rough, mentally debating what to do hurt, like really hurt. Our daughter finally made a friend. Our sweet little angel's first real friend... and they're in a blended family with the aliens my boss has me searching for.
We found the beach the alien inhabitants called Gems use as their base. It's been several years of moving, and this is the closest we can now observe them. I want my daughter to be happy. Her little face when she asked if she could still hang out with Steven. How could I say no? But how do I write a report? Can I vaguely interview the bus driver about being lifted? I'm going to leave the kids, and his home out. If I write about the fusion called "Alexandrite" that could be enough to pass for now.
We got home, and everyone went their separate ways. Priyanka to shower, Connie wanted to brush up before tomorrows test, and I had to figure out how to type up this report.. It was going to be a long evening in my sound proofed office. Shelving covered in every piece of geek memorabilia that inspired me to stumble and climb the cybercrime branch to where I am today... Our department is a little short staffed, or rather it's difficult to find people meeting our requirements, but moonlighting as a field officer has its cool moments.
First to call up the bus station, and find out what number was involved. The station manager is more than happy to share the epic story about the monster, but slightly disappointed I'm not the news station, and involved with law enforcement. Well, that's a quick way to encompass it. I jot down the actual bus number involved, along with the driver's name, phone number, and address. Most people don't like late night visits. Some people are a little too happy about a bump in the night, I'll pay him a visit in the morning. This will beef up my mini report in the mean-time. I know the higher ups are gonna be beyond thrilled, while potentially skeptical once they hear about an Evangelion looking alien appearing along the main road. With myself, and another eye witness verification!
I'm sure more would pop up if we put the word out, but we really don't want the citizens in a panic. Mayor Dewey is more incompetent than the last town's leader. Another reason I love this quaint beach town, they're not as developed as the big touristy ones. No cameras at every intersection, or corner of every building, while simultaneously having a low crime rate for their citizens. It never would have blipped on our Chief's map if this one active teenagers blog didn't attempt to document the supernatural events. We follow him through three differently curated blogs. Keep Beach City Weird, indeed.
It was getting late and my brain was starting to go in multiple directions. I sure hope someone opposes Dewey in the upcoming election. I assume we will still be here by then, this could be one of our longest stays in one place since our college days! I turned on my lap, and refocused my eyes at my laptop. Oof. I realized I had started typing up my hopes and dreams of truly settling down, and building my own shire in the backyard. I'd have to bring in a ton of soil. "Lemme just... select that, and drag it over here," I cut that bit into a new WordPad and saved it. My report still looked small "Do.. do I alter the line spacing a smidge? Lower the header? ... just hit send?" I clap my head between my hands, and squish my cheeks up into my eyes for a few seconds. "Just send." I tell myself, as I attach the file and send it on its way.