Kit looked up from the spot he'd focussed his attention on as conversation between him and Robbie had dried up and both men had allowed themselves to slip into their own thoughts. A wry smile touched his lips as he got up and walked over to the kitchen and he observed the Network officer stood at the sink, bright yellow rubber gloves pulled up to his elbows and hands submerged in warm soapy water. Kit's coming into the kitchen hadn't gone unnoticed and the Network officer looked at him sheepishly before continuing on with the small job he'd given himself. He finished washing up and rinsing the plates beneath the water and placed them on the drainer to dry. It hadn't escaped Kit's notice that this wasn't the first piece of housework the Network officer had completed in the kitchen.
"We should have you here every day. I don't think the kitchen's been this clean in a long time, you ever thought of doing this full time? I'd hire you," Kit joked, the smile still fixed on his lips.
Again Kit's smile was returned and the Network officer removed the rubber gloves, "On the odd occasion but it doesn't quite have the same level of variety as this job. To be honest, nothing could have more variety than this assignment."
"Oh yeah, you could say that. You guys have started with moving a beheaded leader, taken over from most of Elias' guys, made your own base out of two of the empty houses, spent hours interrogating Robyn, caused Nine to fly off home in a huff and sent Ché off as well all while watching the fireworks that have been going off lately. I can't say that I envy you being stuck on the fringes of all this but at least I guess when it's all blown over you can go home and onto your next assignment. What do we call you anyway?"
The Network officer was about to answer when a loud knock on the front door interrupted him and in walked Langford. Having acknowledged a silent gesture that he was fine to leave, the Network officer smiled goodbye to Kit and nodded a goodbye to Robbie whose features were marred with concern for the fact that it appeared Langford had returned to the house alone.
What had seemed like a long day had drawn into what it felt like was going to be a long night for Toksvig. No matter how hard he'd tried he hadn't been able to hide his disdain at having been assigned to supervising Robyn at the hospital on his and Peters' drive over. He wanted to back in Lazytown on patrol and couldn't count the amount of times he'd swapped his supervisory roles with his comrades to patrol the town instead. He also couldn't count the amount of times he'd asked Langford for a transfer to another team and been turned down. It had come as a surprise to him that he was the only one who had voiced any objections to protecting a girl he had no care for.
'If Lily's going to kill her she might as well hurry up and get it over with so we can go home. I don't know why Langford had to waste his time bringing her back, the silly bitch might still be dead on the cold concrete right now if he'd just left her. Can't say it's more than she deserves.' He thought to himself as he looked over at the sleeping girl on the bed in the hospital room he was now sat in.
As if she'd heard him say the words out loud, Robyn stirred. Without opening her eyes she turned her head on the pillow so she was facing Toksvig who was sat with Peters at the foot of her bed. Her eyes opened and Toksvig felt as though they were burning a hole right the way through him. He was transfixed by the darkness he could see in what he remembered to be light blue orbs as she'd pushed herself into a sitting position so she could see him better.
She'd picked up on his thoughts.
Langford remained standing as Kit resumed his seat on the sofa. On the drive back to town he'd questioned himself on how he was going to break the news of the recent developments to the two men he had no doubt would be the most greatly affected by it. He knew that Kit had a temper and was prone to outbursts but given Robbie's actions earlier he couldn't expect a calm reception from him either. Knowing full well that the people in Lazytown had been slow to show any trust in his men he'd come to the uncomfortable conclusion that absolute transparency was the only foreseeable option and it was in keeping with this philosophy that he began to fill the two men in on every tiny detail.
He only wondered what reaction he'd get from telling Robyn's brother what had happened. It wasn't an appealing prospect but Morgan had as much right to know what had happened as anyone else.
Peters had detected the sudden change in atmosphere in the room as Robyn had stirred. He'd felt the air become considerably oppressive and that feeling intensified as Robyn woke up and sat staring at Toksvig. Looking from Robyn to his partner he realised that Toksvig had to have forgotten the girl's ability to read thoughts and let his dislike of her shine through them.
"You might as well say out loud what you were thinking." Robyn purred, "It's no good trying to hide it."
Toksvig licked his lips nervously. He just couldn't translate his thoughts into words.
"Get out!" Robyn warned her voice low and dangerous. "Get out before I throw you out!"
Peters watched in surprise as Toksvig needed no second invitation to leave the room and abandoned his post at speed. He was still staring at the door that Toksvig had passed through when he became intensely aware that Robyn had turned her attention to him.
"You too." He'd heard her hiss as without any control of his faculties he stood and walked through the door which promptly slammed behind him.
Robyn's anger subsided as soon as the link between her and Peters had been cut off and she drew her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and hugging them close she buried her face into them. She didn't hear the door open, nor did she hear the silent footsteps of the person that almost glided across the room to her and touched her on the cheek.
Startled, Robyn's legs dropped back onto the bed and she turned quickly to face the person that had touched her.
"Lucien," She said, barely able to raise her voice above a whisper.