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" I like her…" Edward said , leaning back in his chair , smirking.
" Like who? " Crane replied , updating information on Edward's chart with his dinosaur of a computer.
"… . I like her. She's not afraid of…all of this. " he said , motioning his hand to indicate their little world of The Rouges Gallery.
"…She's careless in that respect…She just runs right out into things. Being careless is not the same as being fearless…" he said , typing away.
"…You seem to have quite a bit of her research on your desk. To be saying such negative things about her. " he said , balancing a pencil on his nose. " The possible correlations of psychosomatic symptoms and telepathy…quite advantageous…" he said , smirking as he peered at a journal that was opened.
" Her work isn't complete trite….her discussions about Traumatic Brain Injury are quite revolutionary….she had done testing with stem-cells and repairing damaged tissue during her residency …but she threw in a possible theory that the individuals that got the treatment were experiencing memories from the mothers of the fetus' that the cells came from.." Crane said , deep in thought.
" Oh , Jon. I just don't know if I'm ready to bring a girl into this relationship. " Edward chuckled out.
"…You're hilarious. Are you finished or do you want to try piss me off enough to throw this coffee in your face , Cause I'll do it , Son. " he said , deadpanned , in that drawn out southern tone.
" Speaking of which…I think I could use a cup. " Edward said , sneering.
" If you interrupt her session , Edward I will end you. " he said , looking at him.
" I just want to see if I can catch a glimpse…..of the woman that was good enough to be the great Add to dictionary partner.." he said , dramatically , exiting just so.
"….Diagnosis Update : …Rule Out Delusional Disorder." Crane said , as he continued typing,
Edward came back into his office.
" Was she too much for ya , Ed? " Crane said.
" No..She's gone. " Edward replied , looking perplexed.
Crane stood. " Gone? " he said , raising a brow.
" Yes , Gone. Vamoosed , Exited , Left , Flown The Coop!" Edward said.
Crane stood and walked into the kitchen , walking into her office. Which was decorated as he suggested. A print of Edward Munch's "The Scream " was on the wall. Jon made a little chuckle at that.
Edward looked to her books.
"…Encyclopedia of Depression , DSM-5.." a beat. " Oooh…Traveler's guide to ancient Egypt.." Edward said, " So she's not a complete stick in the mud like you are.." Edward sneered at Crane.
" She's not the type to just leave…" Crane said , looking to the window. At the wheat.
He frowned.
" Unless it's for something she wants. Augh , that woman.." he said , bolting out the door slamming the screen door behind him. Edward put the book down and followed suit.
" That woman , that stubborn as a mule , pigheaded , little pain in the ass …I told her not to come out here.." Crane muttered to himself , sounding like a southern grandmother angry at her grandchildren , just looking for an exuse to punish them.
" Why would she want to come out here? Does she know abou- " Crane put a hand to Edward's mouth , hearing Nina.
" …completely indicative of amateur magic…Any experienced magic user knows that in order to keep the mortal world in the dark about magic , you must seal the magic within the object you used to cast the spell , or else. This happens.." Nina said when she walked around the pentagram. She was speaking into a voice recorder.
Crane stepped into the clearing ready to tear her a new one , when he saw what Nina was filming.
Things , were floating in the clearing. Rocks , wheat , leaves. And a strange noise was coming from it , sounding like a faint , whippoorwill's call in the breeze.
"My god , What the hell..?" he said , he had forgotten his anger till he laid eyes on Nina.
She was so laser focused on this anomaly. That when he walked over to her and barked anger at her , she lost her footing and fell onto the Pentagram. She floated upward at about 9 or 10 feet. She struggled to keep her skirt down.
"…Child , I told you to stay in the office! Why the hell did you come out here?!" he bellowed up at her.
" Gee , Sorry Dad…By the way I need you to sign my report card while your at it.." she said , floating in a circular motion. Trying to figure out how to get down.
" I take that back , Jon…I -really- like her…" Edward smirked.
"..Seriously , why are you out here , Nina? " he asked.
Nina blinked…this was the first time he said her first name.
"…I wanted to see what was left of it…We're definitely dealing with a rookie , …Whoever was here last night didn't seal their magic back up!" she said , yelling down at him.
" We? We're not dealing with anything. The only thing we're doing is standing here in a damn wheat field looking like a bunch of jackasses.." he said looking up at her , squinting for the sun.
" Listen…I need you to go back to the house and get some salt and some oil. Can you do that? " Nina asked.
" If I do this , will you please leave this alone and just work? " Crane asked , his white coat blowing in the breeze the clearing had made.
" I'll work.." she said smirking. Crane threw his hands up and quickly made his way back to the house.
Edward smiled and looked to her.
" Have you always had that…rapid fire wit? " Edward asked her , trying to help lighten this situation up.
" I call it..my rolodex of hate. " she said , giggling. "…You need it to survive medical school. " she said , trying to avoid a tree branch as she was flung around by the forces in the wheat field.
" So. You know any good songs? " Edward asked , looking up at her