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Filling A Sixteen Year Long Void

Much to Todd's dismay, Sicillian and Dirk kept tailing him after the car was parked outside the Ridgely.

"What the- no stop, why are you following me?" The Brotzman was getting, in Sicillian's opinion, reasonably annoyed with them.

"We live here now. Why do you think we were talking to Dorian?" The British man asked as though it were obvious.

"I'm sorry, we? Dirk, I have my own apartment I'm not- I'm not living with you?" The green eyed girl paused in her tracks.

"Oh, well I mean, I just assumed since you're my assistant that you might want to..." He trialed off, frowning.

"That's... That's not how these things work. You need to formally ask someone, Jesus..." Sicillian sighed.

"Oh! Well in that case, Sicillian. Would you like to temporarily live with me while we solve the case?" Dirk smiled brightly. The American woman bit her lip in thought.

"Aw what the hell, I can't believe I'm saying this, but sure. I can get some stuff from my place tonight and move it over, but this is not a permanent arrangement!" She insisted.

"Screw this." Todd muttered, bored of their conversation. He ran up the steps to his apartment, attempting to get there before the two caught up. Dirk, close behind, wrapped his hand around the door frame, only to have the shorter man slam the door onto it, causing the man in the yellow jacket to shriek in pain.

"Shit, Dirk are you okay?" Sicillian asked, catching up just as Todd opened the door again to also check on him.

"Aha!" He yelled, using it as an opportunity to enter the room. The American woman rolled her eyes, following after.

"Ugh, what do you want now?"

"I need you to work with us! I wanted to discuss the case." He explained.

"What case?" Todd sighed, devoid of all care.

"The death of Patrick Spring." Sicillian replied, perching herself on the arm of the chair Dirk already occupied.

"The incident at the Perri
Yman Grand. I was hired to investigate the event by the victim." Dirk told him excitedly.

"Patrick Spring, the rich guy? He's the one who died?" Sicillian nodded at this statement.

"That's right. He hired me, way above my normal pay rate to investigate is own death a full six weeks before it happened! I wouldn't have taken the case, but come on."

"And how am I involved in this?" Todd asked tiredly. To her dismay Sicillian felt herself adapt to answer the question. The headaches were getting tiresome.

"You were there, the day it happened. They used your key, the cases are connected-" The ex bellhop cut across her.

"How could you possibly know that? Doesn't matter. Listen, you seem like nice guys, or... Not nice, but guys, alright? But I can't do this I'm a murder suspect, I'm broke-" She didn't answer his first question, unable to as her explanation continued.

"Money won't be a problem for you soon. Now you've been told you're working the case, you're working the case. The universe will make you a part of this, whether you are complicit or not, you are now a vital part of the investigation." Sicillian let out a huge sigh as the adaptation ended and she regained control of her speech.

"Dirk have you ever solved a case?" Todd asked, fortunately not questioning the American woman's words.

"Sure tonnes. Well... Some. Well a few... There was a bit about a sofa, a thing with Thor-"