Take a Break

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#LetLaukiBeHappy2020

Takes place sometime after chapter 38

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You see, Officer Lauren Sinclair has this... bad habit.

Everyone has bad habits, whether it be overspending, nail biting, procrastination, or even picking your nose in public.

Lauren's bad habit is overworking herself. She's been like this for the last 10 years, getting little sleep or forgetting to eat for something like work or looking over a cold case. Her new "nightly activities" haven't been helping either. And before you get the wrong idea about Lauren, it's important to note that these "nightly activities" do not involve prostitution.

Lauren Sinclair is one half of a vigilante duo called Lune.

As you can probably imagine, vigilantism takes up a lot of free time. For someone like Lauren who scoffs at the thought of sleep and turns her nose up at full meals, this makes getting any sort of rest pretty challenging. Throw in her asshat captain (who definitely has it out for her) and self care is scarce.

That's what brought Lauren to where she is now. Running from the police and right behind her other half, Kieran White AKA the Purple Hyacinth. Strangely enough, as Lauren ran behind Kieran her vision started to dim. As you can imagine, your vision dimming while you make spectacular jumps from roof to roof in an attempt to lose the cops is a pretty terrible situation to be in. She could hardly see as it was due to the dark of night, and keeping track of Kieran was getting more and more difficult. Her body felt like lead and all she wanted to do was lay down. Sinclair's cognitive thinking was in the trash along with her reflexes at that point, and she couldn't keep going for much longer.

Speaking of not going for much longer, she was starting to slow down and Kieran was nothing more than a blur by then. A blur that was getting farther and farther away. Why couldn't she hear the police anymore? They were so loud a second ago... Where did the cops go? Lauren's eyes wandered from in front of her to the street below, searching for the legion of men who had been right behind them a moment before. Wow, searching is hard when it's pitch black and your vision is tunneling.

"Hey officer, you're not looking so hot there." Kieran? Where was that voice coming from?

"Right over here, darling." Lauren spun to her left and almost tumbled off the roof, a hand grabbing her arm and hefting her further onto the building.

"Calm down there before you get yourself killed. Don't need my partner dying already," Kieran said lightheartedly, a contrast to the way he subtly checked Lauren over, "Speaking of dying, you didn't happen to get shot or something during our little excursion, did you?"

"Nah, 'm fine..." Officer Sinclair tried, shaking her head.

On second thought, shaking her head might not have been the best idea, her vision swirling around with the action. Lauren reached out a shaky hand to catch herself on something, missing at first before latching onto something more solid. Warm, too, after she thought about it. Standing had seemed to be doing more harm than good by then, her shaking legs evidence of that. Using Kieran's hand as leverage, she decided to try lowering herself to the ground. Lauren's legs almost immediately gave out, dropping her on her ass like a sack of potatoes.

"Lauren? Can you say something for me?" The voice- Kieran- asked. Now that she thought about it, no. That's too much effort. And she told him just that. Which, evidently, was the wrong move because then he was laughing at her.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" Her partner asked with a chuckle. Lauren had no clue whether she was hurt anywhere or not, everything ached so bad. She had no idea what to tell him, so she shrugged her shoulders.