#alessiapixie

 Jaime sat in his office, secluded from everyone else in the bureau, trying to avoid everyone at any costs. He began sorting through papers, skimming through words and letters that he forgot he had. It was rare to relive something you've forgotten, though you've lived the memory anyway. The FBI agent stopped at something he found interesting-- a file on Alcala, one of the worst serial killers of all time. The man began to read it interestingly, deep in thought, almost as if he were in a trance...

...until someone walked in and interrupted his musings. Looking up to see a petite blonde standing in front of him, he smiled kindly, brows raised as he looked for any gestures that looked like she was preparing for an attack. Nothing. So he stood up politely to welcome her, although he had received no call that she was coming in.

        The table outside was set up for lunch, mostly salad because it wad Cecelia's turn to make the meal and hey, she didn't want to kill them all. Anyway, salads and sandwiches was good lunch. Plus it was too hot for a proper cooked meal. Of course it was the hottest part of the day and then this was LA. They had moved out here about a year ago now, and it suited them. Lex was doing well at school, Cee, Jason and Al were doing well in their jobs. They'd come to Hollywood to live the dream and it seemed they had found it. 

Cecelia hummed to herself, leaning over Lex's head to put the last salad bowl on the table, winking at Jason then sticking her tongue out to Violet. "You're from the seventies but I'm a nineties b--"

all while entertaining ophie

HELL YEAH JEDWARD WOO

                "Mrs Holmes!? Sweetness?! I need medical attention! Stat! Alright, just kidding, just smile for the camera please."