#harriet.2

Maggie wanted to know more about this stupid fog, but she knew better than to ask Daniel or Brandon for information on an ongoing investigation/natural phenomenon. If she wanted to learn her enemy she’d have to go about it from a different angle. The Grimm had published several sources on the subject, and Harriet’s mind was as sharp as Maggie’s shooting.  

She couldn’t get people out of Underland, she didn’t have the space-- the familial home wasn’t hers to give rooms away in, and Alex was already at capacity. The least she could do for the situation at large was find a way to try and do something. What kind of Marine sat around and let others solve the issue? A shitty one. 

Learning Harriet’s coffee and breakfast order hadn’t actually been very hard. Getting into The Grimm offices hadn’t been either. Maybe she ought to hire herself out as security. 

“Hey, Harriet.” She said, sliding the coffee and food over to Harriet’s desk. “How have you been holding up? You and Chad are both safe, right?”