#highw0men

kiera stood outside the club in the parking lot, her sweatpants and heels contrasting against each other. she wrapped her arms tightly around her torso, pulling her jacket tighter around herself. "i know that," she looked away from winona for a moment. she didn't know if the woman was talking to her as a cop or as a potential friend. "i don't- i don't want to cause trouble." kiera admitted. it was rare for her, not wanting to cause trouble or destabilize something. she'd always been someone inclined to make as much trouble as possible when cornered. this time though, she wasn't interested in making waves, she felt like she was just out of her depth. "how can i help without it getting back to me?"

it's not like they solve crimes for a living, but they investigate crimes to retell to the truest. and the evidence is damning. this was @highw0men though. her best friend. could she be capable of something like this? "andy, i don't ... " a breath is taken, hand rubbing at the back of her neck around to the side as a sigh is expelled. "the evidence against you is pretty convincing if it ... if it wasn't you." what was wrong with izzie? even entertaining the thought that andrea could do what she was being accused of?

amelia could not help but stare at ellis in awe. she knew aunts were not supposed to play favorites, yet it had always been there / their strong connection. zola was maggie's, bailey was mer's and @highw0men was hers – in temperament too, one might feel the need to add. god, she missed her. she knew why meredith had moved with them but... things were much easier when her nieces and nephew were right across the hall and not across the country. taking a step closer to the girl, amelia ran her fingers through her hair. brown, just like amelia's ( and just like derek's. ) ❝ i like the new hair, munchkin. has your mom seen it yet? ❞ the neurosurgeon inquired, raising an eyebrow as she spoke to her niece.