#lagarrotte

Luke wanders from room to room, searching for Giselle. It’s not one of his mother’s mansions that he’s in, it’s mission-related, so that means it’s a target’s home...and he can’t seem to remember how he got there. But he knows he isn’t alone. At least he shouldn’t be. Giselle came with him, he remembers that part. But where is she? He thought she was in the room next to him, but when he went to check on her, she wasn’t there. “Giselle?” It’s when his voice gets no response that he can feel the prickle of panic rising inside of him. Everything feels off about this mission. It’s not like Giselle to stay quiet like this. Unless... 

Each room he passes is empty and the panic is rising in him like a tide. “Giselle?” Luke hates that he can hear it crashing in his voice, but this isn’t normal. And as much as he tries to tell himself he’s just overreacting, he knows he’s not.

The only room left is the kitchen and he knows Giselle would’ve had no reason to enter the room, not with how this mission was set up. But he heads towards it anyway, his feet seeming to move on their own accord. It’s in the doorway that he sees her dark hair against the white tiles of the floor and in that moment, the world is ripped out from under him. Her body is laying in a pool of blood, her arms and legs spilled around her as if she simply crumbled to the ground like an abandoned puppet. 

“No, no, no----!”

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“I’m not even jealous.”

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[like that au we talked about with profiler mark and wild agent luke kinda]

Giselle peered at the other women through her cracked door. They’d spoken a few times. As with Giselle before her, she’d not gotten too warm with Radmila, and the Frenchwomen could tell she wasn’t fond of Lily. She didn’t blame her. Most people who knew the truth had moments of dislike for her. So, the blonde gravitated towards the only other woman: Giselle.

But it was late. Later than normal for room calls. She couldn’t think of whyEmma would want to be in her room. Asking to share her bed due to Lily wanting to clean her room and sending her Giselle’s way. On the other hand… she couldn’t think of any real reason to say no… Her bed is big enough, and she has a small sofa in the rather sizeable room. She stepped aside and opened the door wider. “Why not. Could be fun to gossip. I’ve not had a sleepover since I was girl.”