#nomadkiing

It was a complete and utter downpour, the large drops of rain coming down in hard waves that felt the sky was dumping countless buckets of water on Valin’s head. Her hair and clothes were drenched, her hands shook with the chill that was settling nicely into her bones, and there was nothing she could do about it. She didn’t have a place of her own, nowhere she could go to protect herself from the storm until it passed.

Never mind the cop- familiar to her only in the sense that they had run into each other before- that was currently shouting at her to come with him. Darkened blue eyes giving him a pointed look from behind waterlogged strands of hair that very clearly showed she didn’t trust anything he was currently saying to her. She also flipped him off, to make sure he really got the hint to leave her alone, middle finger raised in his direction for a few good seconds before she let it go to curl both arms around herself.

The text had worried him greatly, and Adam nearly called her to see what was wrong, but in his mind, that would have been wasting time. He made quick work getting into his car and speeding over to her place. He was surprised to be greeted immediately at the door, noting that her appearance was fine, and from what he could see in view of the doorway there was nothing wrong or disturbed with the interior of the house. So what was the emergency?

Pie.

Apparently, pie was the emergency. He was frozen in place as his mind repeated what he heard a few times, thinking maybe he didn’t hear her correctly. “P–pie?”

“Yes, pie.” 

She points towards the kitchen, holding the door open for him to come inside. “Look, it’s pi day -- you know, March 14th, three-fourteen? three point one four? Pi -- and you have you make pie on pi day. I mean it’s pie day. But, uh, I kind of made... a lot of pies...” 

It would be only a slight exaggeration to say that there are pies on every surface of her kitchen. (But only slight.) There are no less than ten pies. 

“Buongiorno, amico mio!” Alessio exclaimed as he stopped by his Adam’s desk on his way to the locker room. Hip resting against the other cop’s desk as he leaned over to place an affectionate kiss on the man’s head. The sweet smell of sugar and spicy tinge of cinnamon cling to him today, giving off a hint of what is in the still warm tupperware container that gets placed on top of a growing stack of papers. “How long have you been here?”

The officer’s visit was a surprise, really. The home will usually get calls beforehand when someone is visiting, to set appointments and clean the manor a little. When the officer arrived, Kieran was almost flushed with embarrassment with how there are toys and stacks of books are randomly in the corners or on tables. Well, it happens when there are more than 10 children or varying ages in under one roof.

“Yes, we can use the study to talk,” Kieran nods, passing the coffee to him. Before he could lead them to said room, the caregiver is stopped at least three times by different kids, one with a question about her homework, one politely asking for a biscuit for a snack, another asking if he could go to town on the next weekend to find a textbook for school.

“Just trying to spare you the terrible hangover you’re going to have tomorrow.”

As if the fury burning in her eyes wasn’t enough then Valin was signing to him so fast that her wrist popped with the force of how hard she was flinging her hand around. ❝You saw what happened and did nothing!❞

Thankfully, Alessio was used to staying up until somewhere around this time so he wasn’t quite as tired. Even so, he still shared the gratitude towards Denny’s and their unholy hours. “You look pretty beat. Do you want me to drive you home? I can come back for my ride and you could always eat those waffles in the morning.”

“What is your family like?” Valin signed curiously, turning herself around slightly to face him more as she does so.