#꒰ ♡ ꒱ amateur detective ╱ nancy jones ◞

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Tag Dump - Muses, 6/?

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Joe blinked rapidly, looking between Sylvia and Nancy as the former began translating. When Nancy finished, he held up a hand, clearing his throat.

“Uh. How… how did you do that? I couldn’t even keep up telepathically.”

Sylvia laughs. “You are brave, getting into that head. To answer your question, I’ve known them for their entire life.” She smiles. “Of course I know how to translate Nancy when she’s excited.”

Nancy smiles cheerfully, bouncing in place a little.

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Sam nodded, taking a deep breath. “I need my bag. It’s in my car. And we’d benefit from weapons that aren’t as tracable as magic can be. Since this is still illegal.”

Oh, what the hell had he gotten his sisters into?

Stiles clenched his jaw, glancing around. Needed a weapon… anything…

“How do we know you weren’t alerting them?” one of the werewolves said. “You mentioned stray dogs, and that cub that killed her mother.”

“Quick, then,” Melinda nods, motioning for him to lead the way. Shit, shit, shit shit shit, shit.

Sylvia rolls her eyes. “I thought my side was supposed to be the paranoid one. Stray dogs... because the locals reported strange howling noises to the police, which was noted in the case file we were given. And, personal history aside, Willa is also Jewish. As is Audrey. Who is well-known as part of my group. If I’m going to mention needing someone to get food, I’d have to account for a vegan and I’d have to make sure wherever it comes from is kosher. Seriously, I’ve met other hunters less suspicious than you are. That’s actually kind of embarrassing, though I’m not sure for who.”

Audrey reaches out and gently grabs Stiles’ arm, pulling him and Grayson in with her. Heather motions Lily and Sammy closer to her subtly. Sylvia barely notices Nancy and Oliver standing slightly closer to her and definitely doesn’t react.

Ready.

“So, what’s your big plan now? You know this won’t last forever, right? Eventually they’ll catch on that something’s wrong.”

Steady...

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Joe smiled, wrinkling his nose a bit. “I know. I love you, too.” He reached over and nudged her, turning off the stove and sliding his pancake onto a plate. He poured some syrup over top, then turned and leaned against the counter beside Sylvia, nodding to Nancy.

“Ten minutes. Go.”

Sylvia smiles happily, turning her attention to Nancy as they... take off.

There’s a rapidfire string of noises that to the average person sound like total gibberish, and Sylvia manages to piece together the words “teaching”, “Kyoto”, and “thank-you”. She furrows her eyebrows and then, “You’ve been given a trip to Kyoto, Japan, as a teaching experience and thank-you for help on a case in...?”

“My last one, Oklahoma,” is the answer, and Sylvia nods. Nancy continues, “I’m staying in a traditional Japanese ryokan and everything!! It’s! So! Cool! And Sammy and Heather actually have their own vacation plans taking them out there, too, but they’re going out first so I’ll be meeting them there!”

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“Mmhmm,” Joe laughed, sticking his tongue out at her. He flipped his pancake, shaking his head. “Dork.”

He glanced at Nancy, snorting. “You should be used to this by now, you know.”

Sylvia giggles sweetly. “But I do love you!”

Nancy shrugs. “Still gross.” They smile innocently and take another bite.

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Joe frowned a little, squinting at Sylvia. He pointed his spatula at her, but then he cracked and laughed, unable to keep being serious.

“‘Scuze me?” he laughed, raising an eyebrow.

“I said I love you darling,” Sylvia oversaturates an innocent tone when she answers, smiling at him as sweetly as she can and giggling a bit. Nancy gags to themself and rolls her eyes.

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“After I get this pancake on a plate,” Joe laughed, pointing his spatula at them. “It won’t kill you to wait a couple more minutes, I promise.”

Bernie barked, trotting over to Sylvia and looking up at her, tilting his head.

“Quit begging, Bernie,” Joe sighed. He glanced over at the pantry, holding out his hand and pulling the door open from across the room. He wrinkled his nose a little as he lifted Bernie’s food bowl and scooped kibble into it, carefully setting it down, closing the door. “You’ve got your own breakfast, old man.”

Nancy laughs and whines, squirming in their seat, entirely joking and it shows with the sparkle in her eyes. Smiling, though, she turns her attention back to the pancakes instead.

Sylvia laughs, wrinkling her nose at Bernie. “Mm-mm. You gotta learn to stop doing that in front of him.” She winks at the last part and giggles innocently, eating more of her breakfast.

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Joe chuckled. “Well, after food’s done, ten minutes to talk about work.” He nudged them aside, flipping the pancake onto a plate and holding it out to her. “Breakfast.”

Scooping the last of the batter into the pan, he grabbed a banana and carefully sliced it up over the pancake, letting the pieces fall into the cooking batter.

Nancy whines. “But I have so much to talk about!”

Sylvia smirks. “Well, I know what that means...”

But she eats more as Nancy takes their pancake and gets the syrup, fixing her plate and sitting at one of the proper barstools pulled up to the counter, eating happily.

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Joe smiled softly, kissing her forehead. “Hey.” He gently pried her hand from her plate, bringing it to where his gun was, nodding to her. “Always in reach. I promise.”

He then brought her hand to his face and kissed it. “I love you.”

Sylvia smiles softly, nodding and relaxing a little more at that. “I love you, too.”

She sighs, taking easy breaths and settling down, picking up the postcard curiously. “When’d you go to Germany, little one?”

“Mm, a few months agooooo? I thiiiiink? Maybe just a singular month ago? I’d tell you more but I’m not allowed to talk about work right now,” they wrinkle their nose at Joe at the comment.

Sylvia nods, flipping it over and skimming over the small, “details-to-follow-when-I’m-home” paragraph on the back.

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Joe whistled. “Oooh, yeah. But it could be worse.” He set the mail on the counter, immediately going to Sylvia. He gently put his hands on her hips, smiling softly.

“Hey. It’s okay. You’re home. You’re safe. Bernie’s just an idiot.”

Sylvia sighs, melting into his arms and nodding. “I know. I know.” But it’s not her safety that she’d been worried for. It never is.

She stretches up slightly and kisses his cheek, smiling softly and trying to seem calmed down again. “I know.”

Nancy flips her pancake carefully.

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“By the sheer luck of the draw that this genius screwed up and fell in love with my dumb ass,” Joe laughed. He bounced in place a little, humming.

Bernie came skidding out of the bedroom, barking wildly at the front door. Joe tensed, immediately setting his hand on his gun. “Nancy, pancake. Sylvia, stay. I’ll go check it out.”

He slowly walked over to the door, nudging aside the curtain to peek outside. And then he relaxed, shaking his head. “Bernie, it’s Jimmy the mailman. Could you relax?” He went out to collect the mail, returning a moment later. “Bills, bills, and more bills. Oh, and a postcard?” He paused. “A very late postcard.” He held it up, showcasing Nancy’s handwriting.

“Hey, I didn’t screw up in doing that,” Sylvia argues, but the laugh dies at hearing Bernie, about to get up when Joe points at her and pouting, frowning, worried.

Nancy looks at Sylvia and shrugs as she turns to the pancake instead to make sure nothing goes horribly awry. They relax to themselves at the comment and chuckle, sharing another look with Sylvia, watching her settle down and breathe slowly. “Damn Bernie...”

Nancy reaches out and pats her knee, stepping aside when Joe comes back, pausing and laughing. “Wow, yeah, that’s a little behind. I didn’t think the mail tie-up from Germany would be that bad...”

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Joe paused at the nickname, slowly turning to Sylvia and raising an eyebrow. “Really?” He gestured to himself. “Really? C'mon, would I have tickled you like that if I wasn’t me?”

He shook his head and clicked his tongue, smiling nonetheless, sprinkling a generous handful of chocolate chips into the pancake.

Sylvia sighs, wrinkling her nose. “I mean, you never know, darling.” Still she smiles softly at him. He gets it, all the teasing aside, and she appreciates him for it.

Nancy blinks slowly, raising an eyebrow at him. “How are you alive?”

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Joe smiled proudly. He carefully scooped the pancake onto Sylvia’s plate on top of the pancake she already had. “Ta da!”

Immediately refilling the pan, he looked back at Nancy. “How heavy on the chocolate today?”

Sylvia giggles, humming and cutting the pancake, pushing it through the syrup. “Thank you, baby.”

Nancy wrinkles their nose. “Chef’s discretion.”

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Joe looked over at the wax melts, nodding and smiling. “Great choice, my love.” He kissed her cheek, turning his attention back to the pancake, flipping it carefully.

“Well I’d most certainly hope not,” he laughed. “I take a lot of pride in my pancakes.”

Sylvia smiles, letting out a content little hum and wrinkling her nose at the cheek kiss as she starts eating her pancake. “You have a lot to be proud of.”

Nancy giggles and nods, finishing their coffee off abruptly. Sylvia points at them when they got to pour another cup. “Ah-ah-ah. I know you. That’s enough.”

Nancy whines.

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Joe scoffed lightly, putting a hand to his chest in fake offense. “Hey, you never know, I might surprise you.” He paused. “Actually, no, the love of my life always gets the first pancake.”

He grabbed the syrup and held it out to Sylvia, humming.

Sylvia smiles and takes ahold of the syrup as well as triumphantly pulling out the citrus wax melts she was looking for. “These.”

Setting them aside, though, she pours syrup on her pancakes happily, focusing instead on her breakfast for now. “I’m not gonna complain.”

“Duh,” Nancy wrinkles their nose, then sips her coffee happily.

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Joe wrinkled his nose at Nancy, chuckling. “Yeah, yeah. But one of these days I’m just gonna hand it to you and you won’t know what to do with yourself.”

He spooned more batter into the pan, quickly and carefully slicing a strawberry into it.

“No, you’re not,” they roll their eyes and shakes her head, handing Sylvia her coffee and getting out the mug that Sylvia had bought for them in this house to pour herself a cup.

Sylvia giggles a bit at that and makes grabby hands at the syrup without moving for it.