#I don't actually know Ray x Amaya's ship name

[nixie-deangel]

For @beautiful-wickedness, who asked for Hey! Can I request an atomic steelvixenwave P.I aesthetic?

“You sure we can trust these mooks?” Mick eyed the two men, dressed smart in fresh pressed suits and freshly polished shoes. They looked more like college professors then the P.I.’s  Amaya had suggested they work with.

“We can.” Despite the fact it was the third time in just the last hour Mick had asked her that, Amaya kept her voice smooth and honest, knowing how difficult it was for her husband to trust others after what had happened when they’d forced him off the police force.

Grunting, Mick kept eyeing the other two distrustfully as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. “We’ll see, Doll, we’ll see.”

“Just be nice.” Amaya cut her husband a quick look before turning back to smiling at their guests. “Welcome to Rory Investigations gentleman. Why don’t we get down to business?” She gestured with her left hand towards the seats opposite Mick’s desk, while she laid her right on Mick’s shoulder.