sliceitwithwind | Warehouse AU because of course it is.

Warehouse AU because of course it is.

"We've got a ping." the quiet voice of the man at the computer nevertheless managed to cut through the back-and-forth of the people taking care of routine business in the rare downtime they had to do such things as reports, maintenance of their gear, and general unwinding.

"Who's going, and where?" the largest of the people in the room asked, already folding the papers he'd been working with into a neat file which he handed to the one-eyed man who'd been woken by the magic words. Anything else and it took him hours to come to awareness, but a ping? Seconds.

"You two, and New York City. We've got reports about a museum's statues coming to life. Go."

The file dropped onto the desk with a grunted, "Sign it when I get back." and the two men headed to NYC to see if they could figure out what needed to be snagged and bagged.
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At the museum they looked around for the cops in charge. There were always cops, and how they could talk to the boys in blue made all the difference. Stopping outside of the line defined by uniforms the bigger (and more diplomatic) man murmured, "Could you please point out the person in charge? Thank you." with his badge in hand so that they could avoid misunderstandings. The smaller man's badge was likewise out, but he was more angling to see what he could without interrupting the locals.

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As she exited the warehouse there were male voices speaking to each other in a companionable tone. They weren't going in, having grown up where they did they knew that people were generally extraordinarily pissed off the first time they were inside, but they weren't trying to mask their presence either.

Elcy's son, and having seen her he couldn't be anything but her son, raised one hand in a casual 'hello' that required no answer. The other man turned and did the same thing. If she was going to leave, they weren't going to try to stop her.

They'd been godsends, honestly, when first she saw them. For that fact alone she'd have stopped, but today? Today they were very bleak pair to see. Elcy's son who couldn't get away, her adopted son by the way she spoke of him who didn't. This left her near vibrating in place as she eyed them, etching detail into her memory to make up for the lack of such evaluation earlier, then she just had to ask "were you this angry when your future was decided?"

"Yes," said Braig and "Not really," said Dilan. They looked at each other, then Braig gestured to Dilan to go first.

"Katzu pretty much belong to the Clans from the beginning. We can go anywhere and do anything, but in the end our genetics belong to the Clans and that's just the way things are if we want our species to continue. The fact that I'm half Olia means that my genetics are the most diverse of any adult Katzu in the world - Lenna Clan is actually the newest Clan and it's core is made up of my biological children. Being tapped for the warehouse was just the rest of the world making a similar kind of claim on me." then he raised an eyebrow at the smaller man.

"I figured being ATF meant that I could get away from the craziness. Things actively hunt me. Put me in a building with an artefact and it will end up going for my throat. I got myself assigned to a nice little border town near Mexico and was content helping manage smuggling. Then Ansem showed up and informed me that I was going to be coming back as an agent. I shot in his general direction, which didn't faze him at all," stupid old man knowing Braig never missed, "and spent the first couple of months back here screaming, cussing, and getting my mouth washed out with soap about twice a week."

Dilan couldn't help but snort his amusement at the memory of it.

There were, naturally, fundamental differences. They'd known about the Warehouse, first off, and the potential weird out there. They didn't get the double whammy of enlightenment about artifacts AND a future truncated with the 'until you die or retire'. On the other, well, at least she wasn't alone in being angry.

The 'it will go for my throat' comment just got an arched eyebrow though. She didn't have many facts yet, true, but it had the ring of exaggeration AND the Ripper's knife hadn't ended up in Braig. The important part being 'you've met Ansem then. Do you know how I can contact him?" Because railing at the people below the man wasn't fair to anyone. "And responsibility aside," that was directed at Dilan as well, "why put up with it?"

"Okay, okay. Things that can move and are dangerous go for me. Anything requiring a person's hand it's a 50/50 chance. Dilan got knifed, thankfully." Braig's grin, though, was unrepentant.

"He means thankfully because it would have killed him." Dilan offered, "We don't actually have a way of contacting Ansem, but he's usually over for dinner on Saturdays." then he shrugged, "The world needs what we do. If I'm the best one to do it, I don't feel that I have the right to turn away."

"Good to know you can dodge some of it," she noted blandly. She wasn't able to grin back right now. Maybe later.

And hell, Saturday, which was nearly a whole week away at this point in the game. If Answem showed this week. Danny and the boys back in New York could rack up a hell of a backlog in that time frame. Hell, it was New York, they were wading through new cases daily during the bad weeks, and now Danny didn't have a partner. Granted, if she left the country the same would be true. Ridgway be damned but she didn't like this position at all. "You're a better person than I am. I can't see it that way right now."

The grin faded naturally, he was less than subdued by her dryness, but he didn't even try to keep from being moderately amused at the universe. He was just that kind of guy.

Dilan shrugged again, "Well, you've had your whole world turned upside down. I've always known about the warehouse, and I owe my life to it. Paying back just makes sense."

"I've had my whole world decided," she noted softly. There was a vast amount of difference between upside down and the universe decided you were chattel. "I'm glad I could see you both again, thank you for your help with the children last week, but I can't stay here.."

Both men nodded and Braig said, "There's a motel back in town, if you don't want to even stay at the B&B until you've figured things out."

"If you do, however, it's..." Dilan said, giving directions, "I hope you figure things out."

A motel sounded wonderful, actually. It had been a long drive from the nearest place a plane could get her and she'd probably be feeling it more if she wasn't so angry. "Thank you." Figured out. Right. Sure. What was there to figure out at this point?

She didn't even know.

Right, gas station, drink, Danny's...voicemail. And the motel was half closed for remodeling and the rooms not closed were filled up. Because THAT WAS HER LUCK. Luckily no one was in the car to hear the string of serial killers pouring from her lips as she found the Bed and Breakfast. Even she knew driving to the next town over wasn't an option at this point.

When she drove up the porch light was off, even though the lights inside were on. However by the time she'd finished parking the light had been turned on and the door was being held open by the owner of the building. He was another Olia, although just this side of elderly, and had to be Braig's father.

"Detective Brea." he said with a small nod, "Supper has started, you may feel free to join us or to take a plate up to one of the rooms. My name is Yinsi, and I own this place."

She didn't manage to get all the way around her car to grab her bag; nope, leaning against the hood was a GREAT idea as she tried to get her bearings. Or drag together a public face, or something. "Hello Yinsi, the motel was full," that was about as much as she managed?

"I'm sorry to hear that." he said with grave courtesy, "Would you like help with your bag?" he was sufficiently old that he truly had to ask, "You may use any bedroom which does not have a closed door, keys are on the dresser in each one."

"No, thank you, I'll get in in a moment." Honest? And she'd feel incredibly uncomfortable letting an older gentleman carry a bag she could handle herself. "I just...don't feel like moving yet. I'm sorry. I don't want to go in there." It felt final.

Granted, it could just be the day.

"I have no idea why I'm telling you that. Sorry. I think I'm babbling."

"Don't worry, Detective. I get people telling me things they didn't intend to quite a bit. I promise that nothing you say to me will be passed on, to anyone. The stairs are directly opposite the door, the kitchen is to the left. Should you choose to join us for supper the dining room is past the kitchen." he offered her a smile and then stepped back inside to let her take whatever time she needed.

"Handy," she offered with a small, tired smile. "Ever consider being a cop?" People trusting you from the get go was a really useful skill in the force. That said she listened as he gave directions, then nodded as he went back inside.

So, what was she actually capable of right now? Her phone range through to Danny's voicemail again, he had to be on a case, and the dial tone wasn't exactly soothing afterward when she hung up. So, her choices were to get back to New York tomorrow and raise hell, or stay here, hope Ansem showed, and raise hell...

...the coin flip landed on Ansem. Well then. At least it was some kind of arbitrary advice in a day of grim certainty. Fine. She dragged her bag out of the car and headed in...and it felt weird to scoot upstairs and ignore everyone so the bag was set down again just inside the door alongside the shoes she removed before drifting through the kitchen carefully.

Yeah, she felt like some kind of waif as she hugged her arms about herself. She? Was an idiot. Yup. Should have gone upstairs and eaten her belt or something (her stomach wasn't picky at this point).

"Almost fifty years of it." Yinsi stated with a smile at her question.

The sharp ears of the people in the dining room heard her hesitation, and after a second Dilan came into the kitchen to meet her, "Let me grab you a plate and silverware. We're eating Japanese tonight, would you rather a fork or chopsticks?"

Ah, well, there was a good reason to like the man.

And Dilan saved her from having to dig through cupboards learning where things were. My, she could almost like these people if she let herself. "Chopsticks please. Thank you." And they were eating Japanese tonight. If she wasn't so tired she'd be paranoid about that fact.

Dilan handed her the plate and a set of chopsticks, then headed back to the dining room. The dishes spread over the table were a combination of traditional and Americanized, and there was a lot of each dish. Dilan settled down at a plate filled with meat, across from Braig, and Elcy and Yinsi sat at the ends of the table.

Well then. What was the etiquette for a well balanced table and a stranger coming in? Her mother had rules for such but she was hungry, unfortunately, so she traded her mother's rules in favor the rules for eating with her precinct friends. Dilan needed the elbow room, and she could sit easily on Braig's good side where he could see her. Done. And now she was really over thinking things yes.

She did that when she was tired.

Braig grunted a greeting without actually ceasing to eat, the man took his feeding seriously. All four of the people at the table were using chopsticks, with the ease of a lifetime's worth of practise.

"I'm sorry that you couldn't get a room at the motel." Elcy said in the same brisk, no-nonsense way that she said everything else. It was true, too. She knew that her husband was the kind one of the two, but she wasn't a monster.

"Food is self-serve," Yinsi told Aya, "but move fast, the children have never gotten past the teenager's need to eat anything."

"Dad, I'm forty." Braig pointed out with a sigh, "I'm not a child any more."

"And I'm ninety. Yes you are."

"I'm afraid I'm little better," Aya admitted, dishing her plate full from several of the dishes as soon as she'd been given permission as it were. "I tend to live on four or five meals a day." She just...always had?

She led a very active life.

"I seriously the possibility of a conspiracy at the motel desk," yes.

Yinsi sighed a little, the sigh of a man who spent large portions of his life in a kitchen (but not one who hated it) at the knowledge. Oh well.

"I'm happy to say that we have absolutely nothing to do with it." Elcy informed Aya, "I thought about booking a room for you when you left, and then decided that was unlikely to make you feel any better so I just finished up what I needed to do and then headed back here to wash up for supper."

"No, I didn't think you did," she admitted with a small chuckle. "It was more a feeling of life conspiring than anything else." And she might have broken down at the counter then and there if it wouldn't have landed her in a looney bin.

"Sorry," she winced at Yinsi's sigh.

"No, no. Happily before I was an MP I was a cook." Yinsi said with a small laugh, "I'm pretty sure I've still got my army recipe cards around here somewhere...the attic, probably." Dilan reflexively rubbed at his head. The attic was a little small for him. "You can check the basement, Dilan, I'll have Braig check the attic. The ladder doesn't make nearly the same amount of horrible noises when he climbs it."

Elcy explained, "The B&B was built with Katzu in mind as well as Human and Olia, but Dilan is on the large size even for Dahnil Clan."

"My father's Clan." Dilan added.

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