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Tony cringed as the girl hit her head against the wall. He expected her to scream or at least show some ounce of pain. When she offered her hands to him, he raised an eyebrow at the sight of the scars. Without questioning it, he cuffed one of her wrists, pulling it around to her back to cuff the other. Tony grabbed her under the arm to help her to her feet. “We can finish the interview when we get to D.C.” 

She pinched her eyes shut and staggered into him, accidentally elbowing him in the ribs. “Sorry….” She murmured and closed her eyes. “My name is Abby. Just Abby. I don’t have a full name. It’s just Abby.”

“Oof!” Tony winced as she elbowed him. It wasn’t very hard, but it hurt nonetheless. He lead her back to the car, one hand on her shoulder. “Yeah, and I’m the freaking Easter Bunny,” He muttered, catching sight of the rest of the team. His partners were packing up their own gear, while the medical examiner oversaw the loading up of the body. “This way, Just Abby.” 

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“Why don’t we start with the basics? First off, what’s your name?” He noticed her indifference to the situation, and chalked it up to nothing more than shock. Everyone dealt with death differently, particularly when they were the one responsible. He’d seen so many different reactions, he wasn’t extremely put off by it. Not yet at least. “What were you doing when he approached you?” 

“My name?” she asked and licked her lips. “You can call me Abby. I was looking for food in my bag.” she said and closed her eyes. That was six hours ago. She was starving. She shouldered her bag, pulling it tighter to her body and sighed. “There was nothing food related in my bag so I was getting ready to find…um…a place to sleep when he stopped me.”

“I’m going to need a full name.” He said, pulling a legal pad and pen out of his bag. “Do you mind putting your bag down for me?” Tony wasn’t worried about her pulling a weapon on him, but it was protocol. That, and she had just killed a man. “So you’re not from here, I take it? Are you here on business, or pleasure?” It was his job to be invasive, and often times people found it frustrating. He was used to it though. 

Panic set in. “No full name.” She said nervously. Abby pulled the bag tighter to her back, knuckles going white as the strap strained against her palm. “Just Abby.” she  took a nervous step back and started breathing heavier. She was terrified.

Tony frowned. Things were starting to go awry. “Abby, I need your full name.” When she took a step away from him, he let her have her space. There wasn’t a need for him to panic just yet. “Why don’t you take a deep breath, and relax?” Glancing over his shoulder, he saw that the medical examiner was finishing up his preliminary overlook. It was a cut and dry case. 

She closed her eyes, taking a long deep breath, before running. She was fast. As fast as anyone around anyway. She had to get away from the cute man that asked too many questions. She hopped a guardrail then dodged up some steps ad around the corner, eyes flashing back the whole time.

The minute the girl started running, Tony dropped his pad and paper and started after her, cursing under his breath. He should have known that she was going to sprint off. When she went over a guardrail, he turned, going around the corner in the hopes of cutting her off. Tony reached over to his hip, pulling his gun from the holster. When he saw her before him, he aimed the weapon. “Stop! You really had to make this difficult, didn’t you?”

She let out a wail and her knee’s bent, body curling down. She wrapped her arms around her legs and started shaking as she pressed against the wall. It was a practiced stance used in defense of her organs. “Don’t hurt me!” she wailed and shook in the defensive position.

Tony stopped, lowering his gun as the woman buckled to the ground before him. When she begged him not to hurt him. Stepping closer to her, he put his gun away. In the fetal position, she didn’t pose much of a threat. Tony knelt down, removing his handcuffs from his belt. “I’m not going to hurt you, but you have to come with me. I’m going to put these on you now, okay?” Normally, he would have taken a much more abrasive approach. That would come later. For the mean time, he just needed to get her up and back to headquarters. 

She looked at the cuffs and pulled away almost violently which only resulted in her smacking into the wall hard. Her head made an odd crunching noise as it bounced off but she didn’t seem too fazed by the sudden head wound. She did, however, look terrified of the handcuffs. Like they held some sort of torturous secret to them. She lifted her shaking hands, holding them together for him. There were scars around her wrists that would lead anyone to believe she’d been detained before but the amount of scarring hinted at a long term confinement without release from the cuffs.

Tony cringed as the girl hit her head against the wall. He expected her to scream or at least show some ounce of pain. When she offered her hands to him, he raised an eyebrow at the sight of the scars. Without questioning it, he cuffed one of her wrists, pulling it around to her back to cuff the other. Tony grabbed her under the arm to help her to her feet. “We can finish the interview when we get to D.C.” 

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“What do you have against Magnum P.I.?” He asked, pretending to be offended by her insult to one of his favorite actors. “How about Sean Connery? I think that’s a fair trade.” When she told him to keep driving through the warehouse, he nearly slammed on the brakes in horror. “If anything, and I mean anything happens to my car, I swear, I will hurt you. I will break down and cry like a small child. You really don’t want to see that.” Shaking his head, Tony drove forward until he saw the warehouse. Stealing a glance at Helen, he cringed before pressing his foot down firmly on the gas. 

“I don’t have anything against him. Although, I do enjoy Sean Connery as an actor. James Bond?” Helen smiled, shaking her head. “You need to learn to trust me, Tony. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you - or your car. No need to break down and cry, either.” Helen assured quietly, resting a hand against his shoulder briefly. When he drove forward, the wall seemed to shimmer for a moment and they passed right through without a problem, nor without a scratch appearing on Tony’s beloved car. On the other side was a tunnel with lights embedded into the wall, sloping downward at a gradual angle. “Not the best of entrances to use, but it works. Now keep going because otherwise it’ll be a rather long walk.”

“James Bond is a character. Naming your kid after a character is just ridiculous.” Tony shrugged when she insisted that he learn to trust her. “It’s be easier to do if you didn’t keep a wig in your purse,” He teased. While he understood for the most part why she needed to do it. She hadn’t told him exactly what she’d done to piss off the government, but he knew that it had to be serious. “I’ll trust you when you stop telling me to drive through buildings.” As they went through the warehouse, he tensed up, closing his eyes tightly. Seconds later, he stole a peek to make sure that they were still alive. The warehouse was gone and they were moving through a tunnel. “What the,” He shook his head. “Whatever you say, Doc.” 

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“Your loss.” Spinning around in his chair, he walked down the hall to the vending machine. After a few minutes of rattling the machine and cursing loudly, he returned to his desk with a bag of chocolate chip cookies and mints. Tony tossed the roll of mints to Kate. “I can smell your breath from over here.” 

Kate caught the mints. “Oh, how sweet of you. You know exactly what to say to a woman don’t you. Is that normally how you talk to women? Actually, I don’t want to know.” She turned the mints around in her hands before setting them aside.

“I like to think so. And no, I don’t. If I did that, the odds of my night ending favorably would be slim.” Falling back into his chair, he kicked his feet up on his desk. “So, Kate, tell me. When’s the last time you had a, how should I put this, a favorable night?” 

“Oh so you just talk like that to me. Wow. I feel special.” Kate said sarcastically,  putting a mint in her mouth and nearly choked on it when Tony asked the question. “That is something you will never find out the answer to, Tony. Why the hell would you even ask that?”

Tony ripped open the bag of cookies, popping one into his mouth. He snorted at Kate’s reaction. “Fine. Keep your secrets. And if you must know, it’s because I’m starting to worry about you. Word ‘round the water cooler is that you’re not doing so well on that front.”

“You don’t have to worry about me when it comes to those types of things, Tony. Plus I’m doing perfectly fine on that, thank you.” Kate was starting to wonder why she was even talking about this with Tony. It is just weird.

“Oh, Kate. I’m sure you’ll be perfectly happy, living alone with your fifty cats. Until of course, one day you die and they eat every last bit of your body, eyes included. Your epitaph will be, ‘Kate- She was tasty.” 

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“Why don’t we start with the basics? First off, what’s your name?” He noticed her indifference to the situation, and chalked it up to nothing more than shock. Everyone dealt with death differently, particularly when they were the one responsible. He’d seen so many different reactions, he wasn’t extremely put off by it. Not yet at least. “What were you doing when he approached you?” 

“My name?” she asked and licked her lips. “You can call me Abby. I was looking for food in my bag.” she said and closed her eyes. That was six hours ago. She was starving. She shouldered her bag, pulling it tighter to her body and sighed. “There was nothing food related in my bag so I was getting ready to find…um…a place to sleep when he stopped me.”

“I’m going to need a full name.” He said, pulling a legal pad and pen out of his bag. “Do you mind putting your bag down for me?” Tony wasn’t worried about her pulling a weapon on him, but it was protocol. That, and she had just killed a man. “So you’re not from here, I take it? Are you here on business, or pleasure?” It was his job to be invasive, and often times people found it frustrating. He was used to it though. 

Panic set in. “No full name.” She said nervously. Abby pulled the bag tighter to her back, knuckles going white as the strap strained against her palm. “Just Abby.” she  took a nervous step back and started breathing heavier. She was terrified.

Tony frowned. Things were starting to go awry. “Abby, I need your full name.” When she took a step away from him, he let her have her space. There wasn’t a need for him to panic just yet. “Why don’t you take a deep breath, and relax?” Glancing over his shoulder, he saw that the medical examiner was finishing up his preliminary overlook. It was a cut and dry case. 

She closed her eyes, taking a long deep breath, before running. She was fast. As fast as anyone around anyway. She had to get away from the cute man that asked too many questions. She hopped a guardrail then dodged up some steps ad around the corner, eyes flashing back the whole time.

The minute the girl started running, Tony dropped his pad and paper and started after her, cursing under his breath. He should have known that she was going to sprint off. When she went over a guardrail, he turned, going around the corner in the hopes of cutting her off. Tony reached over to his hip, pulling his gun from the holster. When he saw her before him, he aimed the weapon. “Stop! You really had to make this difficult, didn’t you?”

She let out a wail and her knee’s bent, body curling down. She wrapped her arms around her legs and started shaking as she pressed against the wall. It was a practiced stance used in defense of her organs. “Don’t hurt me!” she wailed and shook in the defensive position.

Tony stopped, lowering his gun as the woman buckled to the ground before him. When she begged him not to hurt him. Stepping closer to her, he put his gun away. In the fetal position, she didn’t pose much of a threat. Tony knelt down, removing his handcuffs from his belt. “I’m not going to hurt you, but you have to come with me. I’m going to put these on you now, okay?” Normally, he would have taken a much more abrasive approach. That would come later. For the mean time, he just needed to get her up and back to headquarters. 

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[time for me to go to sleep. have a good night, ya’ll.] 

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“Why don’t we start with the basics? First off, what’s your name?” He noticed her indifference to the situation, and chalked it up to nothing more than shock. Everyone dealt with death differently, particularly when they were the one responsible. He’d seen so many different reactions, he wasn’t extremely put off by it. Not yet at least. “What were you doing when he approached you?” 

“My name?” she asked and licked her lips. “You can call me Abby. I was looking for food in my bag.” she said and closed her eyes. That was six hours ago. She was starving. She shouldered her bag, pulling it tighter to her body and sighed. “There was nothing food related in my bag so I was getting ready to find…um…a place to sleep when he stopped me.”

“I’m going to need a full name.” He said, pulling a legal pad and pen out of his bag. “Do you mind putting your bag down for me?” Tony wasn’t worried about her pulling a weapon on him, but it was protocol. That, and she had just killed a man. “So you’re not from here, I take it? Are you here on business, or pleasure?” It was his job to be invasive, and often times people found it frustrating. He was used to it though. 

Panic set in. “No full name.” She said nervously. Abby pulled the bag tighter to her back, knuckles going white as the strap strained against her palm. “Just Abby.” she  took a nervous step back and started breathing heavier. She was terrified.

Tony frowned. Things were starting to go awry. “Abby, I need your full name.” When she took a step away from him, he let her have her space. There wasn’t a need for him to panic just yet. “Why don’t you take a deep breath, and relax?” Glancing over his shoulder, he saw that the medical examiner was finishing up his preliminary overlook. It was a cut and dry case. 

She closed her eyes, taking a long deep breath, before running. She was fast. As fast as anyone around anyway. She had to get away from the cute man that asked too many questions. She hopped a guardrail then dodged up some steps ad around the corner, eyes flashing back the whole time.

The minute the girl started running, Tony dropped his pad and paper and started after her, cursing under his breath. He should have known that she was going to sprint off. When she went over a guardrail, he turned, going around the corner in the hopes of cutting her off. Tony reached over to his hip, pulling his gun from the holster. When he saw her before him, he aimed the weapon. “Stop! You really had to make this difficult, didn’t you?”

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“Why don’t we start with the basics? First off, what’s your name?” He noticed her indifference to the situation, and chalked it up to nothing more than shock. Everyone dealt with death differently, particularly when they were the one responsible. He’d seen so many different reactions, he wasn’t extremely put off by it. Not yet at least. “What were you doing when he approached you?” 

“My name?” she asked and licked her lips. “You can call me Abby. I was looking for food in my bag.” she said and closed her eyes. That was six hours ago. She was starving. She shouldered her bag, pulling it tighter to her body and sighed. “There was nothing food related in my bag so I was getting ready to find…um…a place to sleep when he stopped me.”

“I’m going to need a full name.” He said, pulling a legal pad and pen out of his bag. “Do you mind putting your bag down for me?” Tony wasn’t worried about her pulling a weapon on him, but it was protocol. That, and she had just killed a man. “So you’re not from here, I take it? Are you here on business, or pleasure?” It was his job to be invasive, and often times people found it frustrating. He was used to it though. 

Panic set in. “No full name.” She said nervously. Abby pulled the bag tighter to her back, knuckles going white as the strap strained against her palm. “Just Abby.” she  took a nervous step back and started breathing heavier. She was terrified.

Tony frowned. Things were starting to go awry. “Abby, I need your full name.” When she took a step away from him, he let her have her space. There wasn’t a need for him to panic just yet. “Why don’t you take a deep breath, and relax?” Glancing over his shoulder, he saw that the medical examiner was finishing up his preliminary overlook. It was a cut and dry case.