Celeste grinned to him. "So Seth has told me a lot about you both I'm glad to be able to put the faces to the names," she said to them.
"What sort of stuff?" Alice asked curiously. There was an impish smile on her face curious if her friend told him the real shit they got into or just the shit that she and Dixon had done.
"Mostly about High School, how you grew up together," she said moving to take a seat.
Alice, Dixon and Seth had all grown up together. Dixon had asked Alice out in high school and they basically hit it off... basically. Unfortunately they didn't realize that the only reason they never actually split up in high school was due to the other guy that had feelings for Alice, both of their best friend, Seth Redford.
So, when he arrived at the airport, despite trying to be calm she literally ran up to Seth and jumped on him, forcing him to drop anything in his arms so she could hug him basically like a monkey. "You've been gone too long," she said to him squeezing him as Dixon stood back for a moment.
Alice and Seth had grown up with some traditional families within really old blood lines within the Supernatural world. Seth was always taught he had no choice in who he would marry and Alice the opposite but when it came down to it, a treaty between the lead Hunter family and the lead Werewolf pack that was supposed to help in staving off further war. It would give the wolves the opportunity to take care of their own when they got out of hand instead of the Hunters however it made for a tense treaty as many didn't believe it would work, least of all the kids that were supposed to be the ones getting married to seal it.
Both of them took off at the first opportunity they got and ended up in Florida for the sunny beaches and fun time.
Alice had gotten a place to stay with a roommate. She would be out on the beach by herself sunning for the moment before she would get up and go to get in the water.
He was running.
He had been running.
Through the trees, across a river.
And they were still behind him.
He kept running.
Stop and you're dead.
Ivan pushed himself as hard as he could, wrangling his jacket off as he came to the fence, shoving it over the razor wire of the fence, he felt the silver barb cut through his cheek as he rolled over, his jacket worse for wear as he balled it up as he rolled, hitting the ground with it still in hand, He clutched the torn leather close, blinking blood out of his eye, wiping his face, and keeping running.
He found himself in a residential neighborhood within minutes, dirty, bleeding, and clutching his jacket as if it contained something precious now.
His legs burned, his back ached, his face was swolen and awful. And he kept running. Didn't stop. He saw a back door-- the door-- it was just a screen door, the door itself was open. He could hear them starting to catch up, crashing through the trees--- he hopped the fence, rolled, and ran up to the back door and quickly darted in, finding himself in a dimly lit kitchen where a woman was making tea or coffee and he grabbed her, quickly, clapped a hand over her mouth and hissed a 'shhhhh' in her ear.
"Please don't scream, they're hunting, and if they find me here, they'll kill you, too." He whispered, pulling her quickly to the floor, out of the light of the windows.
Henri headed over after going home, getting chilled wine from the wine cooler, zipping it into a wine skin, checking in with Annie (having a total and complete wardrobe problem which Annie solved by throwing a shirt at him and telling him to get over it)--- and leaving her with pizza money and ordering three movies from cable for her, and letting her call one of her friends, whom he liked, that lived next door.
He gave her a tight hug, a kiss on the cheek, and she chastised him, telling him he had better stay out super late and to get into trouble, to which he had groaned and laughed a bit.
Shook his head and disagreed. But smiled.
Ear itching, he'd put in ear drops, fixed the way his hearing aide sat in his ear, gathered his toolkit, the wine, and his keys. Hugged Annie again, and left.
He drove over to Celeste's. Her home was in the next development over; close enough that he and Annie had probably walked past her back yard while beach-combing many times. Henri parked his car on the curb near to her driveway when he pulled up and swallowed hard. He was nervous.
He really liked her.
Penny said he loved her; but okay, maybe that was a reach but he had had a crush on her for years, that was quite true. Henri was very bad at taking the initiative and jumping in with this sort of thing; dating was difficult; he had a teenager. He worked tirelessly. He spent so much time working, and the rest was devoted to Annie, he put little into himself past keeping in shape (mentally and physically, within reason). Henri knew better than to let himself go; he had a duty to his sister; a promise he had to keep.
And now... the project was nearing it's finale.
And maybe it was okay, to go on a date. To try a little outside of his comfort zone.
Okay, a lot outside of his comfort zone.
He smiled, gathered his things, and got out of the car. He was, in fact, quite excited for this date.
Henri rang the doorbell after only a moment to take a deep breath, hopping a bit on the balls of his feet, and calming himself, as he waited for her to answer the door. His tool kit was in a computer bag over his shoulder (laptop in there, too); and wine under his arm, hand in his pocket. Casual.
But clearly happy to be there. He'd looked forward to this all day.
Celeste was the coroner in the building. She had an assistant android named Larry. She had been working on five murders that day. Finally around four o clock she went further downstairs and went into a large office that housed Penny and Henri.
She had come down to talk to Penny but to see Henri. She had a bit of an infatuation with him and had had it for over a year.
Unfortunately her arm was hurting and felt stiff. It didn't help that she was late for her period after a one night stand just over a month ago.
Pulling up the sleeve of her shirt as Penny rocked out to her music. Cele rubbed the seam between her synthetic arm and her real arm. She pulled off the glove that covered the arm to twist it.
Henri would not be expecting them. Chance knew that much as he gazed down at the city from the window of the plane.
"Fingers out of mouths," he said to the toddler, smiling slightly as he got the little one to stop. The addition had been clandestine and decidedly unplanned. Timing was good for them, though. As was the child's age.
Six years from one war and already nearly waist deep in the next, returning to Europe was good. A good change of pace and scenery. Affairs were in order in such a way, in his opinion, that they were good to travel again. Money was no longer an issue they needed to be instantly concerned with. Thankfully.
It was warm as they disembarked the plane. He let Alice carry the child and he handled thier luggage.
They'd found the address before they had left New York. It had only taken a few days to obtain. Job perks.
"Hotel first?" He asked. Needing to know which address to give to the cab driver.
Alice and Chance trudged on a for a few hours before they found an abandoned home to hole up in. It wasn't warm, there were holes in the wall, likely from a few executions, it had been ransacked but there were a few things still left, namely two blankets and a few candles.
Alice didn't light up the candles, used to being in the dark as often as possible. She did hand Chance a blanket but she sat opposite to him in the room pulling her own blanket up and around. They had a little to eat but for now she wasn't hungry.
Getting home was easier than it should have been, once they had the truck. Henri drove it straight through; and things in France, while tense, seemed to be slightly better than a week ago. It didn't take three days to cross the country; just over twenty-six hours, instead.
He didn't bother to stop to sleep.
The truck pulled down the lane and he looked to Celeste. "My family... is deaf," He admitted, as they trundled down the lane, after he'd stopped to open the gate, then close it.
The girls were running by the house, happy. Playing with the dog in the sunshine. His cousins sitting on the front steps drinking. He was sure his mother was cooking in the kitchen.
What would he tell them..?
It was a rough moment; he had to explain Alice's absence. The conversation in sign, and having to use smaller words for his sisters, who then immediately turned around and started asking about Celeste, whom he introduced to them, his mother and cousins. He translated for everyone, and it made it easier almost; it gave him a distraction.