Waiting for the Locksmith

[Liz Sherman]

Timeframe: Early Afternoon
Date: March 13th, Week Two
Place: Bureau Sub-Levels
Status: Closed to Lucy!

If Liz had asked Red once, she had asked him a thousand times, to clean the cat-box. When thirty or so cats were living in close quarters all had to share less than a dozen cat boxes, things got rank really fast. And with Liz still experiencing nausea, just one whiff of the ammonia smell could make her hurl all over the place and the twins barricade themselves against their ribs, which made it hard to breathe. Liz had all but begged Red on her hands and knees the night before to at least scoop the cat boxes before he left the next morning and he said he would.

He didn't.

As soon as Liz crawled out of bed, a wall of ammonia stench hit her and she respond by throwing up her midnight snack all over the floor. The twins responded by holing up under her ribs, and that was it. She had ENOUGH of those cats.

Utilizing several duffel bags and laundry baskets, Liz was able to drag all of the cats to the sub-levels of the BPRD with her hair a mess and wearing only a tank-top (her pregnant belly slightly exposed) and old, colorless sweat pants. In the sub-levels was a room Hellboy had a key to, and Liz decided if he wanted his cats so damn much, he could go get them after he cleaned the cat boxes. She had yanked the key from his night stand and after she unlocked the huge door, she tossed the bags and baskets inside, slammed the door shut, and melted the key in her hand. That would teach him not to do as he promised!

It turned out that the key, however, had been the only key, and what was more, Hellboy had access to that room for the number of religious and mystical texts inside of it, some of which were millenia old. After learning this when someone had spotted what Liz had done on the security cameras, the raven-haired pyrokinetic immediately set to work finding how to get the cats out of there before they used a scroll dating back to Ancient Rome as a scratching post. And then she was informed that the lock was unique, and not just any of the privately contract locksmiths would be able to open it.

Liz found the name "Bishop, Lucy" in the independent personnel section of the files and, after calling her and stating the situation, dressed in something more visitor-friendly (a black turtle neck and black sweatpants. There was no way Liz was going to wear those huge ballooned out maternity pants) and waited underneath the lift for the woman's arrival. She just hoped that at the moments the cats weren't chowing down on paper that was older than Abe, Frankie, and Hellboy combined, or doing... other things to it.

[lucybishop]

To be perfectly honest, it had been quite a long time since Lucy had made the trip to Jersey and to the hidden base of the BPRD. And, if she was being honest, she hadn’t exactly missed the damn place. Newark, New Jersey wasn’t one of her frequent stops (or anyone's with a functional nose). A big steel bunker underground full of armed special agents, various nasty magical creatures, and one bull-headed red demon? -not exactly her idea of a good time. So when she got the message from a BPRD agent, Lucy was less than thrilled about cutting her fabulous and enormous dinner at one of her favorite restaurants in Vienna short, but wasn’t one to turn down a job, so here she was, cranky and hungry.

Out of courtesy, and an unwillingness to get shot for walking out of one of the supply closets without ID, Lucy had come through a door of the building just next to the BPRD, before making her way to the doors of the faux building of the 'secret agency'. This was the first time she’d actually come through the front entrance of the secret BPRD headquarters and the first time she'd actually see the outside of the building...kind of ugly.

She casually strolled up to the front gates, rolling her eyes at the ‘Waste Management Service’ sign. These bureau guys thought they were real clever didn’t they? She ran her hand over the buttoned face of the ancient-looking switch board and it sprang open, revealing the high-tech retina scanner that was hidden beneath it. Running three fingers down the face of the scanner, and with just the gentlest nudges of magic, the screen beeped its approval and the gates swung open. Only the sounds of her boots as they clicked against the cement accompanied her as she walked to the front doors. Pluck, the small brownie, had chosen to ride along, invisible, on her shoulder. He very much liked their trips to the BPRD, but as a brownie, his opinion wasn't as viable as he pretty much liked anything they did.

She click-clacked purposefully across the marbled entryway right to the gold, inlaid BPRD insignia, heaving a great sigh at being troubled enough to go through these motions, planting her hands on her hips. The guard, surprised by her appearance and her obvious by-pass of the front gate security gave her a weird stare as if unsure what to do with her.
“Listen buddy, I don’t have all day, so are you gonna press the button to open this hole in the floor or what?” she snapped at him, eyes narrowing and her already limited patience wearing thin.
The guard seemed startled by her outburst, but the whirring of cogs and large metal pieces signaled that she'd been 'approved' and the elevator she stood upon dropped beneath the floor, but not before she gave the guard a smile and a sarcastic wave. Guards always responded if you acted like you belonged there. The elevator stopped in front of a long, rather uninviting looking hallway, and Lucy, always one to be positive and optimistic, grimaced, before walking down it. Ignoring the keypads on the wall, she would briefly touch a hand to the large steel doors that occasionally blocked her way, and they would happily unlock and slide into the wall for her.

Eventually a figure came into sight, and as Lucy got closer it appeared to be a darkly dressed, dark-haired woman. Who also happened to incredibly pregnant. As she slowed to a stop before her, Lucy, the girl with the gentle demeanor and soft ways spoke,
“You are craziness pregnant,” with no introduction, formality or explanation as to how she got this far into the underground bunker without a security code, badge or anything of the like. She stood, hands in the pockets of her leather bomber jacket, head tilted just slightly to the side, her mahogany colored hair slipping over her should, as her honey brown eyes examined without guilt the woman's very large, very pregnant belly.
“Were you the one that called me?” She continued on with no chance for the woman to even respond to her previous comment, without even bothering to glance up, and yet again no introduction of herself.

[Liz Sherman]

The hissing sound of the doors opening made Liz perk up from a revery in which she had been eating bacon, mashed potatoes, and Captain Crunch, all deep fried and served on top of moos tracks ice cream. Man that sounded good! But this was no time for pregnant cravings, as she recognized the brunette that now strode purposefully towards her as 'Bishop, Lucy' thanks to a photo that was paper clipped to her contact info.

“You are craziness pregnant.”

Liz arched an eyebrow looking at Lucy and then down to her huge distended belly before returning her gaze to Lucy. She didn't look that big, did she? She hated when people stared at her... Feeling self-conscious and a little annoyed, Liz cocked her head to the side. "Six months with twins would be a more fitting description." She defended lamely before sighing. "Lucy Bishop, I guess?"

“Were you the one that called me?”

"Yeah. I'm Liz, and... Well, thanks for coming on such short notice and making me feel like a Goodyear blimp." Liz shrugged. Red had been nice saying she wasn't fat for however many months... This honesty was like a refreshing kick to the face with steel-toed boots. "Come on." Liz crossed two hands in front of her belly, almost feeling as though the woman was staring straight through to the twins inside. "I'll take you to the sub-levels."

[lucybishop]

Something was off about this woman’s pregnancy, and it wasn’t just that she was as large as house and apparently only at six months. So when Liz felt like Lucy was trying to stare straight through her belly, the feelings were right on. Her ‘spidey senses’ were tingling and they said that those babies weren’t human.

Or at least not 100 percent.

From the way Pluck was bouncing on her shoulder and muttering brownie gibberish into her ear, she guessed he had noticed it too, though had chosen a far more polite way of observing it. She ever so slightly shook her head at him lest he be noticed by their new acquaintance.
In fact, the magic that was setting of her ‘spidey/witch senses’ seemed vaguely dem...no nope, not going to go there. She shook her head to clear the thought (and imagery) from her mind, before refocusing her attentions on Liz’s face, and studiously keeping her line of vision off her pregnant belly.

"Yeah. I'm Liz, and... Well, thanks for coming on such short notice and making me feel like a Goodyear blimp."

“I was actually thinking more of the Hindenberg, but the GoodYear blimp works fine too,” Lucy replied, the smile touching the corners of her lips and eyes suggesting she was joking and that it was probably as close to an apology as Liz was likely to get. The poor girl was not actually as huge as Lucy was making her out to be, especially considering the face that she was carrying dem...twins, but Lucy wasn't one to let anyone off easy, even those she had literally just met. Really, it was none of her business, Lucy was here for the job, whatever it might be, but what it wasn’t was a pregnant woman with a serious fetish with black.

"I'll take you to the sub-levels."

Lucy stared down the ominous hallway, lip momentarily curling in disgust at the thought of continuing further down into this place, before sighing and signaling Liz forward with her hand and a smirk,
“ Lead the way, Lady Zeppelin.”

[Liz Sherman]

The months of being on pre-maternity leave at the Bureau had almost made Liz forget how much she hated being stared at. Almost. With this magical-locksmith staring at her, and with it looking like something was working behind her eyes, Liz felt goosebumps raise on her skin and heat prickles run through her body. It wasn't Lucy's fault; Liz didn't really have a chance to see how big she was from another point of view, so she must be really huge. But what Lucy said next actually made her feel better.

I was actually thinking more of the Hindenberg, but the GoodYear blimp works fine too.”

Liz stared at Lucy for a moment, wondering if she really had just said that, but then she did a half-laugh and shook her head. "Wow. You know... You may actually be the first person in months to be that blunt and honest with me. It stings, but it's refreshing. I guess."

“Lead the way, Lady Zeppelin.”

Liz rolled her eyes heavenward, but the corners of her lips were tugged upward as she turned and headed for the nearest lift. "I hope we didn't take you away from anything important." She said, hitting the button. The elevator was there in seconds and she allowed Lucy to enter first before entering the elevator, typing in a code, and hitting a button labeled 'SB 12.' "But, uh... If you've ever be pregnant or if you ever get pregnant, you'll understand that it does really messed up stuff with your emotions, like cause you to lock stuff where it shouldn't be and discard the key." Not that Liz was a stronghold of emotional fortitude as of late anyway...

[lucybishop]

"Wow. You know... You may actually be the first person in months to be that blunt and honest with me. It stings, but it's refreshing. I guess."

Lucy gave a smirk, “ Well, I’ve never been one to sugar-coat anything, and you look like you can handle it, " she added with a wink. Which was true, the woman had to have some kind of strength if she’d willingly gotten pregnant and was willing to still live in the BPRD. With Liz’s response to her next comment, Lucy knew that this agent couldn’t be all bad if she could at least take a joke. So many of the agents she had encountered were so tightly wound that they didn’t know sarcasm if it kicked them in the balls, and so many of Lucy’s jokes did. Lucy very much appreciated a good sense of humor.

At Liz’s mention of what she had been doing before Lucy got the message caused her stomach to grumble at the memory of the impeccably prepared, what would undoubtedly have been a delicious meal left back on the table in Vienna.

Uneaten.

She nearly moaned in despair at the thought. All that food- wasted! And here she was, floors underground, with not a bite to eat in site. She must really be hungry, her thoughts were starting to rhyme.
“No, nothing too important, “ she lied, trying to keep thoughts of homemade pasta, freshly caught fish, and straight off the vine vegetables, and a truly excellent glass of wine off her mind. Any more thinking of food and her stomach grumblings were going start to echo off the walls.

She walked into the elevator, sticking her hands back into her pockets, where with sudden delight, her hands found a lollipop she had tucked in there who knows when. Now though, it was going to stave off her hunger until this job was over. In mere moments she’d relieved it of its wrapper and the candy in question was now clicking against her teeth as she rolled it in her mouth. She watched with vague interest as Liz pressed the code in, if she were a different kind of thief, the numbers might be her means of escape should something go wrong, but as it were, they were just random numbers. And she was much more concerned with her lollipop at the moment.
Leaning back against the wall of the elevator as it began to descend, Lucy re-focused when Liz spoke,

"But, uh... If you've ever be pregnant or if you ever get pregnant, you'll understand that it does really messed up stuff with your emotions, like cause you to lock stuff where it shouldn't be and discard the key."

Lucy had to mentally stop herself from shuddering at the thought. Having children or pregnancy had never crossed her mind, and even if it had, it was banished VERY quickly.
“No, no, no, no no no. NO. All the power to you, but my life is crazy enough without adding tiny creatures incapable of taking care of themselves to the mix and have no usefulness till years later. I don’t have that kind of patience. Let alone having to deal with apparently crazy mood swings.”

Her mind was so caught up in the idea (and revulsion) of ever being pregnant, that she nearly missed the end of Liz’s sentence.
Squinting her eyes, she looked back at Liz, pointing at her with the lollipop,
“Lock stuff where it shouldn’t belong? I’m assuming that’s why I’m here then?” She continued with what was becoming as very amused grin, “Emotions get the better of you and do something that is now coming back to bite you in the ass?” She huffed a laugh, before leaning back and re-establishing the candy back into her mouth.

[Liz Sherman]

Liz offered a smile at the woman's honesty. She hadn't said what she said to be a jerk, that was clear (and seriously, who would really want to say something mean while they were in a secret underground government facility surrounded by people with guns and other means of destruction?). "My personal philosophy has been don't shovel it out if you can't take it." Liz's smile relaxed. "Not that I plan on shoveling it out since I've taken it." She shrugged and wondered if that could be perceived as an insult. God, whatever.

“No, nothing too important."

Liz thought she detected a glimmer of -- disappointment maybe? -- at her question, but if the girl had been in the middle of something, she was deciding to keep it to herself. Very professional. Liz, in the same situation, would probably be grumpy and passive aggressive. The lift hovered to a stop and Liz simply nodded, stepping out first to lead the way down a hallway of thick doors, some with complicated locking mechanisms.

“No, no, no, no no no. NO. All the power to you, but my life is crazy enough without adding tiny creatures incapable of taking care of themselves to the mix and have no usefulness till years later. I don’t have that kind of patience. Let alone having to deal with apparently crazy mood swings.”

Liz laughed at her very strong reaction, the smile reaching her eyes. "It isn't exactly empowering when it's not planned." She offered, shrugging her shoulders. "And then when you find out it's twins -- Imagine that." She sighed and shook her head, thinking back to Abe telling her she was pregnant right in the middle of the tooth faerie infestation. Good God, if there was ever a time to not find out you were pregnant with babies that were part demon, that was it.

“Lock stuff where it shouldn’t belong? I’m assuming that’s why I’m here then? Emotions get the better of you and do something that is now coming back to bite you in the ass?”

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner." Liz replied, her voice not entirely enthusiastic. "I'm not really that calm anyway, but these hormones..." She considered. "Ok, even without pregnancy hormones... That's not the point." She rubbed her eyes and let out scoffing laughter. "I guess the long story short is that my husband has cats and... he didn't change the cat box." And with that, they came to a stop at a huge steel door that possessed only one key hole. "And now they're in there."

[lucybishop]

When the doors opened and Lucy followed Liz out of the elevator, she grinned in delight. Now this was her kind of place. Lovely doors, thick and solid, all with their own unique set of locking mechanisms. Lucy could happily spend the whole day down here, unlocking doors and finding out what exactly the BPRD kept hidden behind them. She was giddy just thinking about it. If she didn’t want to maintain a working relationship with the agency she would have definitely come back to this hallway and work her magic on those doors.

“And then when you find out it’s twins--Imagine that.”

Lucy just shook her head, “I’d rather not actually. I’ll go up against Basilisks and Orcs or break into the highest security buildings. But kids, twins in fact? No thank you. Even to imagine.” Lucy shuddered again for good measure, absolutely no more baby talk. Lucy would rather deal with 200 baby rocs than one human baby. Actually, now that she thought about it, Lucy had never dealt with a human (or in this case, somewhat human) baby. Huh. She’d never thought about that until now. Time to go back to never thinking about it again.

Listening to Liz’s explanation of how exactly this situation had come to pass, she couldn’t help but grinning. This was getting more and more interesting.
“Cats??”
If Lucy’s one quirked eyebrow could go up any further it would disappear into her hairline, as of now, it was partially obscured by her swept bangs. She definitely hadn’t been prepared for this part of the story.

" In there....oh, well hello beautiful! Aren’t you a pretty thing.” At this time, it became apparent that Lucy was having a intimate conversation with the door.
“Well this should be a piece of cake!” Her hands placed on the door, she paused a moment before turning her head back to Liz,
“What are you going to do with a” pressing her ear to the door, “whole LOTTA cats once I open this door? DO you have some sort of cat containment plan?”
She took her hands off the door, closing them,
“I don’t want to deal with eighty angry cats....nor do I even know how to deal with that many cats.”

[Liz Sherman]

Lucy's shuddering made Liz smile, perhaps in a sadistic way. She somehow felt strengthened that this woman, this powerful witch who could open up almost anything and everything possible, was totally skeeved out at the prospect of having babies, and here was Liz having two. Liz felt better about that, and she didn't quite know why. "Yeah, I can see where deadly creatures could be preferred -- it's ok if you mess up with them. Babies on the other hand... Not really."

Liz did not miss the raised eyebrow, but she didn't say anything. Yeah, Red had a lot of cats, and yeah, Liz and her hormones were absolutely insane for locking them in a high security vault. And no one would probably ever understand why she did it, but damn it, it had been the best idea at the time! Liz was wondering if she should defend herself but then she would have interrupted and interesting conversation.

"In there....oh, well hello beautiful! Aren’t you a pretty thing.”

A smile crept onto Liz's face and she snickered. She'd never seen someone talk like that to an inanimate object (Ok, Hellboy to a Baby Ruth or a Tecate after a long day, maybe), but this was actually... cute, in some weird way.

“I don’t want to deal with eighty angry cats....nor do I even know how to deal with that many cats.”

Liz hadn't even thought of that! She screwed up her lips in thought. Well... She certainly wasn't going to go get the laundry baskets and bags again, that was for sure. "I say open the door, use it to protect yourself, and just let 'em streak out. If they don't find their way back to our room, I can enlist some suits to help me catch them." Liz paused, grimacing slightly as one of the babies decided to take cover underneath her ribs while its sibling started kicking her in the bladder. "Anyway, there's some um... sensitive material in there and we just need to get the cats out as soon as possible since I was so smart to stash them in there."

[lucybishop]

Cats. Why did it have to be cats? Lucy smirked to herself at her own personal, inside joke. Lucy liked to consider herself a modern day, female Indiana Jones....but with less Nazis and more magic....and stealing, lots and lots more stealing. Running her hands over the door once more, Lucy made a show of rolling her head, stretching out her neck, lacing her fingers together and pulling her arms forward in a charade of getting ready for a 'difficult' job.

She spun back around to Liz,
“Well, no offense to the Bureau, but this door should be cake to open,” and spinning back towards the door, she muttered, “it’s like they’re not even trying, huh Darling?” speaking, once again, to the large solid metal door before her.

She delicately placed her petite hands on the smooth metallic surface of the door, closing her eyes. Like a wandering tendril of smoke, her magic weaved through the cogs and mechanisms that held the door locked. It whispered over intricate metal pieces that to any other lock-picker would prove their doom, so finicky and sensitive were they. But to Lucy? They were like old friends, good memories and as easy to urge open as it was to breathe. Her magic questioned the door, and its response was a shuddering sigh, and the quiet tinny and grating sounds from deep within the door that signaled its unlocking.

Easy peasy, lemon squeezey.

“Better watch out,” was her only warning before she moved to open the door.
Her hand reached out and grabbed the door, having to brace against it with her somewhat insignificant weight to pull it forward. Like water rushing through an open spigot, numerous cats streaked through the door. Apparently, the felines had disliked being in the room as much Liz regretted putting them in there.
Her hand on the handle now keeping her balance as she leaned against the door, Lucy turned to watch the cats as they disappeared around the corner of the hallway. She wasn’t sure how they were going to get back wherever they were from, but the master thief was glad they hadn’t stuck around. Lucy wasn’t so cold-hearted that she hated kittens, but 30 of them? No thank you.

Oh! She almost forgot. Reaching into one of the pockets on the belt that hung on her hips, she pulled out what looked like a silver plated cigarette case. With her left hand flipping open the case, she lifted up her right wrist, the Keyring lifting away from her wrist to float around it. All of sudden, hundreds of keys began to appear on the ring, spinning around the curved metal and disappearing before reaching the other side. Finally one key spun around to land in her hand, which closed immediately around it, the other keys disappearing as she did so. Lucy took the key, which if Liz was paying attention would look very familiar, and pressed it down on the inside of the silver cigarette case, which held, not cigarettes, but a synthetic clay-like material. With a snap, she closed the case, making a perfect indent of the key into the material, and an easy way to make another. Lucy popped it back open, removed the key, which disappeared once she let go of it, and turning to Liz, handed her the silver case,
“Just in case you need a spare. I am a full service locksmith.”

[Liz Sherman]

“Well, no offense to the Bureau, but this door should be cake to open, it’s like they’re not even trying, huh Darling?”

A sarcastic smile slipped onto Liz's lips. Sure, this door might have been pretty simple -- after all, it only required one key as opposed to several keys, a retinal scan, and fingerprint scan, and a voice analyzer, but still... She was sure Lucy was just confident in her skills. Plus, Lucy still talking to the door was pretty amusing.

“Better watch out.”

Lucy stepped back against the opposite wall and half-held her breath (mostly because one of the twins was putting pressure against her lungs and it hurt to breathe in) as the door swung open. Yowls and hisses that sounded like an escape of steam accompanied the felines as they streaked in all directions. Some went towards the lifts, others the stairwells, and some deeper into the sub-levels. Gathering them sure was going to be fun, but Lucy didn't need to worry about that. Liz did. That was going to be a fun conversation with Manning...

"I didn't think you'd do it so... quick, so clean." Liz walked to the door and peeked in at the shelves of papers and rows of locked cabinets the room contained. Besides scattered papers and some cat regurgitation (Oh, wonderful), nothing seemed to be damaged. "Teach me to raise a skeptical eye to someone's file."

She turned towards Lucy and watched in reserved awe as the keyring floated and little metal keys dripped onto the ring from nowhere. It was a wonder the Bureau hadn't enlisted the woman full time -- her power could be dangerous if abused it for the wrong ends, but Liz could also respect the freedom of being for hire brought Lucy. Her lips parted slightly as Lucy selected the mirror image of the key Liz had melted earlier in the day and pressed it into the mold.

“Just in case you need a spare. I am a full service locksmith.”

Liz accepted the case and then laughed. "Wow. You are something else." She shoved the case into the small pocket in the front of her sweatpants and looked back up to the other woman. "Thanks. You really saved my bacon there." She offered a funny half smile. "Now the important question -- direct deposit, or cash?"

[lucybishop]

Lucy certainly didn’t envy the task of collecting those cats. The BPRD compound was enormous, with hundreds of nooks and crannies for the cats to escape and hide into. Good thing it was also full of agents just ready and waiting to be given orders. When Liz moved to look into the room behind the door Lucy had just opened, she took the opportunity to steal a glance for herself. How interesting! It wasn’t the scattered papers or the cat regurgitation (gag!) that had caught the eye of the thief, but the rows of locked cabinets. Locked cabinets that practically sang a siren’s song to Lucy, begging to be opened and explored, and it was only Liz’s voice that brought Lucy back to reality and away from thoughts of going into the room, re-locking the door and opening every single one of those cabinets and exploring exactly what they held.

"Teach me to raise a skeptical eye to someone's file."

“Well, you know, judging, books, covers and all that,” though, to be honest, Lucy wasn’t surprised that the information in her file was slim. She had purposefully wanted it to be that way, and the only way she’d agreed to keep a file at the BPRD was if she controlled exactly the information that file held. The more vague her powers were, the less chances of her being linked to other less than squeaky clean heists. Lucy wanted to maintain the working relationship she had with the bureau, but doubted they would want to keep the partnership if every single one of her various exploits was catalogued and listed in a manilla folder.

She smiled as Liz acknowledged the extent of her abilities, though what she’d been shown had just scratched the surface at what Lucy was truly capable of. She wasn’t known as the Finder, known throughout the world, for nothing.

"Now the important question -- direct deposit, or cash?"
That was an important question! Lucy clapped her hands together in glee at the thought. It wasn’t the money that interested her, but the thought that she could use that money to go buy herself a 5 star dinner!
Smiling at Liz,
“Hmm, let’s go with direct deposit....the Swiss account. All the information should be in my file. Now about getting out of here...”
Lucy could easily use one of her keys and simply walk through any one of the doors in the hallway back to Venice, or maybe Baja....some fresh seafood sounded good, but she wasn’t sure how the Bureau or Liz would feel about her flaunting just how easily it would be for her to break in and out of the compound without anyone even noticing.

[Liz Sherman]

Liz didn't miss Lucy's eye on the cabinets -- she may have been big enough to have her own gravitational field and preoccupied with the fact that one of the twins seemed to be trying to suffocate her, but she had also witnessed just what Lucy could do with a locked door. Without looking too conspicuous, she closed the door as the two women continued to talk.

“Well, you know, judging, books, covers and all that."

"Just like karma." Liz replied. "A good way to bite someone in the ass." She might not be clear, but whatever. She was feeling the urge to snack and nap -- deep fried zucchini with chocolate sauce and peppercinis sounded really good all of the sudden. She smiled contentedly at the thought, but pushed it away for the task at hand -- finishing the transaction with Lucy and then showing her out. It was almost as though the brunette read her mind.

“Hmm, let’s go with direct deposit....the Swiss account. All the information should be in my file. Now about getting out of here...”

Liz smiled at the woman. "Consider it done. And thanks again for coming on such short notice. I give you five out of five stars." As to how to get out of the Bureau, Liz jerked her head back towards the lifts and then led Lucy to them. The door opened, Liz stepped in first and tapped in her code, and the lift drifted upward. "This'll let you out right behind the main desk in the lobby you entered." Liz said, leaning back against the side. "I'll make sure to get your payment transferred right away, and seriously, thanks. I have enough to deal with besides dealing the the consequences of my hormones."

The lift slowed and the doors slid open, revealing the side of the desk with the security guard before them. "Thanks, Lucy. And if you're ever need anything and you're in the neighborhood, stop by. Though in a few months, I'm sure you'll want to keep a wide berth." Liz laughed and her hand rested on her stomach, rubbing slightly as one of the twins finally unlodged themselves from under her ribcage.

[lucybishop]

When Liz closed the door breaking Lucy’s line of sight with the interior of the room, it took everything in her power not to pout. Honestly, these Bureau agents were a bunch of gigantically pregnant spoilsports. Well... they were probably all not enormously pregnant, but stick in the mud seemed to be part of the job requirement. She was just going to look! Maybe.....There were tons of rooms, they weren’t going miss it if she took one or two things! Some people....just didn’t know how to trust!

"Just like karma. A good way to bite someone in the ass."

“Oh, karma and I go way back, like old friends actually,” she continued with a wink, her Keyring off her wrist and being spun around her pointer finger. It could have easily flipped off and spun through the air with the nonchalant way she spun it, and the lack of attention she was paying it, but it never seemed to move above her second knuckle. Lucy knew a warning when she heard one, however subtle and veiled it might be. Lucy had no intention of breaking the working agreement she had with the BPRD, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t curious. She was a naturally curious person, and that wasn’t going to stop just because she was in the secure levels of the BPRD....or for any reason actually. She followed Liz into the lift, casually leaning against the wall as it took them back to the main lobby.

"I'll make sure to get your payment transferred right away, and seriously, thanks. I have enough to deal with besides dealing the the consequences of my hormones."

“It’s really not a problem, in fact, it was one of my easier jobs this week,” she said, with something between a grimace and a smile on her lips, as she remembered the security deposit box from which she had stolen a very expensive piece of jewelry that happened to also be quite magical earlier this week. That job had definitely not gone as smooth as this one, and she was still nursing some pretty nasty bruises on her hip from the rather ornery security guards that wouldn’t just let her leave in peace. She stepped out into the now familiar lobby, turning to give her goodbyes to Liz,
"Thanks, Lucy. And if you're ever need anything and you're in the neighborhood, stop by. Though in a few months, I'm sure you'll want to keep a wide berth."

“Well Jersey isn’t one of my frequent stops, but I’ll probably be back in some form or another. I hear the BPRD is just terrible about locking large amounts of domestic animals in high security rooms and losing the key,” She continued with a laugh, staring pointedly at Liz with a quirked brow.

“While I may not be babysitter material, feel free to give me a ring anytime you need anything and for the right price, I just might come running!” With that she turned and started walking towards the front doors, slipping the Keyring back onto her wrist and slipping her hands back into the pockets of her jacket. Still walking, she made a little half turn to face the pregnant woman,

“Bye Liz Sherman,” she called with a grin, and with that she sauntered out the front door, with the intention of walking back to the building she had used before and then returning to Venice and ordering twice as much food as before.