Send "Don't you remember?" for my muse's reaction to waking up in hospital with no memory of your muse, themselves or their life

“You’re in luck, Sidhdharta, in fact, my fence needs  two layers and everything, you will  practically  be  Krishna by the time we are done.”

“I  still  do a mean pork roast,  thank you,  and  your services will be paid karmically.   For now, anyway, as my retirement doesn’t cover squad.”

“Sounds like something good to know. Now that, wouldn’t surprise me at all.”

“You are saying that agents who work undercover don’t get treated like dirt by their bureaucratic counterparts? Damn, should have known that before,” she grinned.

Samar laughed quietly at her joking words, glad she had managed to make Robyn smile. She was proud of that part of herself, though, the side that would stick up for someone if she saw them being wronged in some way or another. Maybe that was in part due to her job, but she thought it mostly had to do with the big sister instinct she still possessed. Even if her brother was no longer the man she’d thought he was.

“I’ll drink to that.” She said about the new toast. To emphasize her point, she took a drink from her glass.

“A lot of people out there certainly should,” Robyn grinned back, joining the other in the toast of life improvements. Maybe it was more of a societal improvement, but for the night, it would have to do. She was off the clock tonight, and it seemed Samar was, too. 

“So, what is a girl like you doing in a bar like this?” she asked honestly, although words were edged with teasing at the clichéd, and often chauvinistic, phrasing. She figured Samar would appreciate the teasing, if only out of how they’d met. 

“Keep your mutt leashed, I won’t have him tearing up my seats.   We can’t all bill the LAPD for property de- -structuon. And I’mma have to tell Bates that you are God-blessed,  he’s gonna have a field day.   Can’t let the resident Jesus get shot now, can he?”

“He’s invited me back tonight for one of his ragers.” Which meant alcohol and drugs. Of which he wouldn’t partake. Well, maybe the alcohol. He was only human. “I am no setting up booty calls.” His famous hiding my true emotions smile came into play. Once more the stab of guilt over her accident hit him hard. Now he was really going to need alcohol.

She shrugged. “He’s gonna stop asking questions eventually,” she added when she saw the guilt on his face. It wasn’t obvious but she knew what that distant look meant, especially aimed at her. “Aw, how come not? Here I thought Max was a true friend of Lucido’s.” She offered a smirk, then shrugged with a chuckle staining her lips. “Him and his ragers. Never change.”

“Hence why he was instantly found out as a cop and I had to pull the pretend to kill routine to get him out.” He didn’t work well with anyone that Bates wanted him to work with. And clearly he didn’t want to. “He’s been asking about Cora. Want me to send anything special?”

“So you’re in his good shoes, then,” she said jokingly, knowing Lucido about as well as any cop could. And a bit more than any cop should. She wouldn’t have been an undercover operative if she hadn’t been able to cover the urge to stiffen as he asked her that. She still felt like a cripple in the chair, distanced more than ever from her former life and aliases even though it had only been a month since Cora had smirked at Lucido and flirted across the bar counter. “Oh, you wouldn’t be wanting anything to do with the exchange of specials between Cora and Luc.”

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                                             SIBLING CODE

I’m allowed to pick on my sibling, but if you so much as look at them                                  wrong, I will unscrew your freaking head. 

                                                Fight me bitch.

The Rules of Attraction (2002)

Toni wasn’t very good with names in most situations (arguably, because she simply didn’t care), but she was extremely good with faces. Robyn’s was one she hadn’t forgotten, and coincidentally her name also remained on the genius’ mind— Though she would not admit to caring.

The details of the last time Toni saw her were foggy and the only thing she could remember very clearly about that night was the taste of crappy whiskey. She hadn’t known years would pass before she saw Robyn again, and she didn’t think much of it, anyway. Toni assumed Robyn hadn’t either, which almost made her turn around and ignore the fact she ever saw her, but a flash of stupidity had her doing the exact opposite. 

“Still kickin’, I see. How are you, officer?” 

Admittedly, it had been many years --- too damn many, come to be reminded of it --- since she’d been an officer of any kind, army or police, Robyn still automatically jerked her head against the address, the corners of her lips tucking into a chuckle at seeing who it was. The billionaire was memorable, and whether it was memorably eccentric or simply memorable altogether was still debatable but it looked as if Toni hadn’t changed at all. 

The greeting made her smile, a trace of smugness for what she knew and Toni didn’t disappearing off her face as she turned and stiffly walked towards her. The movement came off as natural but Robyn could always tell and feel the difference. It wasn’t a limb, but more of an impatience; the awareness of her own limitability.

“If it ain’t the big-shot flirt artist.”

Jessica Biel

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