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Charlie pulled the hood of their coat up, over their curls as they peeked past the snowy ledge. “I’m in position,” they mumbled, a glove to their ear.
“Yeah, the worst position ever,” Zari huffed. She lay next to Charlie on the ledge, the big white coat she was wearing blending into the snow. They were trying to catch an encore who had been jailed in the back of a maximum-security prison van, which could drive past at any moment. Zari’s near-frozen fingers clung to the cold gun like it was her lifeline, as she aimed at the white van, rapidly approaching.
“Move a bit to the left, we don’t want to cause an avalanche,” Charlie whispered.
With a bit of a stink-eye, Zari replied, “I would but moving is a little difficult right now. You know, with the cold and all.”
Smirking, Charlie wrapped their arm around Zari and pulled them a few inches to the left, closer to them. “Just be careful, or Mick will kill you for breaking his partner’s gun.”
Zari rolled her eyes and aimed. “As if you’d let that happen.” With perfect timing, she shot. The cold ray struck one of the front wheels, flipping the van over as Behrad blew the driver out of his seat, to safety. Sara, Ava, and Behrad took hold of their new prisoner, who turned out to be Charles Darwin. So much for not being imprisoned for his findings.
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After Sara had congratulated them on another successful capture, and Marie had said something sassy about their giant coats, Zari walked off in a hurry. Naturally, Charlie followed her.
“Hey, Z, what’s going on?” Charlie took Zari by the arm, as Zari often did to them.
“What do you think, Charlie?” Her voice trembled as they rounded a corner, walking into Zari’s room.
“Oh. Oh, you’re cold. Come here.”
With a sigh, Zari let Charlie remove both their coats and push her onto the bed.
“Gideon, can you get us a few heating pads?” Charlie aimed their words at the panel next to Zari’s door.
“Of course. They are currently being fabricated, you know where to find them.”
Smiling, Charlie tapped Zari’s nose. “Stay here, I’ll be right back, Z.”
When they returned, Zari had removed her jeans, exchanging them for warm yoga pants. She’d crawled under the covers so deep that only her eyes were visible, peeking at Charlie.
Charlie sat down next to her, tucking a few heating pads under the covers. “You’re cute,” they mumbled.
“You’re hot, come under here.” Her voice was muffled by the covers, so Zari shoved them down in a clear invitation. “Get in here.”
She didn’t have to ask Charlie thrice. Handing Zari the extra heating pad, Charlie got under the covers and held out their arms. “You’re cold. Come here.”
Her eyes going from Charlie’s serious expression to their chest which just looked like a great pillow, Zari obliged. “Don’t read into it,” she mumbled, her nose already against Charlie’s throat. “You’re just super hot.”
“I’m going to have to read into that at least a little, Z.”
“Whatever.”