Amelia: Some Could Say Our Research Is Outta This World!

Amelia: Some could say our research is outta this world!

Kai:

Amelia: You get it?

Kai: ... not really

Amelia: ... yeah there wasn't really a punchline

What A Strange Time To Feel Alive

I Thought I'd Find You And Tell You About My New Crush

It Didn't Not Work

Adorable I'm here for it

Ok, I know I already have a couple WIPs going on rn but:

Kaimelia au where Amelia works at a shelter and she meets Kai when they come in looking for a cat,and keeps coming back to try and find the perfect cat all awhile flirting with Amelia.

Added bonus: Maggie also works at the shelter and is Amelia's wing-woman

Would anyone like that? Hmm?

! DISCLAIMER ! This WIP is something that will never be complete or worked futher on, please continue at your own risk lmao

Breznick WIP.

Please keep in mind this has not been edited or re read for mistakes.

Criminal AU

"I feel you've been on the other end of this table that I might not even be qualified to investigate you. I think we're building a relationship here," Claire rolled her eyes at the familiar sarcastic comment as Officer Reznick pulled out the chair on her end of the table. "Y'know, conflict of interest and everything." She smirked.

The brunette across from Morgan didn't hesitate to cut straight to the chase.

"I'm innocent. I swear." Claire slammed her hand-cuff burned hands on the table in frustration. The little hum the blonde across from her let out only added to the annoyance knowing the mere sound was purely so that she knew Morgan acknowledged what she said.

"I'm not lying!"

"Alrighty," Officer Reznick mumbled again, flipping through some magazine -or maybe it was the newspaper which had Claire's name in it- not bothering to make eye contact.

"Officer-" Morgan cut her off this time.

"I hear you, you're a Saint, Claire." A full sentence was a start but it still confused her why Morgan wouldn't meet her eyes.

What confused her even more was that she wanted progression with this investigation.

Claire Browne, was, in fact, innocent.

*This time.*

Maybe it was just wanting to get out of this room that she found herself stuck in for what felt like the millionth time.

That mustn't look too good on her record.

Morgan flipped through what Claire had now confirmed to be the daily newspaper by watching her fill in the crossword and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Are you just trying to waste my time? I have a job to get to in-" She looked down at her wrist only to be met with the cold yet harsh metal that chimed with her every movement. "However many minutes till 4:30!"

Morgan scribbled something down with that irritating blue inked pen that Browne couldn't stand then looked to her watch.

"You have about an hour," She looked up to see Claire roll her eyes at the pen clicking closed. "That is if you bother to tell the truth,"

The brunette felt herself sink into the seat, which shouldn't even be qualified as a seat, more like some sorta perch that has now left a permanent mark in her ass.

God, she hates this chair.

"I'm not lying to you, detective. Please just believe me this once!" She understood that with her past she wasn't a trusted person, and that simply telling someone who went through years if schooling and training wouldn't make them believe that she is actually innocent... but there really wasn't much she could do.

Well, she could get a lawyer but she didn't need this to go any further than it already was.

"Browne! Browne... I know we have our history, I know you got your history, I know you have some sorta intel of this investigation and the fact you were spotted on scene just seems to bring me further into my conclusion," She shrugged.