◇●Shades Of Onyx & Ruby●◇

◇●The Meth And The Morse●◇

Squinting up at the top, Zoya turned to her partner while tying her ombre waves into a band "Pick me up" she ordered.

"Bossy" he tutted. Looking around, he placed a hand on his shoulder and laughed uncomfortably "In front of everyone?"

Sighing loudly, she pushed her hands onto the dents near his neck "Want me to tell them to shut their eyes?" Her tone was soothing and soft as her lashes fluttered charmingly.

Gulping, his head shook. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he lifted her so she could push herself up, tipping his head back so his chin was by her stomach, his brows furrowed "What exactly are you trying to do?"

Opening her compact mirror, she blew the powder onto the surface and held the mirror below the lightly sanded wording "It says 'Reach out and touch faith, your own personal Jesus' are we dealing with a cult?"

Aditya slid her down his body "It's a song, I know what we have to do" turning to the numbers, he pressed each one, listening intently to the different rhythm they all played, humming the tune as he pressed the corresponding buttons till the doors finally pinged open. Clicking his knuckles, he grinned "I'm something of a musician" he spoke with pride, "But I wonder" he dropped his voice so only she could hear it, "What kind of sounds an instrument as fine as yourself would make?"

Shoving him away, she stepped out and away from him, eyes darting across the two arrows pointing in different directions.

Abir nudged his companion causing her to jump and slap her chest with her hand.

"What?" She whisper shouted, her doe brown eyes wide.

"Oh, nothing" he relaxed his shoulder against hers, a bashful grin on his lips, "I just enjoy how reactive you are, I've dealt with a lot of explosive substances before, but none quite as responsive as you".

Dropping her head so he wouldn't see how red her cheeks were, Mishti sighed in relief when she landed outside the elevator so she could distance herself from him "There's two turnings, we'll go that way, you two go that way" she suggested, flinching when a heavy arm wrapped around her shoulders, "Don't, please" sliding away, she grimaced at the shooting pain that made stars appear before her eyes.

He frowned "Are you okay? I didn't mean to hurt you" He was far from the caring type, but he also had kind of accustomed himself to her, it would be a lie if he said he wasn't looking forward to spending more time with her.

"Fine" she snapped, "Let's go" tugging him along, she pulled him into the only door that would open, slammed it shut with her body and fanned her face.

Abir lifted the test tubes up "I'm assuming we have to put some kind of chemicals together to make something, but what?"

"Meth".

"What, how do you know that?"

Spinning him around, she pointed to the blackboard "It says make meth".

"Oh" he grinned, "I didn't see that, maybe because I was too busy looking at you?" There was this undeniable urge to make her smile again, he was used to annoying her and making her blush, but making her sad was new, he'd done it once when he'd evaluated her character and had no plans to do it again.

Ignoring him, she grabbed the box of tablets "We need to find the ones that include ephedrine, mix this with this solvent" she slid the bottle across the desk, "Then we filter it and put it in the fridge, usually it takes longer but I assume it will work quickly because we're on a limited time scale" reading through the boxes, she threw some into a bowl and the others to the side.

"How on earth do you know how to cook meth? Are you a secret drug addict?"

At that, she giggled "No, Zoya would kill me first, I've trained in Toxicology, so I know my stuff, that means I know what's toxic and what's not, and you, Mister are very toxic for my health" she waggled her finger.