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A single word did well to put Emmett at partial ease. She had done correctly to refuse to sign anything or offer any sort of statement, even if it had been at the annoyance of the officer who put her in handcuffs.
To further her relief, she was told that Teddy would be there. It meant she wouldn't be shipped over to the local jail, and her tone must have expressed her gratitude, even if she wouldn't say it out loud. "Great. I'm at the station right now." Emmett pressed her palm to the receiver, but didn't do well to properly muffle the response she offered to the officer. "I told you she'd come."
Pressing the phone to her ear again, she smiled. "I'll see you soon."
Emmett wasn't always the best when it came to planning. She was spontaneous, and were she by herself, she would have wandered until something caught her eye. Her scheduled life only revolved around work hours and hockey games. Or, on occasion, other people's plans. Quick steps brought her to Alice's side, following the brunette.
She had no idea where she was being brought to, and for it, Emmett couldn't help herself. "Now is this perfect place just your apartment?" Emmett laughed at her own joke. "You could just tell me if it was."
Mornings weren't Emmett's best functioning time of day, and given how far into the night their adventure had taken them, she had no desire to move just yet. Eventually, her eyes did open, staring up at the ceiling with the occasional glance down to the colorful locks that consumed her. She had no qualms with the idea of staying in bed all day, especially given the company she had found, but a garble cut through the soft sounds of their breathing, and Emmett let out an immediate laugh.
No longer tangled in limbs, the mechanic stretched out on the mattress, slowly bringing herself upright. Immediately she caught her gaze, eyebrows raising as what appeared to be a scheme appeared across her features.
Waffles. Emmett was already grinning at the idea of food. Although her own stomach remained silent for the time being, the mere concept of eating had her craving carbs. "I'll take you up on that," she replied, swinging her legs off the edge of the bed. The wooden floors felt cool, as did the surrounding air. She immediately looked for something that resembled clean clothes. "But I warn you, I can eat a lot." Grabbing a garment , she stuck her legs through them before standing upright to slide them on all the way. A glance towards her companion, she tried to catch sight of her back, wondering if nails that dragged across her skin left any lasting mark from last night. "I have something you can wear, if you don't wanna wear the same clothes."
Though none of the snow had managed to melt enough to soak through her clothes, Emmett felt the pain of the cold as she brushed as much of it off herself as she could. There was a temptation to push Alice right back into the pile she had just pulled her out of, but it was too soon for revenge, and the telekinetic had an advantage on her. So instead she looked around where they stood, seeing if any bar looked more enticing than the last.
"Somewhere inside." Emmett denoted, looking back to her friend. "I need to warm up." She was still grinning though. "Any place here your favorite? Other than where we just came from?" No way would she risk running into that woman again.
Emmett had completely failed to actually offer her name, and as a hint of a frown threatened the woman she spoke to, she realized that must have been why. Her lips parted to make a correction - to at least inform her of who she was and fix any error that might have come up in the strange social setting of a law firm. Before the first vowel could come out, the woman had announced Teddy's presence, continuing to refer her like a student would a teacher.
"Miss James." The name came out too easy, the mechanic's eyebrows soaring upwards as her grin grew. "Is that how I should start referring to you?"
Her attention briefly came back to the brunette. One hand curled around the paper bag, the other extending a hand, which was surprisingly clean compared to usual. "Emmett. It was good meeting you."
There it was. News that Emmett didn't exactly listen to arguably the one explicit order she had been given. To call first. Strangely, the lawyer's voice lacked irritation that Emmett had been sure was coming. She was straight to business. A sigh of relief escaped her when she realized she wasn't being scolded. She stood up, feeling the desire to pace, only to sit back down when a look was thrown in her direction by the officer in charge of looking after her.
"No, not yet. I mean, they want me to but I at least know I shouldn't before you get here." Even if it meant sitting in a cell for the remainder of the night, something she wasn't entirely keen on doing but willing to if it insured the man who caused wreckage to her garage would be put in place. "... You are gonna come, right?"
When Emmett's gaze finally turned away from the pristine office she found herself standing in, it landed on dark hair and a friendly looking face. Her grin softened into something a little more appropriate, but she couldn't help the way her eyebrows rose at the news that Teddy wasn't in her office. What? Was she doing something other than working? Impossible. The mechanic assumed it had to be something work related that pulled her out of her office, but what bad timing.
"I knew I shoulda called ahead..." Emmett set the paper bag on the edge of the desk, the sound of something heavy clunking as it hit the hard surface. With a hand free, she pressed it to her jaw, attention shifting away to around the space once more before she realized she hadn't answered the woman's question.
"I guess you could call me-" Emmett gave a thoughtful pause, eyebrows furrowing as she thought of the term. Client? That sounded so professional. Humor found it's way into her features as her grin returned. "- a friend."
Having been on a friendly exchange of texts for some time now, Emmett wasn't sure what it was like to get on Teddy's bad side. She knew this wouldn't go over so well, and for it the mechanic tried to stall on hard details, fluffing it up with what - in Emmett's mind - was a clear victory. Catching the culprit was one of the most important goals, right?
Oh, and here it was. How hard evidence fell right into her lap. She could be a detective, if it wasn't a matter of just being at the right place at the right time. "My jersey." Emmett's voice dropped in a little bit of excitement. "The guy was wearing it at a bar. I knew it was mine, 'cause the stains." Beer and grease. Not too many people wore that combo quite as well as the mechanic.
"And after I punched him, he called me meta scum."
Within her first few steps into the building, Emmett was aware she stood out from the crowd of people that worked there. She was the only one that hadn't dressed in business attire, instead sporting her usual work boots, tight black jeans, and slightly stained white shirt, covered up by a thick denim jacket. Her cheeks were pink from the cool air, but a beanie kept her head warm until she was far enough away from the cold to shove it into her back pocket. A finger poked at the directory, tapping the floor she was directed to before calling on the elevator.
On the short ride up, she tightened her grip on the large paper bag she held under one arm, toe tapping to the lazy beat of elevator music. She was unannounced for any sort of visit, and for it, she grabbed her phone, shooting of a quick text that questioned the lawyer's whereabouts in the last possible second.
The doors opened slowly, and the mechanic stepped into the law firm. She didn't quite know what to expect, but in part she thought Teddy's office wouldn't be so hidden from immediate view. A few paces in, she still couldn't see any clear sign of it, and instead made her way up to the first desk she saw.
"Hey," Emmett greeted with a grin. "I'm looking for Teddy."
Emmett rocked back in the metal chair she sat in, fingers drumming to the desk she was ordered to stay at by the very people that had been trying to help her for some time now. It didn't stop an airy laugh from escaping her lips, dusting the phone she pressed against her face. No. Of course not, and there wasn't a hit of appreciation for what was an attempt at a clever build up to the much larger issue.
"Well, I've got good news." Emmett took a turn in her tone, trying to bring a bit of lightness towards the bitter conversation. "We found the asshole who fucked up --" A pause, and there was a little shuffle. "-- sorry. No, I won't do it again, ma'am." There was another laugh that escaped the mechanic, though a little more forced this time. "We found the guy who destroyed my shop. He's at the police station now. I am too."
There was comfort in knowing that someone else was disturbed by what had gone down in her garage, but Emmett waved a hand in her best attempt to dismiss it. Most of it had been picked up by now, but there had yet to be any sign of the person who did it. A stolen hockey jersey was the only sign of evidence, but the idea of Alex helping in a fight drew a grin to her face. She wasn't sure how great she'd be in one, but the thought counted for something within itself.
"Hey, you never know." Emmett mused at the idea of finding her way into bed with the clean cut lawyer. Really, she knew her own chances. That woman was beyond something else entirely. When a drink was set in front of her, she immediately reached for the harder beverage over her beer, taking a long sip from it. She closed her eyes briefly. It was perfect for the mood and company.
Dark eyes opened again, lips pursing in thought on the name. It sounded familiar, but she wasn't the best with putting a face to the name. "Give me a reminder," she requested.
Emmett had briefly considered that she might have been waking up the lawyer at such a time of night, or that she might have just gone to voicemail and the mechanic would remain where she was until the morning. The latter almost seemed ideal, considering the news she was bearing. Yet a clean accent came through the receiver as if she hadn't even been tired yet. Professional enough like she was still in the office.
"Oh, hey. It's me." A pause, unsure if her voice would give herself away. "Emmett. Coupland. The mechanic." Okay, that was more than enough, but she kept going, trying to get a little more to the point before she even gave the lawyer a chance to speak. "So remember how you said this is our fight? Was that supposed to be taken literally?"
She had said she would call if anything happened. The second anything happened. It had turned out to be far longer than a single second for Emmett to pick up the phone and punch in the numbers that had been left on her fridge, and then thankfully put into her own device for an occasion like this. In her defense, it had only taken her a moment to make the decision; it was everything else that followed that took up precious time.
Her mouth twisted to one side, nose crinkling as she held a hard plastic receiver up to her ear. She stalled on the last number, glancing around the space she sat in before finally committing, hearing the connection and first ring.
Morning came far too quickly. Tangled in a mess of sheets that never had the chance to be straightened out, sun poured in through the bedroom window. It hadn't been enough to pull the mechanic out of her slumber. Limbs stuck out from under the blankets, feeling the chill of a winter morning, but it was the sound of a light chuckle that first hit her senses. Then it was the movement of another body in her bed, and the warmth that pressed up against her.
Dark eyes remained shut, not ready to face the brightness of morning just yet, but she still turned herself towards the form that made herself close, a lazy grin taking over her features at the sound of her voice. Still playful, even if it was tired.
An arm found itself naturally gravitating towards her, wrapping around her waist to pull her in closer. "I'd say there's a few sinful things about you, too." Her hoarse voice managed, shoulders rolling back to remind herself of how they ached from the prior night's events that took place. Not that she was complaining by any means.
Emmett smiled at the question posed at her. "Damn right," she agreed with a firm nod. Though the vehicle didn't look like it would need serious attention any time soon, the least she could do was offer up regular oil changes. There were benefits to keeping the lawyer as a friend, but the offer went beyond outside motivation. There was just something about her.
She followed her up to the garage door, leaning against the threshold with arms crossed. "A'ight. Thank you. For this." It wasn't as if the lawyer was doing it for nothing, but the thanks still felt appropriate. "I'll let you know if anything happens."
