“Just stuff? It’s just stuff to you? Wow, I don’t know what I was expecting there, but certainly not that. Anyways, there’s your stuff, I might’ve or might’ve not have added something in there. Now, I’ll be taking this cat home and try my best to make my sibling shut up for a long time, unless you want to take it to your house?”
Connie looked towards her, and listened to her talk. “Maybe you should take it tonight, and maybe I could- wait something else?” She asked raised her brow. She didn’t know whether to like the sound of that or be worried. “What do you mean?”
Emma just looked at Connie, momentarily stopping everything she was doing. It seemed like the cat really did like being petted, because the cat started scratching Emma’s hand, as if telling her to continue. Emma sighed and continued petting the cat. Paper.” Emma quickly responded.
"P-paper?" She asked confused, not sure how this added much value to her things. If it was just sheets of paper… what was so special about that? She'd have to double check when she got home, but for now she didn't want to try and open the sealed box without a knife. "Anyways, thank you Ms. Garcia." She smiled lightly, ready to run off and head to Laura's house for the night.
Emma nodded, as the cat looked up at her and meowed pretty loudly. She looked down at the cat, sighed, shook her head and smiled. “I haven’t forgotten about you, you little cutie!” She then looked back at Connie and smiled. “Call me Emma. Ms. Garcia sounds a bit too formal for my liking.
Connie flushed some, and nodded. "Sorry, thank you Emma. I hope I'll get to see you again." She grinned before running off on her own, and tripping up some as she did. She was off to Laura's house, assuming she would let her spend the night. She was too sweet not to let her.
Emma chuckled and walked to her car, still holding the cat in her hands. When she arrived to her car, she thought something before getting in. She extended a blanket on the seat next to hers and put the cat on the blanket. The cat curled up and with that Emma buckled up and started driving home.
Connie came to a skidding stop as she ran up the front steps to Laura's house. Awkwardly shifting the box, she knocked on the door excessively and pressed the door bell a dozen times. That was basically what she did every time, and Laura knew this. So she stopped hearing the door click, a bright smile on her face. A tall man was standing at the door, in an attempt not to chuckle. "Hey Connie, everything OK?" Fredrick asked crossing his strong arms over his chest. "Oh, sorry, Laura has my wet-probably dry now clothes. And my mom would kill me if I came home tonight." Connie shrugged.
She parked her car outside once she reached her house. She picked up the blanket with the cat, walked to the door, and rung the doorbell. A couple of seconds passed and Amaya opened the door, looking at her quizzically. Amaya pointed to the blanket that held the cat and Emma just stared at her. Amaya shrugged, walked inside and sat down on the couch, where her brother was watching Sherlock.
Fred rolled his eyes with a soft smirk. "Laura, it's Connie." He called, still leaning against the door frame. He had nothing against Connie, but he wanted to hear what his fiance had to say about this whole thing. So in a few seconds, she came up behind him. "Sorry, what- Oh Connie." She said in a slightly sour tone. "Did you come back for your clothes?" Laura hummed in a soft tone. "Or are you wanting to stay the night?" She questioned with a raised brow. "If you'll have me, spend the night." She admitted, adjusting the box.
Emma sighed at the sight of her siblings watching Sherlock and quickly grabbed some soap, a towel and took the cat to the bathroom to have the cat a shower. She grabbed some soap and rubbed it on the cat, then she poured some water over the cat, taking all soap right of it’s fur. Of course, the cat tried to get out of the tub once the water hit the cat, but Emma held it in place. Once she had finished everything, she dried the cat off with the towel.
Laura sighed, hugging her fiance around the waist. "I'm OK with it, but it's Freddy here you'll have to convince." She chuckled, kissing his cheek. Connie smiled, and gave the sweetest look she could. "Please?" She pouted, pleadingly. Fredrick sighed, rolling his eyes once more. "I don't have a problem with it. Just don't break anything." He snickered before pulling away from the door to let her in.
Emma walked downstairs with the cat, making both Amaya and Jackson look at her. They never payed attention to her unless she was holding something or saying something interesting. And it happen to be that Emma was holding a cat. She sighed and sat on the couch, petting the cat. “I’ll be taking care of a cat for a while, so please, don’t stress it out.”
“You have our word!” Jackson said cheerily, before turning his attention to the TV show.
Connie felt proud at the fact she had gotten past the two. It was stupid, but Fred wasn't known for his hospitality. "Thank you guys so much." She grinned, setting her box down and going to hug them both. "You guys rock." She hummed, as she hugged her two favorite adults. Laura laughed, pulling away. "You can stay in the guest room, your clothes are there too." She told her before pulling Fred back into the kitchen where they had been before. Connie rolled her eyes some, and picked her box up once more and heading to "her" room.
Everything was quiet after that. There was no single peep coming out from Amaya and Jackson, which meant that this TV show really helped them being. . as quiet as possible without fighting or doing anything that would annoy Emma. She sighed, petted the cat and just started watching the show with them, not even caring that she had no idea of what was happening.
Connie sat on the edge of the bed, starring at the box on the floor. It was killing her to know what Emma had put inside. But she was terrified to open it though. It couldn't harm her though, right? "Come on, just- open it!" She demanded herself pushing off the bed. Once up, she slowly, carefully stepped over to the box and sitting on the floor. "It's a box." She said again, sitting on the floor. Slipping her hands under the flaps, she opened it starring into the box of her items.
On the side of the box, almost under all the the items, but not quite, was a white envelope with black writing that said “Open Me”. The envelope was also decorated in small cute stickers, random little doodles of animals and smiley faces to make it look less boring. It looked that Emma spent more time decorating the envelope than doing anything else.
Connie chuckled, pulling out the envelope. “Cute, I’ll have to make sure not to rip it.” She mumbled, sliding her finger under the edge of it. Sucking in a deep breath, she lifted the flap, looking inside to see what content the envelope held.
Inside the envelope, there was a letter. It was folded, so Connie could only see the part where it said To the reader. There was also a couple of stickers and a piece of paper with a phone number. The paper read, 𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝓇 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒. At this point, anyone reading the paper would be completely confused. But that’s exactly what Emma wanted to do. To confuse the receiver of the envelope.
Connie pulled off the paper, flipping it over and scanning the number. "She really gave me her number? Dang." She muttered, putting the paper on her phone still in the box. She'd have to remember to put it in later, for now she had to figure out what this whole thing was. Connie was completely lost at to what was happening, she wasn't even worried at this point. "What could she possibly have written me?" Questioningly, she unfolded the letter to read what it could have to say.
The letter read,
𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑒,
𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝓈𝒶𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓉𝒾, 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉. 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓉𝒾 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓇𝓉; 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝐼’𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓉𝒾 𝒾𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝒶𝒹. (𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝒹𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼’𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝓁𝓎.) 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒’𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓉𝒾 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝒶𝒹. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓎 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒻 𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈.
𝒩𝑜𝓌, 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓉𝒾 𝒾𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒻 𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎’𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓅𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂. 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈, 𝐼 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝓇𝓉. 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒷𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓈. 𝒜𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒮𝓅𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝒞𝒶𝓃𝓈.
𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅, 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓉𝒾 𝒾𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒹. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓉𝒾 𝒾𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒. 𝐼’𝓂 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓎, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒. 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒶𝓎, 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑒? 𝒟𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓉𝒾 𝒾𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓇𝓉?
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎,
𝐸𝓂𝓂𝒶 𝒢𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒾𝒶
𝒫𝒮. 𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐼𝒟 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝒹.
Connie glanced over the letter, her heart starting to pound. "She's got to be joking." Astounded, she pulled out her phone and set the letter aside. Quickly typing in her password, she went to her messaging app and clicked the 'Send New Message' button, jotting in the phone number. Her eyes hovered over the screen, and her fingers over the keys. 'What do I even say?' But before she could process anything, she started typing, and hit send.
Hey, it's Connie. If this is Emma, are you being serious? Like for real, you aren't joking with me?
Emma groaned as the episode ended. After an hour of watching Sherlock with them, she was ready to close her eyes and not wake up until the next morning. Truth to be told, she was exhausted and she needed some sleep. She looked down at the cat who was already sleeping and smiled. She was glad that she had owned a cat before, and luckily she found some things the cat would need. She heard her phone ding, took it out, unlocked it and quickly went to her message app. She quickly read the text and sighed. She must’ve read the letter. She quickly wrote an answer and hit send.
Of course I’m being serious, Connie. I do not joke around when it comes to art.
Connie watched the dots appear on the screen, waiting in anticipation. When the response came up, a smile broke out on her lips. This would be a dream, Connie Hope and Emma Garcia, working together to change something that mattered to her. Though coming up with a reply, that was the hard part. She didn't want to seem overly excited, or completely dull. So what would be the appropriate response? Once more, she began to type before her brain could process what she was saying.
I'm down for it then.
Emma anxiously waited for Connie’s response. She was ready for whatever was coming. If Connie’s response was a no, she would be somewhat disappointed, but would just leave things how it was. If Connie’s answer was a yes, then she could finally thank her lucky stars. Her phone dinged and she looked at Connie’s response. She smiled as she read the response, internally did a cheer and wrote her response before turning her phone off.
Oh, thank goodness you said yes. I honestly was thinking that maybe my idea wasn’t such a good idea after all. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!