[It's the last thing she sends, and it's dead-on precise for how long it takes her to get there. Fuck Derek Hale's timing, she'd been swimming again, hastily dried off before heading up here, hair still damp and the hoodie she's pulled on at least four sizes too big for her (because it isn't hers, it's Tommy's). Close enough, she can tell exactly which storage locker is the one containing Josh even if Derek wasn't waiting outside. There's a moment where she hesitates, and then as she approaches the last few metres, her dogs stay behind.]
Can't promise this is gonna work.
[Because that's the best way to start this off, right.]
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[It's the last thing she sends, and it's dead-on precise for how long it takes her to get there. Fuck Derek Hale's timing, she'd been swimming again, hastily dried off before heading up here, hair still damp and the hoodie she's pulled on at least four sizes too big for her (because it isn't hers, it's Tommy's). Close enough, she can tell exactly which storage locker is the one containing Josh even if Derek wasn't waiting outside. There's a moment where she hesitates, and then as she approaches the last few metres, her dogs stay behind.]
Can't promise this is gonna work.
[Because that's the best way to start this off, right.]