Who: Eve Levine What: Panic moment, in response to hearing Ben When: Shortly before she leaves her office for lunch Where: Wolfram and Hart Rating: PG Status: Complete.
Her office was dim, the curtains closed. The lights were off save a few lamps she had brought in. Eve was bent over a scrap of parchment trying to make heads or tales of a spell. Part of it was missing, but if she could translate most of it, she could probably find a meaning for it, which would take it out of the useless pile and probably make it useful at one point in time for her, or the firm.
Her hand reached for the mug of tea that was on her desk, bringing it to her lips as she brought the parchment a bit closer. The hot liquid had just reached her mouth when something slammed into her head
AND EVE. 'CAUSE YOU BOTH BETTER BE OUT THERE, completely shocked, she nearly choked on the tea, causing it to splatter from her mouth and onto her desk and parchment. It took several moments for her to stop coughing, the tea having gone down the wrong pipe.
But it didn't stop there. Eve was a telepath. It was part of her being a witch. Always had been, of course. But she didn't know this voice. It was the voice of a kid, she could tell that. Eve didn't know kids, period. Not that she didn't like them. Her one soft spot was kids. She'd never hurt a kid. She just didn't want one herself. And if there were kids in this law-firm, they wouldn't be calling out for God, or her, or that damn Angel at the same time.
...need a freaking Angelsignal. CAS. CASTIEL. EVEEEEE. ANGEL NINE-ONE-ONE
Eve sat up straight, looking around her office. There was no one in here. Her eyes adjusted, her demonic ability letting her see through all objects. Nothing, no where. Looking to her wall that led to the rest of the law-firm, she scanned the hallway. Not one child. As she scanned the minds of the people near by, nothing. No one was calling to her.
The voice had sounded both pissed and, maybe terrified. Part of her thought she was supposed to know it. Like it was familiar. But that was a load of crap. She didn't know kids. So what the hell had it been? Could there be one in the building, trapped? With enough power to reach another telepath?
That still didn't explain calling for her, and the Angel.
Eve sat still. Perfectly still, and listened. But it was nothing but the mindless chatter of Wolfram and Hart employees. Tasks they had to do at work, or some things that had to do after work. Someone in research had just been suspended. Literally. Above fire. Fun.
Reaching for a tissue, she cleaned up the mess on her desk, and blotted the spell to make sure nothing was ruined on it. Standing up, she walked to her hanging mirror to check her reflection, making sure nothing was out of the ordinary.
Who was the little boy? Leaning back against the wall, her eyes closed, hand resting on her chest. Her heart was still pounding from the scare. The voice seemed so familiar. So young, she almost felt compelled to go to him. Whoever 'him' was. But she had no idea who. Or why.
There was a knock on her office door and her dark eyes snapped open. "Ms. Levine?" Eve turned to the look at the door, arching an eyebrow, but not saying anything. "The car is waiting, it's time for your lunch date."
Right. The lunch date with a client and one of the lawyers. "I'll be right there." her voice was much for firm and assertive than she felt.
When the door closed, she sighed. Taking just another second, she moved to her closet to dig out her boots and jacket, slip them on, grab her bag and then head for the door.