Who: Leon and Liv What: Leon stops by to work on a case but is greeted with Liv's latest brain When: Today! Where: Liv's place Ratings/Warning: Liv's on nudist!brain, so nudity Status: Complete!
Liv had just finished eating some brain tacos when there was a knock on the door to the apartment. Leon had mentioned stopping by to go over their latest case. See if Liv had any new visions. Even though he knew she usually called right away. But Liv never turned down the chance to work extra. Well, at least not if it involved a brain she had consumed. Liv was a bit more passionate about those.
She opened the door for Leon in her birthday suit. Apparently the victim wasn’t a fan of clothes. They should have figured that out when they found the man completely naked at his kitchen table. “Hey,” Liv greeted him casually. “Come on in.”
Leon had come prepared for a long night of working with Liv. While he now knew that Liv’s prefered diet involved human brains, bringing food was still a habit that he was unwilling to break. So, in preparation for a long night of working, he’d brought over a case of beer and some spicy Indian food. Both of which nearly fell from his hands when Liv opened the door. He was able to save the beer from meeting the pavement, but the Indian fell noisily to the ground. In a few moments, he’d hope that none of the take-out containers had split open. But for now, he was staring at Liv, mouth agape.
After a moment of stunned silence, he came to his senses, face turning red, and hurriedly turned away. “Jesus Christ Liv, what the fuck?!”
It took Liv a moment to realize why Leon was so flustered. She had almost forgotten she was stark naked. But it still didn’t phase her at all. “Calm down,” Liv said coolly. “I’m tired of the confinement of clothing. This is so much more freeing,” she explained walking over to the dropped take-out and picking it up. “You should really try it.”
The confinement of clothing? Sure, maybe before Chris had moved in, Leon spent a good chunk of his time in his apartment wearing only boxers, but at least he’d worn that much. And whenever he’d been expecting company, he’d made sure to put on some damn clothes. “You knew I was coming,” Leon snapped, still looking off down the street instead of at Liv. “I’m not going to try shit. Go put on some clothes.”
“And?” Liv deadpanned bringing the bag of take out into the apartment and placing it on the counter. She stepped behind the counter so she was somewhat blocked from Leon’s sight as she began to dish out food. “This is my place. I’d like to be comfortable in it. But if you want to stay trapped suit yourself.”
Leon inhaled deeply through his nose, and then exhaled through his mouth. He was here to work. And, now that he’d a few moments, he realized this was probably another one of those bullshit brain eating things. In retrospect, they probably should have figured that out when they found the man completely naked at his kitchen table.
He braced himself, and then looked at Liv. Holy crap was she ever pale. He didn’t know why he would have expected her skin under her clothes to be darker than her face, but it was still damn weird. He couldn’t do it. He turned away again, this time focusing on one of the pictures Liv had hanging on her wall. He wondered how Alex would feel about this whole situation. And Dan, for that matter. It wasn’t like Leon was cheating but… still. Fucking weird.
“Let’s just get this over with, alright?” he asked, cracking a beer.
“Alright,” Liv replied taking the beer over to her couch and grabbing a seat. “No visions yet. I think we need to go back to the crime scene. Or am I still prohibited?” She knew after the whole getting shot/finding out she was a zombie thing he hadn’t been taking her out as much. Hopefully enough time had passed now. She missed being more proactive with their cases.
“You can’t go looking like that,” Leon said roughly. “Public nudity is still illegal.” For the first time in his life, he wished that private nudity was illegal too. But that was a good question about whether or not she was still prohibited. He knew what the captain would say in regards to Liv tagging along, but solving crimes without Liv at his side was harder than he would have liked to admit. He’d done a fine job before she’d shown up two years ago, but he’d almost come to rely on her in the intervening years. “And it’d have to be between us. I’ll get my head chewed off if the captain finds out.”
“Fine,” Liv said with a sigh. “If you take me to the crime scene I’ll put on clothes.” She couldn’t exactly argue with that. Besides she really wanted to go to the crime scene. Check things out herself. But she was also going to have to remember this for the future. Want to get Leon to take you to investigate? Just take your clothes off.
“Go put some on now and I’ll think about it,” Leon said, almost hopefully. He pulled the files and crime scene photos out from the bag he’d brought and started laying them out on the table, making sure to leave a couple of empty spots for their plates.
“No thanks,” Liv protested coolly heading over to the table to look over what Leon had brought. “I prefer to be comfortable in my own home.” So as long as they were there, her clothes were staying off. Sorry Leon.
Leon let out a defeated sigh. Well, it had been worth a shot. At least he’d brought plenty of beer. He was obviously going to need it with this brain. He took a deep swig from his can. “Anything here catch your eye?”
Liv studied each of the pictures. But none of them were triggering a vision. “No,” she said sadly. “I think this is one of those cases where you’re just going to have to take me to the scene of the crime.”
Leon frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. They were off hours, and there was no reason why his boss would have to have any idea that he took Liv to another crime scene. After all, they were just hanging out after work. Hanging out at a dead guy’s house.
“Alright,” Leon said, pounding back the rest of his beer. “Go get some fucking clothes, Liv. Let’s go.”