The Vanisher: Stray

The Vanisher returns in this sequel to help the MCU on a strange case.
With new dangers lurking everywhere, no one is safe.
With Campbell gone, a new threat has come to Brimswood, and no one knows how to stop it.
A mystery causes people to break apart, for an end to trust, and death to arise throughout the city.
The Vanisher, almost a year later, has returned to solve the case, and the one respinsible comes as a shock to all.


6. Living Arrangements

I walk up the stairs to my apartment.  It had been a long day at work, and the serial killer just caused even more chaos.  

Not mention Smith has been walking behind me, like a shadow, all day.  He's following me up the stairs, but he's about a flight down.  He's lugging his suitcase behind him.

I unlock the door and toss my keys into a bowl on the counter.  Tim walks out of the bedroom in sweatpants, his hair wet.  He must have just gotten out of the shower.

"Hey," he says, walking up to me, "how was your day?" He pecks my lips.

"Killer.  Yours?"

"About the same as yours.  Did you see the news?"

"Yeah, I did.  Let's just say Jones wasn't very happy and on edge and was in a super bad mood all day."

"Sounds like you could use a pick-me up." Tim says, stepping in to give me another kiss. Just then, the door shuts loudly. 


I forgot about Smith.

Tim stops leaning in and looks up.  I turn around and Smith raises his eyebrow after seeing Tim behind me.  

"I didn't know you had company tonight, Ragan." He says.  Tim clears his throat uncomfortably.

"Oh...uh....Tim, this is Agent Smith.  Smith, this is Tim, my boyfriend.  He lives here with me." I introduce the two to each other.  Tim steps forward, offering his hand.

"It's nice to meet you Agent Smith." Smith grabs his hand, looking Tim up and down.

"You didn't tell me he was staying here.  And you didn't inform Jones before he assigned me to stay with you." Smith says to me, seeming to be a little annoyed.

"Wait, what?  Staying here?  With us?" Tim looks to me, confused.  I sigh.

"Remember how I said Jones was on edge?  Well, he assigned Smith to watch out for me, since we have reason to believe the serial killer might be targeting me." I explain.

"Wait, how's the killer targeting you?"

"It's a long story, and it's just a precaution for a little while."  

"Okay." Tim turns back to Smith.  "Should I call you Agent or-?"

"Smith will be just fine." Tim nods and shakes Smith's hand again.  "And, son?" Tim looks up at him.  "How about you tie your waist band and put a shirt on.  I don't want to see you walking around half naked again.  Agent Hart doesn't need to see any of that." Smith practically glares at Tim. 

Tim looks down, red in the face.

"Yes, sir.  Understood." Tim walks back into the bedroom, tying his waistband as he goes.  Smith turns his attention back to me.

"So, where do you want me to put my stuff?" I lead him to the door to the second bedroom.  I open the door.  He looks around, setting down his bags.

"This good?" I ask.

"Oh this is fine." He says.  

"Need anything else?"

"No, I'm good for now.  Thanks." He answers.  I nod and Tim steps into the room, wearing a Brimswood University T-shirt.

"Hey, I was gonna order some Chinese.  Sound good?" He asks me.

"Sounds great.  Remember the spicy egg rolls." I reply.  Tim winks at me and steps out of the doorway.  "Well, I'm gonna get changed and take a shower.  Make yourself comfortable." I tell Smith, exiting the room and into mine.

I change into sweatpants and an old t-shirt.  I walk out of the room and Smith is sitting on the couch.  He looks up from his laptop when I shut the door.

"Food's here." I follow him out to the table where Tim has set the Chinese on the table.

"How much was it?" I ask him.

"$15.63.  Don't worry, I covered it." He smiles.  We all sit down and begin eating.

Dinner was eaten in an uncomfortable silence.  We finish eating and yawns, stretching out his arms. He picks up the empty containers and puts them in the trash.  

"Well, I'm beat.  Professor Swazey had us practice half-time all afternoon.  I'm off to bed, ya coming?"

"Yeah." I say.  Tim offers me his hand and we walk towards the bedroom. 

"Uh, Miss Hart, isn't that your room?"

"Uh, yeah." 

"Then where does Tim sleep?  Did I take his room?"

"Uh, no.  That's our spare bedroom."

"But you only have two.  Where do you sleep?"

"Uh, in the master bedroom."

"And Tim?"

"The master bedroom." Tim answers, a little confused by the question.  Smith raises his eyebrows.

"Oh, I see.  You share the bedroom?"

"Yeah, we sleep together." I say nonchalantly.  Smith's eyes go wide and I realize how inappropriate that just sounded.

"No, I don't mean sleep together as in sleeping together, I mean we just sleep in the same bed, we don't 'sleep together', I mean we literally sleep together, and only sleep.  We just get in bed and go to sleep, we don't-" I close my eyes and cover my face with my hands.  Tim sucks in his breath.

"You don't have to explain anything to me, Ragan, you're an adult who can make her own decisions-"

"Oh my GOD." Tim moans, covering his face.  I feel like I'm gonna die of embarrassment.

"We're just gonna go to sleep now." I manage to get out as I push Tim into the room and shut the door before anything else can be said.

We climb into bed, Tim on his side, me on mine, and awkwardly lay there.  It's just extremely awkard after that uncomfortable conversation with Smith.  After a few minutes, Tim gets up.

"You know, I think I'm gonna take the couch for the night.  Uh, you know, busy day."

"Yeah, yeah, I mean, it's probably best so we can get a good nights sleep."

"Yeah.  Night." Tim says awkwardly, exiting the room, shutting the door behind him.  I let my head fall back against the pillow and groan.

Smith being here is just messing up everything.

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