[Dea] Milosh

Her phone gave a familiar jingle, and she smiled as she looked at the caller ID.  She flipped it open, already grinning, "Hello?"

"Dea, it's Milosh."

She slipped into her native tongue, chuckling softly, "Milosh, how are you?"

"I'm...I'm fantastic.  Hey...are you busy?"

She glanced around at the weapons spread throughout her room, each one taken apart to be meticulously cleaned, "Nope.  What's up?"

"Meet me at the little sandwich place down the street, will you?"

She paused for a moment.  He sounded different, "Everything ok, Milosh?"

He let out a soft laugh, "Of course, Dea.  Everything is fantastic.  I just wanted to talk to you about something really important.  Will you come?"

She picked up one of the guns, swiftly reassembling it, "I'll be there in an hour."

***

She pulled her sunglasses off, her eyes quickly taking in the restaurant.  She knew the owners - they were both sleepwalkers, and it was a safe place.  Mages frequented it, and there was a backroom for secret meetings.  As well as access to the forgotten tunnel systems.  She spotted Milosh and grinned, waving to the owner behind the register as she made her way towards him, tucking her sunglasses into her pocket and discreetly checking her weapons.

He was looking out the window and practically bouncing with excitement.  He didn't even notice her move towards him until she let out a chuckle and slid into a seat, "Ok, Milosh.  Spill.  You're going to change the rotation of the earth with your vibrations."

He snapped his head to her, wide eyed.  His smiled widened until she thought his head was going to crack and he let out a bright laugh, "Thanks for coming, D..."

She picked up her water and sipped it, lifting a brow with a laugh and twirling her fingers in a go-on motion.  He took a deep breath and smiled, patting his vest pocket.

"Well...you know that Eucharist and I...well, we've been...you know..."

She smirked, "You two have been dating, yeah, I know.  I'm not fucking blind."

He blushed and nodded, "I don't know why I didn't see it sooner.  I mean, I spent so much time ignoring her and treating her like a little sister.  I just didn't see..."

She looked at him and smiled softly, feeling her heart twist just slightly.  Not just with happiness for her cousin, but in jealousy for herself.  She spoke softly, "You two have been good for one another, Milosh.  She's made you happier than I've ever seen you."

Nodding he gave her a bright grin, slipping his hand into his vest pocket and pulling out a small, black velvet box.  He ran his thumb over it lovingly before looking up at her.  He pulled it open slowly, revealing a tiny yet perfect diamond sparkling.  She blinked and then looked at him with a smile.

He grinned at her like an idiot, "Do you think she'll like it?  I was going to ask tonight, after we get back from the op..."

She smiled softly, reaching over and squeezing his hand, "I think it's perfect."

***

Emotions raged as she stumbled into her apartment.  She could feel the broken ribs shifting around, her snapped collarbone singing at her.  Her boot squished softly with the blood from her thigh, and she was reminded why she never left the house wearing color.  She slammed the door shut behind her and leaned against it, sinking slowly to the ground.

She let the tears come.

It was supposed to be a simple op.  Easy.  All of her intel told her that the office would be empty.  She was there to obtain information - files that theoretically could help her kill a quarter of the Seers in the city.

It had been a trap.

One of her team had sold them out.  He'd apologized, told her that they took his daughter after she awoke, told her that he had no choice, that he had to save his family.  Two bullets in the head and he died quickly, but the look of regret never left.

She wept, resting her head on her knees, ignoring the pain that raced through her body.  Fiona had patched her up, but life magic can only go so far.

They'd been there, waiting.  She had come over prepared - she always did - so their numbers were about equally matched.  Lachlan had taken out their comm devices, but it only took them moments to set them back up.

She had watched as they fell.  Lachlan.  Seraphim.  Giant.  Brie.  Milosh.  Not a single person on her team was uninjured, but she had no choice.  She called for the retreat, taking up the rear and ensuring that the rest of her team would at least make it out of the building.

She'd grabbed his body as she ran past, already shoving the emotions deep inside her gut.  He'd ceased being her cousin, the little boy she'd raised, and had become nothing more than a body.  But she had to take him with, she couldn't just leave him there.

The blood and the sweat and the water from the sprinkler systems made her slip.  She could hear them coming hot on her tail, and Fiona screaming for her.  She left him there and ran, picking up the tiny woman and fleeing the scene.

In the comfort of her own home, she could cry.  She felt the world around her cracking and her heart breaking.  It was the right fight, it was the good fight...but how much more would she have to give?

One last task before she could rest.  She picked up her phone and looked at the cracked screen, swallowing hard and putting her emotions away.  She dialed quickly, her hands shaking.

"Eucharist.  It's Dea.  Milosh is dead."