Friends in High Places
A Crimes of Passion Series from Choices: Pixelberry.
Pairing: No Pairing/ Just the Gang Being Themselves!
Rating : General Audiences
Tagging: @gryffindordaughterofathena, @pixelatedhayes, @atsuinawa @peonierose @tessa-liam @quixoticdreamer16
Premise: Pity the damned who go around breaking Lia Ginovesi’s heart, especially with a crime-fighting team behind the little girl’s back.
A/N: Two fics in one day? I’m on a roll, aren’t I? I had this idea featuring the CoP gang dealing with the trials and tribulations of teenage heartbreak. It was a quick spur-of-a-moment thing, so apologies if it sounds a bit unedited (because it is!) and I just really wanted to be done with this idea.
A/N 2: Lia Ginovesi is Mafalda’s youngest daughter. She appears in Chapter 15 of Book 1. I’m no VIP player either, so this isn’t inherently a spoiler. :)
“A breakup? Who did that to you, kiddo?”
“M-Matt--” Lia broke down into sobs. The eleven-year-old had just infiltrated the Agency’s office to inform everyone of her saddest heartbreak. Despite her mother being a detective and her mom being an expert chef, the youngest Ginovesi daughter was unable to confide in them, fearing her sisters would tease her endlessly for it and she’d get nowhere close to Matt due to Mother’s extremely strict protocols.
Ruby hugged the little girl. “Sh, I’m here. I’ve been through six breakups, so trust me, things will be okay.”
Just then Trystan and Nora stormed in. The detective was quite surprised to see the girl in tears. The Prince, however, was quick on his feet. He immediately knelt down and gave the little girl a giant hug. Of course, how could he forget her from their enlightening and riveting tea parties?
“What’s up?” Nora asked.
“Heartbreak.” Ruby informed ruefully. “Matt broke up with her.”
“Who the hell’s Matt?” Nora cracked her knuckles. “Kid, look at me. Just say the word.”
“You’re not going to go all ‘Nora’ on a little boy, aren’t you?” Ruby interjected.
“No, I will go all Nora on him. How-- how did this happen, Lia?”
“He-- he was kissing someone else-- and when I --” the girl was just full of sobs, the heartbreak holding her down like an albatross. “I-- talked to him, he -- he got mad. He broke-- up with me.”
“Nora! Not in front of the child!”
“Did you tell your Mom?’
The girl shook her head. “Mom will-- she won’t--”
“Okay, it’s fine. It’s absolutely fine.” Ruby calmed the girl down. “Look, Li- it happens. Some people are just terrible. You deserve someone who accepts you for who you are. And you’re the sweetest little angel ever.”
“No, no!” Trystan stood his ground. “Webster here is all wrong, Lia. Here is what you do. I need to know where this-- Matt- son of a douchebag lives. Perhaps a little confrontation about his actions can go a long way. You do deserve better, but you can’t expect yourself to move on without proper closure!”
“And you’re going to torment an eleven-year-old kid because he kissed someone else?” Ruby rolled her eyes.
“No, because I’ll send every Drakovian missile there is after him. I have the codes with me, in my head. All I need to do is initiate the ‘go’ plan and --” Trystan let out a high whistle and made an exploding sound with his mouth. “That bastard child will learn his lesson.”
“Maybe there’s a different way.” Nora suggested. “We don’t want to use your country’s assets to settle a break-up. But what we can do is collect enough proof and hand it over to his parents. They will decide on what to do with him.”
“Seriously? You can’t possibly go all ‘detective passive’ on it, Detective!” Trystan protested. “The missile is clearly a better option, if physical combat fails.”
“Bullying and or charming the perpetrator isn’t how we do things here, Prince.” Nora explained. “We need to prove to his parents that their son is the biggest douchebag ever to have caused a permanent heartbreak in a little girl. A presentation of facts followed by an equal punishment for the offender is a win-win. Lia gets to move on, knowing that Matt is permanently scarred with this burden and Matt learns a lesson.”
“Or I can air all of Matt’s cheap dirty laundry on social media.”
The trio turned to find Luke in the doorway.
“No, we’re not doing--” Ruby interrupted, but Luke was quick to cut her off.
“It is clearly the best solution! What better way to scar him permanently for life than air every bit of his embarrassing secrets online? Therefore any girl would think twice before ever seeing or -- even breathing in his direction.”
“Not a bad idea, Watanabe. I am impressed.” Trystan stood up with folded hands. “But I still think my ideas are better. What better way to scar that douchey idiot for life than a proper intercontinental missile? It’s just one little swoop from Drakkos to New York and -- sure, we will be at the brink of war, but -- it is simple eh? Or maybe, a grenade even. The object in question lies on the extent of the success of physical and mental combat. If my charms fail, the missiles won’t.”
“Rather than a rash stupid decision like that--” Nora swooped in. “I can turn him over to his parents. Eleven year olds are more likely to hide any significant details about their lives from their parents. Take Lia for example. She came here rather than going to her Moms. Matt the Douchebag deserves to be turned in so the people closest to him can see how terrible of a teenage adult he’s become.”
“STOPPP!” the girl cried.
“And now you’ve made her upset. Well done, guys.” Ruby sighed.
“No-- it isn't--” Lia shook her head. “Thank you-- actually.”
“It was funny.” Lia chuckled. “But I doubt Matt deserves any of your precious time. But all this-- killing stuff, it made me feel better.”
“Consider a job in crime, kid.” Nora ruffled the girl’s hair. “You’ll love it.”
“Can I come and talk to you whenever I like?” Lia asked, twisting the end of her shirt. “Matt was my first boyfriend and--”
“Honey, you can come in anytime.” Ruby gave her the biggest hug ever. “And we’ll all be here for you.”
Once Lia had been pampered with leftover icecream and multiple bags of crisps, the little girl bid them a short goodbye and left the four of her newfound detective friends to ponder over.
“Perhaps I should do something.” Trystan stood up defiantly, “Matt is a precedent for all of those absolutely horrendous ‘playboy’ characters who almost never do well. I grew up with sisters and I want to do what’s right.”
“And put up a fight?”
“Sure, that too.” Trystan shrugged, rushing out of the door.
“And I have to make sure the Prince doesn’t do anything stupid and calmly throttle the boy from ever doing such devious things ever again.” Nora chimed in. “Be right back.”
“Wait for me!” Luke insisted. “I have to be there to absolutely annihilate him on social media!”
“No! None of you will be doing anything of that kind!” Ruby followed them.
The next day at school, Lia found a very distressed ex-boyfriend of hers, standing by her locker. Matt wasn’t physically scarred; just emotionally vexed.
“Hey-- what are you doing here?” Lia asked.
“Li-- I-- I’m-- so-- so sorry!” The boy broke down into sobs.
“Why? Is everything okay?”
“I never should’ve kissed Sandra when I was dating you, but--”
“What happened, Matt? This is odd coming from you, out of all people.” Lia confronted him.
“Four-- people came by my house yesterday--” Matt swallowed hard. “And-- and-- they -- said if I were to lay another finger on anyone, they’ll end me.”
“That must be Prince Trystan.”
“Wait-- what? That-- Drakovian-- dude?”
“I just have some friends from Mom’s workplace. They’re funny, aren’t they?” Lia giggled brightly. “And I suppose the one that charmed the answer out of you would also be Prince Trystan of Drakovia. And the one that collected evidence and calmly destroyed you has to be Detective Rose and Luke - who’s probably aired your secrets on Picta. And the one trying to stop them all would be Ruby, my best friend.”
“Please take me back!” the boy pleaded. “I’m sorry! I-- never should’ve made that terrible mistake!”
Lia’s eyes lit up. She closed the distance between the two of them.
“I deserve better. We’re done, douchebag.” she spat, before marching away to her first class of the day.