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He placed the bacon aside, opening the cabinet next to the fridge, grabbing two plates. Glancing at the spot beside the toaster he made sure he had some toast left - he did. Placing the plates on the kitchen island countertop separating the living room and kitchen he looked at her belongings and nodded towards the entryway. “You can just leave it there for now.” he said, running a hand through his hair. He obviously didn’t think that far ahead after offering her to crash at his place. “I need to tidy up my bedroom and change the bedsheets but you can stay there. I don’t use it very often anyway.” he offered and shrugged as if it was something normal. He was so busy chasing down clues and possible witnesses he was barely at home, and if he was he would regularly fall asleep on the couch while reading case files.

Demetri turned back to get a container of eggs out of a grocery bag he never got around to organize. It was fresh, just two days ago he went out to do some necessary shopping, but it had been sitting there ever since he came back having to rush out again shortly after. He grabbed the carton box when his ears perked up at the mention of her cooking. He slowly raised his head to look at her, a semi terrified look on his face, eyebrows raised high. Sucking in air through his teeth he took a look around his kitchen, gesturing at it. “I kind of like my kitchen not burned.” he replied, his face expressing pure seriousness as he uttered those words, no hints of jokes or amusement to be found. “I think I’m good. Throwing some bacon in the oven and waiting for it to cook shouldn’t be too hard.” he said, unaware of what he actually just said and hinted at.

“Coffee. Of course.” he said, reaching for one of the mugs and taking a sip. “Good coffee.” Demetri added, moving the mug and gesturing a cheers with it. “Doesn’t taste anything like the crap at the department.” Placing it back on the counter he turned back around to the stove, opening the package of bacon and putting the separated slices on the baking sheet inside the oven before turning it on - on low heat. He proceeded to take a pan out of the lower cabinets, taking out a piece of butter with a knife and popping it into the pan. Once it melted he cracked four eggs into it, waiting for them to cook.

“So… are you from here?”

“No, I’m from Seattle.” he told her, dark eyebrows slightly knit together as he thought about his origins. “Moved here about five years ago. I guess it’s my new home now.” he continued, shaking off all thoughts of the past. Memories he didn’t want to think about now and perhaps never again. “How... about you?” he politely asked, though, he wasn’t sure if that was information he needed to know - or he could just run a background check anyway. He lowered the heat of the stove as the eggs slowly cooked, and threw in two slices of toast into the toaster, pushing the button down for it to start.

Turning back around he softly leaned against the counter next to the stove, eyes landing on the case files. “Right, sorry. Not so nice to look at. Let me move it real quick.” he uttered, moving forward to gather the files, making a pile of documents as he took each folder, each sheet of paper, and each picture that fell out of its map to build a pile. “If you could watch the eggs and the toast for a moment while I get these sorted.” he asked as he grabbed the pile of documents and walked to the living area where even more of them were scattered around. Dropping them on the couch he turned to the whiteboard and flipped it backward so a new, clean side was showing instead of the one with pictures, names, and mindmaps.

Looking over his shoulder at her he cleared his throat. “Just so you know. This is classified information. Don’t mention this to anyone. You never saw anything.” he spoke, rolling the whiteboard to the side. He opened a window as he was standing there anyway before returning to the kitchen space. “You want some orange juice?” he asked, opening the fridge to get the bottle. But as he took it he spotted the expiration date, marking it as expired three weeks ago. “Nevermind.”