Nightshift 40 - M31-M40 Hallway

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Dean's flashlight flickered as he focused it on the room's door. M31. He had a winner. Normally he'd just let himself in - either by picking the door or kicking it down - but for some reason he didn't. Instead Dean knocked, rapping the door with his knuckles and waiting to be let in. Standing here felt good - he was supposed to be here and, his new-found confidence told him, he'd report. To who and for what? Dean didn't remember quite yet but it didn't seem to bother him at all as he waited outside in the dark, keeping an eye and ear out for anything that went bump in the night and needed to get bumped back. All the aches and pains from the last couple of nights here ceased to bother him as much as they had earlier: the cuts, the bruises, the bandages, everything took a backseat to getting into M31 and answering that compulsion.

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The door closed and a few, short moments later, Miku found herself fully grown. She was already half way up Sousuke's bed, and the bed squeaked suddenly with her extra weight. Miku froze, waiting for Sousuke to spring up and do something drastic (surprises were not the Sergeant's friend, she'd learned quickly). When he didn't, she drew her brows together, and poked his face.

Nothing. He didn't even twitch his nose.

Shrugging, and pushing her note from earlier in the evening off onto the floor, Miku settled down beside Sousuke on the narrow bed and rested her cheek on his chest, under his chin. After such a tiring night, it didn't take very long for the photographer to fall into a deep, restful sleep.

[Thank you for saving her :3]