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Haven, Maine, over the weekend

The last time Octavia had been to Haven, she'd gotten arrested and Gloria had had to go yell at the Chief of police.

The last time Duke had been to Haven, he'd gotten arrested and Gloria had had to go yell at the Chief of police.

They could both be forgiven for being a little nervous pulling into the harbor now, even without the "let's go meet our mutual therapist in person" part of the deal.

[for one! NFB due to distance]

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Where there may be someone waiting on the docks for them

Assuming, you know, they survived that arrival thread

It just isn't a trip to Haven without someone getting into some trouble. . . .

We'll see

Octavia had thought about Haven a few times, over the years. Mostly when she hadn't been able to stop herself from wondering about where he was, what he was doing. If he'd gone back to Haven.

Sometimes even if he'd gone back to Nathan.

It was odd to see the town come into view, now. There was a sense of recognition, but it was so faint if felt almost as if it was something she'd seen in a dream, like a deja-vu, like her brain misfiring.

It had been too long for her to realize that she was doing the same thing she'd done the first time they'd been sailing into this harbor together. Hovering by his shoulder, by his side, with her arm winding around his back, because no matter what awaited them... This was still their space.

Duke tugged her in close. "You ready for this?" he asked.

Because he wasn't sure he was.

"No," Octavia replied as she leaned more against him. "Doesn't mean I won't do it like I am, though."

Because she was Like That.

"I have no doubt," Duke said, then let out a deep, aggravated sigh.

Nathan was standing on the dock, his arms folded over his chest.

"I gotta start paying Beattie off or something."

Octavia followed his gaze.

Her voice dropped into a deep, unimpressed drawl. "Chit yu vout in disha nomonjoka gaf, hmh?"

"He likes to search the boat. Looking for something to lock me up over." Duke rocked his head back with a little huff as a blonde woman walked up the dock and joined Nathan. "Don't know what she's doing here, though."

Agent Parker, FBI, should've been long gone. Unless they had an interest in the troubles.

"And who's she?"

Octavia. Octavia, sounding like you were ready to deck her too if it came to that was unnecessary.

Yeah, she got an amused sidelong for that one. "Agent Audrey Parker. I saved her life last time. She's not a local."

You know, except for the part where she looked exactly like a woman Duke had known when he was eight.

He stepped away from Octavia to go tie the Rouge down, keeping a sharp eye on Nathan and Audrey the whole time.

"Can I help you with something, Officer? Agent?"

Octavia followed him down, but couldn't really help much, since most of her boat skills regarding the Rouge were pretty rusty. So she ended up standing on the deck, a silent but steely presence.

5'4" of queenly judgment.

(It was in everyone's best interest that Duke had already called out to the people on the dock. Otherwise she might have opened with "Go float yourself, Nathan.")

"Nathan here finds your presence 'nefarious'," Audrey said, looking extremely amused. She nodded to Octavia, not looking even remotely intimidated by her queenliness. "Who's your friend?"

"Nefarious." Duke shook his head. "Nefarious, Nathan?"

Nathan just lifted his chin and stared back.

Duke had a thing for a good silent poker face, yes.

"Unless being nefarious," Octavia drawled, "assessed by someone with a grudge --"

No, she didn't even bother glancing at Nathan. She knew without looking that he was most likely staring at Duke.

"-- is grounds for not letting someone in town, you can go."

"It's not," Audrey said cheerfully.

"Mr. Crocker," Nathan said dryly. "Your vessel has been randomly selected for a security search."

"Really." Duke raised an eyebrow at Audrey. "You're going to let him get away with that? This is clearly harassment."

Octavia didn't really move anywhere to block any anticipated attempt at boarding the ship.

She did shift calmly and quietly in that direction, though. Just a bit.

Duke shot her a small glance and a smile.

Audrey noted the shift and raised an eyebrow. Her amusement didn't falter.

"I don't know, Duke. I'm still new at this whole small town cop thing."

"You handled the cats just fine," Nathan said blandly.

"I did, didn't I."

"That sounds like a story," Duke said. "You two should go talk about it. Somewhere else."

Octavia didn't say anything. Just stayed where she was, observing.

Waiting.

There was a lot of that happening.

"So," Duke said, once it was clear that they wouldn't be leaving. "You're working with Nathan now, huh?"

"I am," Audrey said. "You have a problem with that?"

"Me? No." He looked at Nathan. "Does she know all about your . . . thing?"

Nathan's face went, somehow, even stonier. Audrey looked between them, getting more and more amused.

"Yeah, Nathan," she said. "Do I know all about your 'thing'?"

Octavia kept watching.

Specifically, she was watching Audrey, now. Not in an intense way, just... taking note of several things about how she carried herself, how she was reacting to this.

Getting to know this stranger, in her own way.

Audrey was watching her and taking note right back. As well as taking all sorts of notes about Nathan and Duke.

Before Nathan could respond to her question, his radio crackled to life.

"Nathan, are you there, hon?"

Nathan growled, then pulled the radio off his belt. "Go ahead, Laverne."

"Got a call about a disturbance up at the Freddy."

"We're on our way." Nathan set the radio back on his belt. "We're not done, Duke."

"Looking forward to it." Duke wiggled his fingers at him. "Byyyye."

Nathan gestured Audrey back towards his car with a jerk of his head and headed off. Audrey shot Octavia a smile. "It was nice to meet you, Ms. . . ?"

"Ask him," Octavia rasped, nodding after Nathan. "It's in the arrest records, somewhere."

She was pretty sure she remembered the records did not actually have her down as Octavia Blake.

No. No it was not.

Audrey shot an amused eyebrow at Duke again and nodded. "I'll do that." She headed after Nathan. "What's a Freddy?!"

Duke sagged a little once they were gone and rubbed his hand over his hair. "She stuck around." He shook his head. "I can't believe we managed not to get boarded."

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