Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 42

With Diego being one to take the action before thinking he demanded, "Call the bitch."

"On it." Luther gladly obliged. He took the handset from the cradle of the telephone and placed it on his ear with shoulder as the support for him to be able to dial in the stranger's number.

Meanwhile, Five and Y/N appeared on the ground floor. Noticing the message that was smeared on the floor with blood, they could only think of one thing that happened: murder.

They rushed up the stairs to meat up with a covered corpse. Y/N gingerly lifted the top part of the cloth to reveal a deceased Elliot that had been brutally beaten up. "Damn." They muttered under their breaths as the both of them looked at his messed uo face. The sight slightly horrified her. He didn't deserve it at all.

"It's ringing." Luther whispered as he held the handset. All they had to do now was wait.

Once Y/N covered his face again, she gestured for Five to hand her the briefcase for her to hide it in a safe place. While she was at it, she noticed her torso was suddenly itchy from her shirt. "Grab me a new shirt before you change, too, yeah?" She requested to Five, who was on his way to fetch himself a clean button down similar to what he was wearing.

The boy nodded as he pecked her lips shortly. Before he left Y/N tugged on his wrist to grab his attention. He turned to her with a look as if he was asking her if there was something wrong, "We'll work this out, okay?" She reassured.

The boy smiled faintly, kissing the top of her head before he walked with various items scattered in the floor as if it was an obstacle.

As for the two men, the woman eventually answered the phone, "Uh, hello, Olga?" He greeted before looking over to Diego, "It's her." He assured, "She sounds old. What should I say?"

"Just..." Diego beckoned him to continue conversing with an old woman. Luther cleared his throat before doing so, "Excuse me, ma'am, I was wondering-- What? My name? Is, uh, Luther Hargreeves, and--"

Luther frowned as Diego snatch the phone away from him so he could threaten her himself instead, seeing as it looked like it wasn't going well when his brother was behind the wheel. He placed the handset on his ear, "You killed one of ours, Olga, now we're coming after you." He glowered, "You will be dead by nightfall."

"Hey." The two of them suddenly heard Five from behind. They looked at him, still had poor old Olga on the phone, "It's Öga För Öga, idiots." He corrected, shrugging off his blazer, "Swedish for "an eye for an eye." It means the Swedes killed Elliott."

Diego turned back with a nervous grin, "Wrong number. Have a lovely day." He bidded his goodbye, without an apology as he ended the call before the both if them looked at each other, "We would've gotten there."

"Eventually."

"Yeah."

They watched as Y/N entered the bathroom to wash her hands since it had a little bit of blood in them as well as her face to wake herself up with a splash of cold water, while the boy sighed as he took off his vest.

Both Diego and Luther had their brows furrowed as they saw blood in the boy's shirt and on Y/N's palms before washing them off. "Uh, you got some blood on the both of you." Luther said. "A lot of blood, actually." Diego added as Y/N and Five exchanged places, ignoring their remarks. Number Five was the one in the bathroom this time, while Y/N gathered up four wrist watches that were lying around the place and synchronized them with her mind altogether.

Their silence and how they moved in harmony made them both suspicious. It looked like they were in a hurry for something. "What did you two do?"

"Nothing that's any of your concern." Y/N answered as soon as she finished synchronizing the watches she had gathered up with her telekinesis. Just as she did so, Five tossed her a navy blue long-sleeved (or short-sleeved) button down blouse he raided from Elliott's ex-wife's old closet, which she caught swiftly, "Thanks, Love."