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Half an inch. Half an inch tall, they knew they were now. After the utterly gigantic detective apparently charged with looking after them had tucked them inside a small container of some kind, the shrunken pair had realized that the container's inside was marked with with measurements. This information had allowed them to gauge their newly-reduced size, and it was not an encouraging thing to learn.
Gemma slumped against the slightly shuddering wall of the container, sliding down to a sitting position with her hands raking into her brown hair. "Holy shit..."
She could hear Brent pacing the limited space. He only stopped once a slight bump beneath them nearly threw him off his feet mid-step. Once recovered, he sat next to her.
"So..." he said, "we're just... gonna be bugs for a couple of days until the trial."
The pause that followed indicated he hoped Gemma would answer him. She didn't.
"... Aaand hell if I know why," he went on.
Gemma sighed wearily. "Y'know, I've never actually heard of what specifically happens when a person goes into witness protection. You don't think it's this, do you...?" she asked.
"Uhh, n-no... I'm pretty sure being shrunk is different. Did you even know it was possible?"
Gemma made a slightly hysterical negative sound, her lips pressed together.
Fulbright didn't live far from the station. A modest house on his own, and a perfect place to ensure the weekend-long safety of the two tiny witnesses assigned to his care.
He arrived at home, exiting his car and strolling inside, and there he finally brought back out the small container the two were closed into. Setting it on his table as he hung up his white jacket and ditched his gloves and shoes, he popped the container open.
"Well, here we are!"
He waited. Nothing happened. He leaned down toward the table until his face was sideways next to the container.
"You should come on out," he said, "I'll have much nicer accommodations for you in just a minute!"
Did this guy realize just how loud he was...?
His voice was... close to pleasant, at least. Certainly friendly, if possibly a bit overly so.
Gemma exchanged a glance with Brent, who hesitantly exited their transport container first. Once she could confirm that nothing else shocking had happened to him, Gemma followed.
"Okay..." she breathed. It was like walking into a different world - the walls and ceiling looked miles away, the surface they were on stretching out amazingly far on its own, and of course...
She couldn't help but jump in fright as the towering detective who had brought them here gave an enthusiastic grin, his face hovering down near their level.
"So, care for some introductions?" he inquired, his booming and cheery voice making her ears ring a little. Fortunately he straightened back up, bringing his face much further away. "Bobby Fulbright, homicide division!"
...
Gemma made a noise that didn't particularly resemble words on her first attempt to speak.
"Uh, I'm... Brent?" Brent offered. The detective clearly didn't hear him.
"Ah!"
The enormous figure lowered to meet them again. His eyes flicked toward Brent.
"Brent!" he repeated. "M-my name's... Brent! I was-- a-am studying musical theory..."
Gemma blinked, not especially happy it was her turn.
"... Gemma," she said simply. "Archaeology major. It's my fourth year."
She winced preemptively as the detective began to speak again, but to her relief he managed to tone his voice down for once.
"Archaeology, eh? Fascinating subject, never studied it. Say, do you by chance like puzzles?"
She couldn't hope to imagine the relevance of the question, but hey, at least he sounded... sincere.
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