Rickey went to respond but heard a familiar ring town in the living room. "That's mine...and my boss." she stood up from the broken bed and walked out of the room. Rodrick followed and went to wrap his arms around her when another ring started. He rolled his eyes looking for his own phone. They ended up answering at the same time. "Agent Rodrick." "Agent Chort." "Roger." they said in unison hanging up their calls. "I have to report to work." Rodrick told her with an annoyed tone. She didn't respond and walked over to his couch, unzipping one of the pillows. She pulled out a bag of clothes. "What the fuck?!" Rodrick growled taking a step towards her, black shadows emitting from his body. Rickey laughed a bit pulling on a black pair of skinny jeans. "Rodrick. Class 1 demon. One of Luicifers sons. Age in human years 32. Abilities besides immortality are unknown. But...looks like shadow or darkness manipulation can be added to the file." she pulled on sports bra and started to button up a blue blouse. "You fucking bitch! Who are you?!" Rodricks blood was boiling. "Check the file you were given a month ago that is collecting dust on the table." she motioned with her head as she pulled on a pair of black combat boots.
Rickey yawned and stretched her arms above her head before walking passed him to the door. Rodrick reach to grab her arm but she turned and he heard a click from below. He looked down and saw a pistol pointed at his crotch. Loaded and ready to fire. "Wanna play a game? Have humans manged to invent a bullet that can go through demon skin?" she smiled up at him. Rodrick saw a familiar look in her eyes. One that he, a predator would give to prey. "Get...the fuck...out." he growled through his teeth. Rickey gave him a wink and a kiss on the cheek walking out the door. "See ya at work...partner. Looking forward to our first case together. Don't be late!" she laughed before walking off.