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A laugh cracked through her lips as she went on the hunt, so to speak, and it wasn't unlike the one that had spilled forth when she found out who she was getting a gift for.

Malcolm; he who had been so concerned about whether they were sheep in the Alps. He who had helped Rose subdue her when she'd found herself less than human and more than a mere furry feline. It still felt like irony, she thought, as she approached the Zeus dormitory.

There was a neatly wrapped box in her hands and while she had considered putting it in his dorm, she'd decided it was better to give it to him in person. Besides, she wanted to see his face when he saw his gifts. Especially the last one; in her opinion it was by far the best.

It seemed there was some Hermes luck on her side as she wandered past the door that was propped open. Catching a sight of short brown hair and a suit, she knew she'd found her target recipient. Raising a hand to let her knuckled tap against the door, she cleared her throat as an extra sound to announce her presence.

"Malcolm?" she started, "or do you prefer Mal?" They hadn't exactly conversed much, if at all past the few times on missions they'd been in the same area. And in the Alps they'd not exactly been at their friendliest deciding what to do.

"Marisol Whelan, Hermes," she introduced, shifting the wrapped present into the opposite hand so she could shake his. "I wondered if you were a shepherd and then you helped my girlfriend subdue me when I was a margay intent on ripping your face off," she chuckled lightly, shrugging a shoulder. "Sorry for that by the way, it's a trip to be suddenly a feline." Which was to say, self-preservation kicked into high gear and logic had to take a back seat.

"I happened to get your name for the gift giving," she added, if he hadn't already assumed by the box she was carrying. She lifted it into both hands and offered it to him.

"You can open it now," she nodded as she remembered putting the cufflinks inside the box. After a lot of thought, she ended up purchasing a four-piece set that contained two pairs of cufflinks and two tie pins. Although for now, she'd just picked one of them to give him.

There was little doubt that he'd like the other items, she thought. A tie pin featuring a pair of glasses laser etched into an aluminum surface, an entire pin itself shaped in a lightning bolt which couldn't be more fitting for a chosen of Zeus, and a pair of bullet cufflinks as a reminder of what he did, as a detective and as a chosen. But the second set, the one she was giving him now... A flutter of nerves clenched in her stomach.

These cufflinks were etched with two phrases, well one phrase ("For the Greater Good") and one movie title ("Hot Fuzz"). The coordinates, that was a little more indepth. She'd had his place of birth and his hometown and where he was employed to choose from. Ultimately, she hoped she'd chosen the right one to engrave so that he could carry it with him always.

Marisol grinned, relieved, as the man whooped. And though she was surprised to find him embracing her so enthusiastically (or at all), she returned it as best she could without either knocking the box out of his grip or making things awkward by throwing off his balance.

"You're very welcome," she smiled brightly, "I'm so glad you like the cufflinks." Besides she doubted a restraining order would do much good here or when they were needed on a new mission. Hopefully one that didn't involve turning into animals. "The coordinates are where you [insert: were born/grew up/work], in--" [he can interrupt to say where]