"Haven't you had an ultrasound lately? I need a picture!... can you come visit soon?...Ugh, fine. Maybe we can figure something out. I don't know..." Quinn is sitting in Franky's dining room with her bare feet up on the table, because she has no manners and is talking to her pregnant sister. Pregnant! Who would have ever pegged her as a girl who could handle that, huh? Let alone want it. She has no idea how she's going to manage to be an aunt, either.

She listens for a moment and then decides they've spent enough time on the phone, "Okay. Well, let me know if you need anything and give me any details. I need to know when to show up. I'll tell him. Bye."

She hangs up and slides the phone onto the table, leaning back in the chair precariously and propping her hands up behind her head. She sighs softly. It's been tiring lately. She just got done with a job and she always calls Darcy right after one, though she doesn't tell her that's the reason she's calling. She doesn't need to worry the poor woman. She's already neurotic enough as is.

"Franky! Darce and Ford say hi," she calls to him, not knowing where he is at the moment.

This was a good way to start a job. Just... awesome. It was always a good sign when the intel you had indicated that the target was completely unaware of the Organization and their movements. The target operated alone. The target had no reason to be suspicious.

One broken wrist, a dislocated shoulder and a few nasty bruises to her face later, Quinn realized that hey! This guy totally knew they were after him. Awesome. She had to try and dodge an axe that the guy threw from a shed. She wasn't super stoked about that, but when he turned to grab something else she didn't have eye contact to get a hold of him, well, touch would have to do. That was how she ended up with her shoulder wrenched behind her back, shoulder jutted out unnaturally and her wrist snapped. It didn't feel good.

Now she was being treated, injuries not substantial enough to be considered an emergency, but she would argue otherwise. The bruise across her left cheekbone where she'd been elbowed upon her first offensive attack was radiating through her skull while her shoulder and arm felt dead. The longer it stayed out the worse it would get and she was tempted to pop it back in herself.

Eventually they got her in a room and started treating her, x-rays and such, but she was laying around in a bed in a room, still having not seen a doctor yet.

"You don't understand, I've been doing this for longer than you realize--"

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, your records put you as a risk for us and a thorough evaluation must be completed before we can even give you clearance into anything but administrative offices," the little flippant woman looked younger than Quinn with long blonde hair and false eyelashes. She had no place telling Quinn what she could and couldn't do. 

"Fine. What does the evaluation require?" she figured she may as well ask, her petite stature still giving as much attitude as she possibly could. 

"There's a current waiting list for two months--"

"What the fuck. You've got to be kidding me?" she barked at her. 

"No, they are very thorough, as I've said," she was getting catty. 

Quinn pursed her lips and sighed, taking another deep breath to pull back from him and deciding that this wasn't going to work. She needed to do something else. They needed her whether they wanted to believe it or not. She was worth something to them. They had taken down multiple drug rings and they didn't even realize that it was Quinn's doing that they could do that. That idiot stole her pride from her and she wasn't about to let that go. 

She left in a huff, walking out of the front door, keys hanging from her hand. She'd taken Darcy's car since what did she care? She was off having a great time. The drive home was faster than it should have been, weaving in and out of traffic, her temper rising to dangerous proportions. When she finally did arrive back, Quinn was immediately rustling through all of her things. She had a gun in the stuff in storage, which was currently scattered in Darcy's spare bedroom while she figured out what to do with it all. A bag was packed swiftly, the gun found

Quinn's strength over the course of the next month and a half had easily tripled. She was doing everything she could to get herself back to where she was before the incident and better. It wasn't easy and it wasn't really all that satisfying until she finally hit a point where she knew she was strong enough to hold her own. That, by no means, meant that her role in this house she'd somehow ended up living in, had changed. No, she was still the sister of the girlfriend. It was sort of like being an in-law but with less commitment.

In fact, she spent a lot of time not bothering being too concerned, because she wasn't necessarily going to get along with that legend and boyfriend of her sister's. She would never understand how Darcy got a hold of him and why he put up with her, but they worked in a sort of weird way. Quinn kept on as she was, though, never getting in the way; well, unless she really wanted to.

She and Ford didn't agree on much. Quinn was idealistic and Ford was jaded and together they butt heads all the goddamned time. It was fun sometimes, but Darcy then went on her rants and Quinn didn't need to be mothered by her OCD older sister. Especially not after she had to be ranted at by her narcisistic brother when they finally told him. Of course, they didn't tell him everything, but enough to get by until Greyson was too confused to keep asking questions.

At any rate, the whole thing they were all actually waiting around for, still hadn't happened. Francis had not surfaced again and though this length of time wasn't that long in the big scheme of things, it felt like the end. Quinn was starting to think she had been crazy and had never talked to him; that her mind had made it up in that first month. She was doubting that he would ever pull himself out enough for them to dive in and Ford wouldn't let her just go in. Somehow asking for him to just hold him down didn't seem to go over well

Now she was sitting in the living room, deciding what to do with herself and watching half-asleep in the chair across from. She'd gone back to work, but she wasn't getting a lot of sleep since no one else was on a midnight schedule like she was. She seemed a little worn thin, but it wasn't like saying that to her would help. Quinn was just as stubborn.