No. 66

Prompt: Weiss Kreuz, cisfemale!Crawford/Schuldig, their first serious meeting
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When Schuldig walked into one of the many conference rooms at Rosenkreuz to be introduced to his new team, the last person he expected to see was the hot brunette from his wild (and admittedly drug-fueled) weekend in Paris. Only instead of wearing black vinyl and carrying a whip, she was wearing a pristine white dress suit and glasses and she was carrying a briefcase (and also definitely carrying a gun under that white jacket).

Schuldig ignored the Japanese teenager behind the woman and the white-haired creature in a straitjacket chained in the corner and stared at the woman in blatant curiosity. He couldn't remember how many times he'd come over the space of their thirty-six hours together, but some of the things she'd done to him had to have been illegal in several countries.

The last thing she'd said to him before she left was, "Twenty-one days."

It had made no sense at the time, because he was coming down off of some really top-quality ecstasy and several hours tangled perfectly in shibari knots.

But twenty-one days had passed, and now here she was again. At Rosenkreuz, in the same room as him, being assigned to Schuldig's team.

Or, if the Elder droning on and on was correct, Schuldig was being assigned to her team.

Schuldig caught the gleam in the woman's golden eyes behind her glasses, and he realized how utterly fucked he was. She was precognitive.