Apprehension

Emma smiled as Maisie crawled along the floor, the bright pink workout pants bunching as the photographs crinkled under her lithe frame.  Passing across the stack of images they'd collected from Getty, Emma's eyes widened, there wasn't a crease or a dent on any if them. 

"This is impossible!" Maisie squeaked. "I'm not even sure what I'm looking for!" 

Reaching down she pinched Maisie’s shoulder, rubbing it gently with the tip of her index finger. The petite woman shifted and twisted with each push. "Take it easy, pixie." 

Her blonde head snapped around, gray eyes launching hypodermic needles up at her, her cheeks puffing into an adorable pout. "Don't you dare." She gestured with one pale, trembling finger. "Quit mocking me and keep looking. We're running out of time!" 

Emma giggled, Maisie's tiny squeak echoing in her ears. "Sorry sorry, I'm sure we'll identify the culprit." Smirking she returned her attention to the photo's from Harry's house party. 

There was Maisie giggling with Sophie by the bar, a photo of herself standing behind Maisie while she danced with Reuben. Her breathing slowed as she scrutinized the picture. Stopping as she examined her face looking for anything... 

A photo flew over the picture she was examining and she bounced as Maisie's limbs shot out trying to steady herself. She whimpered as she rubbed her shoulder. The sports bra clinging tightly to her chest. "You ok Maisie?" She said, reaching for her now diminished friend. A tiny pair of hands batted at her own, Maisie huffing and grumbling as she collected herself. 

"I'M FINE!" Maisie tiny voice plucked at Emma like fingers on a harm. "Please, we only have a few hours and this will be permanent!" 

The miniature blonde snatched up a sheet, scanning the onlookers looking for anyone who may be holding the instrument of her reduction. 

Emma lifted a single sheet, watching as Maisie snatched up sheet after sheet. Her little head obscured by the stark white back of a photo. 

She felt her lips curl into a dreamy smirk, remembering Maisie's dyed hair slip down the back of the couch disappearing into the fleece blanket as her reduction began. 

Maisie’s leg stretched out, resting on the pile of pictures. Emma curled her free hand into a fist, trembling as excitement crackled through her body. 

"I could have sworn it was Reuben, or maybe Taylor, but so far they're clean. They're in every picture, but with empty hands, no phones or gadgets..." Her voice oscillating between surrender, fear and anger. 

Emma beamed looking at the clock. 'You'll be so happy Pixie.' She mused silently, 'Just three more hours...'