Not a cat

 Really, she had tried to shake off the idea of having to thank Levi for being a proper cat owner. Lena had managed to talk it out with Davin, there was only embarrassment left there but at least he knew she was grateful, so why couldn't she just own up and tell the detective why she was bringing him his favorite food?

"Is Detective Astor in?" It was a good thing it was still early, and that the station was pretty empty. To have someone she knew see her at the police station for unknown reasons - that would make everything worse. "I have a small package for him. Not - not like it's dangerous, it's only food. Unpoisoned f-" She winced and smiled at the guy behind the counter. "I'm making this worse, aren't I?"

"Please sit down for a moment, ma'am." The man looked undisturbed. "I'll see what I can do for you in a moment. Relax, please." 

 There had been a time that Lena's birthdays were the party of the year in the Kaminski household. The entire house would be "booby-trapped" with little gifts and silly adventures, her brothers and parents all in on the fun. The night before her birthday, Lena would be absolutely unable to sleep, curl up in her bed and count sheep into their thousands.

Today wasn't her birthday and she had slept on top of Davin's chest instead of in her own bed, but the nerves were all the same. She kept running back and fro to pressure Davin into hurrying up, while at the same time she never wanted to reach the Kaminski family house and Jacob's detective agency that housed there. Because what if?

When Davin finally was around, Lena put her front paws on his calf and meowed. Lift me, there's going to be a huge dog soon. I hope you're too tall for him.

 The ball of nerves inside her only grew. Okay, press the door bell, show me Jacob, show Jacob me. Shit, did they even bring the letter pages? What if he wasn't at home?

She shivered. It was really now or never.