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By the time the strange feeling all over Mia's body finally subsided, she was beyond terrified. She'd shrunk, right here in the office, and she found herself lying on her backside on the surface of her own desk. How had this happened? Why had it stopped now? She had quite a few questions. Shakily getting to her feet, she shuddered as the last of the tickling feeling all over her skin vanished.
A shaky breath escaped her lungs. She was very, very small. Stranded on the top of her own desk, she looked around for anything to gauge her reduced height from. She found her phone, which had been resting next to her stack of papers. Judging by that, as well as the papers themselves...
"... A few inches, then. ... Maybe three."
Her voice was soft and uncertain. Mia slowly stepped over to her phone, touching a hand to its case in disbelief. Just thirty seconds ago, this phone could've fit into her pocket along with at least seven more like it. Now, it was even bigger than her entire desk normally was.
She was scared. That was about the only thing she felt certain of at the moment. Reflexively, her arms rose to her sides to clutch at her shoulders, as if she were shivering from the cold. Fortunately, the office was a comfortable temperature, but Mia's discomfort with her situation outweighed that positive point at the moment.
A distant noise made her jump. She spun around, looking out across the astounding distance of the enlarged office. Another sound like the last cold be heard from far away. Her eyes widened.
"Oh, dammit..."
Diego was returning to the room. Mia looked around frantically for something she could hide behind. She couldn't let Diego see her now that she'd been reduced to this puny a size.
She spotted the binder that had contained her paperwork and raced toward it. Running was very difficult in the shoes she was wearing, and she staggered.
"Oww..." she groaned, kicking off her shoes to get them out of her way. She ran into the shadow of the binder, taking shelter behind it. She could hide here until Diego passed her by.
Two very hot mugs in his hands, Diego Armando re-entered the main office room. He glanced over at Mia's desk, raising an eyebrow in surprise as he found her absent. She'd been here just a few minutes ago, so where had she gone? She would've needed to pass by the kitchen to reach the bathroom, and Diego hadn't noticed her at all.
He set his own drink on his desk and approached the other.
"Crap..."
Mia had been peeking out from behind her binder, crouched behind it. Diego was approaching her desk with a mug of coffee.
(Why'd you have to be a gentleman now...?)
Ducking back behind the binder, Mia lowered herself to sit down and wait until Diego left again.
Looking over Mia's desk, Diego thought over the possibilities regarding his junior partner's location. He hadn't heard the door, and Mia would have said something anyway if she had needed to step outside for anything. About to turn his focus elsewhere, Diego froze. He'd spotted something strange on the desktop.
"Hello." he said softly, setting down Mia's coffee on the desk and reaching his hand forward. Lying just a few inches from Mia's closed binder, two odd-looking and white-coloured objects had caught his eye. He picked one up between his finger and thumb, finding it to be incredibly small. He brought the unidentified object up to his eye-level and squinted at it.
A shoe.
A puzzled expression on his face, Diego picked up the other object as well. It looked about the same. A pair of white, women's dress shoes with fairly high heels, which might have seemed pretty normal if they weren't also as small as a few grains of sand each. Diego looked the strange little things over, wondering why they looked somewhat familiar. They were too small to even be from a doll.
He worked out his answer. They looked exactly like the pair that Mia wore. That almost made sense, but he was still left to wonder where on earth they had come from and why they were on Mia's desk.
Then something else caught his notice. For just a second, he spotted a shadow moving beside Mia's binder. It vanished so quickly that he could have easily just imagined it, but he was certain. Reaching over to the binder, he slid it aside.
Mia was raking her fingers through her hair while mentally beating herself up.
(Yeah, just leave your shoes out there. That would never cause a problem...)
Carefully moving, she made to glance out from around the binder again, only to jump back in shock as a very large hand touched down on its top. Then, with a very noticeable sound, the binder slid away from her. Mia flinched, looking upward to see Diego, terrifying in his incredible size. He was looking straight at her, eyes wide but otherwise looking strangely calm.
For a few seconds, she just sat still and kept quiet. What on earth would she have said, really?
"... Kitten." Diego's deep voice suddenly boomed, making her flinch again.
"D-Diego." she responded after a moment, cursing herself for stuttering. She could't help it; between Diego's irritatingly charming pet name and her own remaining state of terror, it was very hard to keep her voice level.
The pair went on staring at one another in disbelief for another few seconds.
A million questions were running through his mind, but Diego kept himself focused. He was used to incredible surprises from his days in court, and while this was certainly something he'd never seen before, he could handle it. He was fairly certain, anyway.
Finding a sentence he liked, he spoke up again. "You need help." he said.
By some means he couldn't begin to imagine, Mia now appeared before him, sitting on the surface of her desk like a little model of a woman, only a few inches high at best.
"U-Umm... Right." Mia replied, audibly trying to speak up and make her tiny voice heard. "You have your phone, so-"
Diego shook his head, circling around Mia's desk to sit down. This brought him much closer to her. He set a hand on the desk, and Mia backed away from it a bit.
"Do you have any idea of how this happened to you?" he asked gently, trying to keep her calm.
"... No." Mia answered, nervous all the same.
Diego nodded. "Do you feel alright? Anything wrong aside from the... height?"
Mia shifted on her bare feet. "I'm OK." she said. Gesturing to her own body, she added, "Aside from the height."
Remembering Mia's shoes, Diego dropped them on the desk near her.
"You should put these back on." he advised her. As Mia did so, Diego watched in amazement. She looked almost like she was an ordinary person being seen from a window a few floors up. Her movements were perfectly natural, which in itself looked quite unnatural.
"Thank you." Mia said once she'd put her shoes back on. "Now, your phone..."
Cracking a small smile, Diego waved a hand. "What am I gonna do, Kitten? Call you an ambulance? You just said you feel alright, didn't you?"
"Wha-..." Mia's expression was clear, even at this small as size. "... Diego, get me some help. Now."
"I will." he replied. "I promise. I'll help you out all I can, like always."
Mia maintained eye contact with him, despite the obvious difference of size. "Then pick up your phone and call someone." she instructed him.
Diego shook his head, making Mia's expression change immediately. He raised a hand to try and soothe her a bit before she could get angry.
"Here." he said, bringing his other hand close to her to let her climb onto his palm. Mia hesitated, but took the offer, carefully clambering up and over his index finger and into his hand. Diego once more felt amazed at the sight of her, her diminished features looking unbelievably strange. Still, he kept as calm as ever, saying, "We should get you out of here, first."
"And to a hospital or the police." Mia finished for him, only for Diego to shake his head again.
"You need more personal safety, Kitten." he said. "I'll make sure that nothing else happens to you. That's a promise."
"Diego-..."
"Hey," he interjected, smiling at her, "Don't you trust me?"
Very hesitantly, she replied, "... Alright."
Slowly standing up from the desk, Diego smiled at Mia again.
"See, easy." he said. "Now, make yourself comfortable."
Hearing as sharp outburst of protest, Diego moved Mia toward the front pocket of his vest. He lowered her into it, letting her gently drop from his palm. Mia could be felt moving about in his pocket, probably less-than thrilled. Nevertheless, Diego moved away from her desk and toward the office's door. He would have to leave early today. He glanced back at the two mugs of coffee he'd prepared, sighing with regret at the thought of abandoning them. Still, he had something more important to do right now.
Switching off the lights and locking up as he closed the door behind him, Diego left the office, planning to head straight home.
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