Note: Sorry this is so late, it has been
finished a few months ago, but Yahoo messed up and first wouldn't
let Cat get the first draft, then Kaze couldn't get Cat's edited
version *sighs* And believe us, we tried SEVERAL times *growls*
On the Beat
Remy LeBeau closed his eyes for a few moments, then visibly pulled
himself together. He had business to do, and he wouldn't anything
- or anybody - get between him and the Mask of Ra. Not even the
woman who had come to intrigue him more than any other person before
had done. Why the hell had he kissed her? This was only complicating
the matter. He should have pushed any thought of her aside and went
on with his job. But now, he couldn't think of anything else but
the taste of her lips.
Damnit, he was a pro! He had a perfect plan and he would get through
it. What was he expecting from this situation anyway? She would
take every chance to arrest him, that much he knew about her character
by now. This was no Hollywood movie in which either she would forget
about her principles and follow him around the world on the search
of new challenges, or he would realize the BADNESS of what he was
doing and become a valuable member of society, of course amnestied
because of his sincerity about his change of mind.
This was life and he knew he couldn't offer her something that
would have any worth in it. Even if she would be able to let him
get away with his past crimes, he wasn't one to settle down. White
picket fences, a dog and 2.5 children and a wife who arrested his
colleagues was not quite what he wished for in his life. At least,
that's what he told himself.
"Listen, Xandra, I really never wanted anything to happen to you.
I was just trying to help a friend, I never would have thought that
you'd have any probs with this Creed guy... Really."
Kitty was desperate. The need to apologise had driven her to the
police station again, where she had met Xandra and asked her to
have dinner with her in a nearby restaurant. Now she nervously looked
into the other's stoic features, afraid of having loist a friendship.
But even more afraid of what would happen to her if she lost the
protection the Detective offered.
"Why help him? What would he possibly have ta do with Creed" The
Detective wasn't making this easy for her friend, but she needed
information. And she knew that she had a better chance of getting
it while the hacker was still afraid and felt guilty.
"I really dunno. He just told me that there was some guy after
him, hired from one of his 'victims' I guess. Well, he just thought
it to be a good idea to play his two opponents off against each
other, to have him get rid of the killer and to buy him some time
in keeping you busy. At least that's what he told me."
Kitty's state was approaching hysteria, so Xandra decided that
there was nothing more she could expect from this source. Standing
up, she threw some bills on the table to pay for her food and grabbed
"Where are you going?" The hacker almost whined.
"Ah have work ta do." The policewoman turned to leave.
"Wait! Is everthing okay with us? I... I mean... will you.. you
Xandra turned again to face her friend with a hard look. "Ah won't."
Kitty's relief was almost tangible as her features eased in a second,
she smiled at the Detective extremely thankful as the noose had
been removed from her neck. For now.
"I .. thank you. But - why are you doing this? I mean, you even
arrested your mother, why do you make an ecxeption with me?"
Xandry considered her response very well. This would decide about
their friendship. The detective was positive that Kitty would still
help her in times of need, if only because Xandra knew too much
about her illegal activities. But whether she would do it out of
friendship, she couldn't be sure, if she were honest. How could
she explain that she had decided for herself long ago to separate
personal and business matters? That it was not their friendship
that kept the hacker from being arrested? Nonetheless, Kitty deserved
"Because this way, ya're of more use ta me. Your help in my work
does more good than your other activities do bad."
The two young women looked into each other's eyes in silence as
their relationship had been clearly defined, neither knowing what
it would be in the future though. Abruptly, the Detective turned
and left the restaurant without another word.
Trying to relax, Xandra closed her eyes and lifted her head to
the soft breeze. The coffee she held was warming her hands and she
took another sip to let the warmth run through her body in this
cold night. She had tried to nap some hours since she planned to
stay up all night, lying in wait to catch her thief. But after half
an hour of tossing and turning, she had given up and went for coffee
instead. Now she was sitting on the roof of Logan's apartment house
and waited for the hours to pass by until she would go to the museum.
"De moon be bright dis night." The voice startled her, though
nothing betrayed that reaction. She kept her eyes closed until she
felt it was safe to open them and face the owner of the voice. He
looked gorgeous, his black coat fluttering in the wind, his hair
tousled, melting with the background like the being of the night
that he probably was. Though she said nothing, the question was
as clear written on her face as if she had spoken it out aloud.
He lit a cigarette.
"I jus' felt I had t'see you once again b'fore... y'know." He sat
down next to her and exhaled smoke deeply. Xandra watched the smoke
curl and blur the view of an otherwise clear night as if it were
the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. Whereas Gambit watched
her, features painted in moonlight, her hair's white streak amazingly
bright while her eyes' sparkle matched the one of this night's brightest
stars. The situation still seemed unreal to him, even when she spoke.
"This is doing neither of us any good." Her voice was strangely
flat and as green eyes met red ones he could see the turmoil of
emotions she had managed to keep out of it. His heart seemed to
skip a beat as he barely suppressed the sudden urge to stroke a
single strand of white hair out of her face.
"I know. I should go."
"Y'should." Was her only answer. Neither of them moved. They sat
in silence, coffee as forgotten as cigarette, staring at the stars
and the hectic atmosphere below. With a sigh, the thief threw the
butt of his cigarette away and stood. Startled, the Detective stood
as well, dropping the cup that she had put on her knees before.
With an inhuman swiftness and elegancy, Remy caught it and handed
it back to her. Due to the trembling of his hands, he spilled the
hot liquid and burned them. Reflexively, Xandra took them in their
own to check the bruise.
"Let me see ... we should get soemthing to cool it." Both realized
the same instant that they touched and pulled their hands back as
if they had felt something far hotter than the coffee.
"It be okay..." Remy whispered without looking her in the eyes.
Suddenly, he cursed himself for coming here. He felt like a brabbling
idiot. He, the charmer, the nonchalant womanizer, was nervous as
a highschool boy before his first date. He turned to leave, trying
hard to not make it obvious as the flight that it was. Xandra held
him back by his arm and he couldn't help but stare into her beautiful
eyes that pleaded him to stay.
"I really ... I should..." He couldn't find the words to explain
what he was having a hard time explaining himself. That this couldn't
"Ah know." She simply looked at him and with a fervent passion
all dams broke down when their lips met.
As Xandra woke, she felt comfortingly dizzy. She kept her eyes
still closed, reluctant to open them to see the reality she wasn't
fit for after the last night. Inhaling his scent that still lingered
in the blankets, she tried to remember every detail of what had
happened, but even failed when it came to the question how they
had come into Logan's flat, down from the roof. But she could still
feel every single touch of his, as if he had burned her skin where
he had caressed it. She could also recall his words, whispered between
two kisses. 'We're only makin' dis harder'. And her response: 'Ah
know'. Nonetheless, neither of them had been able to stop what would
prove to be the bittersweetest experience in Xandra's life.
She finally opened her eyes, afraid of seeing him lying next to
her. Afraid of not seeing him lying next to her. But as she could
have assumed if she were her regular self, he was gone, whether
she should be happy or sad, she didn't know. Her eyes happened to
stray from the pillow with the distinctive dent of a head having
rested there, still smelling of Fahrenheit, to the clock on her
nightstand. Xandra almost burst out laughing - or crying - at the
irony of having overslept for the first time of her career in the
"Could you KINDLY tell me why I've been kissing my boss' ass to
get you the permission to stay in this godamn museum overnight when
you prefer to stay at home and oversleep?" Xandra had never seen
Forge so mad, and she'd die a happy death if she never had to again.
"Ah... Ah felt he wouldn't come." the Detective cursed herself
"And you did know this how? And don't give me any of this 'female
Xandra thought fervently about Gambit's possible reason to not
steal the Mask last night besides making love to the Detective who
was supposed to arrest him.
"There was full moon last night, and th' sky was extremely clear.
It was too bright for him ta get into th' museum unnoticed. Ah ...
Ah've done a psychoanalysis, he's a perfectionist, he wouldn't take
any chances. And since Ah reckoned he would use this night ta watch
th' building nonetheless, perfecting his plan. Ah couldn't risk
him to see me there and get suspicious." Xandra held her breath
and prayed for her boss to accept her explanation. Strange as it
was, he did.
"And what do you intend to do now, Detective?"
Xandra looked into the Lieutenant's eyes and held their gaze, laying
as much determination in her voice as she could muster.
"Ah will catch him. Tonight."
To be concluded.
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