A second peek...
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calic0catOkay, here's a second little piece of the fic. It probably makes it *way* too obvious what this is a fusion with but - oh well.
Heero glared furiously at the dark-haired woman who'd just let his witness - *his* witness! - walk out without agreeing to cooperate. "Let me take care of this, Chief Jaye," he told his boss darkly. "Noin will do a lineup," Heero promised, his eyes narrowing.
"What are you going to do, handcuff her to the bumper of your car and take her for a ride?" the woman asked sarcastically.
Not even deigning to dignify that remark with a response, Heero simply snarled and stalked away.
"Difficult man," Chief Jaye told the woman with an apologetic shrug. "Tough to get to know him."
"Oh really? I'd have never guessed," she replied sardonically, following Jaye as he limped towards his office.
***
Heero climbed out of his car, jaw set in determination. Noin *would* change her mind about picking Khushrenada out of a lineup. He was *not* going to lose the bastard. Not when he was finally so close to locking the snobby slimeball up for *decades*. He'd been after the man for years now. Everyone on the force *knew* Khushrenada was the biggest drug dealer in the area; only Tsuberov came close to him in terms of sheer volume. The problem was proving it. Sending him to jail on murder charges would at least get him out of the picture. With the mastermind gone, they could work on gradually tearing apart the rest of his organization.
A few quick kicks and punches cleared his path into the building that he knew Noin was currently in. He paused for a moment and turned back towards his car, glaring coldly at the thugs daring to touch it. "*That*," he pointed casually with the shotgun in his hand, suppressing a smirk as thugs scattered, "is *my* car. I *LOVE* my car." He cocked the gun and sighted down the barrel. "I would be - displeased - should anything happen to it."
"We'll just - ah - keep an eye on it for ya, then," one of the hoodlums said hurriedly, using his gang bandanna to polish his fingerprints off the gleaming hood.
"Hn." Heero smirked as he turned and stalked up the staircase, shotgun in hand. He hoped that he wouldn't have to actually shoot anyone. The paperwork that entailed was a real bitch. He kicked the door open and dove into the room, shotgun booming a response to the shot sent his way. No one was foolish enough to try a second shot; they scattered and ran like rats deserting a sinking ship. And after the second person he flattened with a single blow, no one bothered trying to block his advance either.
Even Noin's new "boyfriend" looked somewhat less than brave, sitting on the couch beside her and trying to look like he wasn't ready to wet himself. "Who are you?" the man demanded, standing and moving to keep the coffee table between Heero and himself.
"Me?" Heero said, raising one eyebrow. He cocked the shotgun again. "I'm the party pooper." He fired, the blast tearing into the makeshift carseat sofa that the man had been in front of just as the erstwhile boyfriend clambered over it and dove over the counter behind it. He smirked as the man fled.
"Hello, Noin," he said coldly as he seated himself beside her in the now-deserted room.
"What do you want?" Noin demanded shakily.
"You know what I want Noin. You just haven't given it to me yet. But I'm very patient. I'll just keep you company until you do."
"You can't do that!" she exclaimed in horror.
Heero gave her his best ferocious smirk and draped an arm around her shoulder. "Hn. I have nowhere else to go. Nothing else to do. I am going to be with you days, nights, weekends, holidays. I will be with you until the end of time."
"NO!" Noin protested, shrinking away from him.
"Of course, if I was busy with something else, say, preparing a murder case against Khushrenada..." he raised one eyebrow and gave her a meaningful look.
With a defeated whimper, Noin crumpled. "Alright, alright, I'll do it."
***
Heero snarled in frustration. Noin had picked Khushrenada out of the lineup, sure. But now the problem was her *own* record. Someone with a restraining order to keep her away from Khushrenada's live-in lover and a whole string of convictions for narcotics possession was *not* going to make a particularly credible witness. The judge had denied bail but Heero couldn't bring himself to get too excited over that. Not when it was all too likely that Khushrenada would end up getting off in the end.
Jaye limped along beside Heero as he stalked through the court building. "Your best bet is Khushrenada's estranged wife, Leia Barton-Khushrenada. Noin claims she saw her in Astoria, Oregon, and Otto trailed her to meet her and Treize's kid at Astoria Public Elementary. Noin didn't see the kid, just Leia, and she says all Otto said was that the kid was 'cute'," the police chief informed him. "Schbeiker's got the files with all we've got on the two of them. Find them. We'll give the wife immunity in exchange for her testimony and the money she took from him."
Heero grunted unhappily. He didn't like *any* of this. And the fact that Jaye was forcing him to take along a "partner" only made things worse. This was *his* case! He worked alone; he didn't need a damn "partner" along to mess things up. Especially not a talkative bottomless-pit of a partner. The woman had absolutely *no* concept of focus and duty. As far as he could see, all she ever thought about was her stomach. He wrinkled his nose distastefully as Schbeiker hurried to join Jaye and himself, a chili-dog with the works from a vendor's cart in her hand. "Don't you *ever* stop eating?" he demanded in disgust.
"Hypoglycemic; have to eat or I get a little nuts," she mumbled around a mouthful of food.
'*Get* a little nuts? If this is what she considers normal, I don't think I want to know what she's like otherwise...' Heero gritted his teeth and walked faster, forcing her to half-run to keep up.
Jaye swore and gave up, unable to limp that fast. He called after them, "Just *try* to get along, you two. That's an order!"
Snarling, Heero walked even faster. He did *not* need a partner. He could handle this himself.
Heero glared furiously at the dark-haired woman who'd just let his witness - *his* witness! - walk out without agreeing to cooperate. "Let me take care of this, Chief Jaye," he told his boss darkly. "Noin will do a lineup," Heero promised, his eyes narrowing.
"What are you going to do, handcuff her to the bumper of your car and take her for a ride?" the woman asked sarcastically.
Not even deigning to dignify that remark with a response, Heero simply snarled and stalked away.
"Difficult man," Chief Jaye told the woman with an apologetic shrug. "Tough to get to know him."
"Oh really? I'd have never guessed," she replied sardonically, following Jaye as he limped towards his office.
***
Heero climbed out of his car, jaw set in determination. Noin *would* change her mind about picking Khushrenada out of a lineup. He was *not* going to lose the bastard. Not when he was finally so close to locking the snobby slimeball up for *decades*. He'd been after the man for years now. Everyone on the force *knew* Khushrenada was the biggest drug dealer in the area; only Tsuberov came close to him in terms of sheer volume. The problem was proving it. Sending him to jail on murder charges would at least get him out of the picture. With the mastermind gone, they could work on gradually tearing apart the rest of his organization.
A few quick kicks and punches cleared his path into the building that he knew Noin was currently in. He paused for a moment and turned back towards his car, glaring coldly at the thugs daring to touch it. "*That*," he pointed casually with the shotgun in his hand, suppressing a smirk as thugs scattered, "is *my* car. I *LOVE* my car." He cocked the gun and sighted down the barrel. "I would be - displeased - should anything happen to it."
"We'll just - ah - keep an eye on it for ya, then," one of the hoodlums said hurriedly, using his gang bandanna to polish his fingerprints off the gleaming hood.
"Hn." Heero smirked as he turned and stalked up the staircase, shotgun in hand. He hoped that he wouldn't have to actually shoot anyone. The paperwork that entailed was a real bitch. He kicked the door open and dove into the room, shotgun booming a response to the shot sent his way. No one was foolish enough to try a second shot; they scattered and ran like rats deserting a sinking ship. And after the second person he flattened with a single blow, no one bothered trying to block his advance either.
Even Noin's new "boyfriend" looked somewhat less than brave, sitting on the couch beside her and trying to look like he wasn't ready to wet himself. "Who are you?" the man demanded, standing and moving to keep the coffee table between Heero and himself.
"Me?" Heero said, raising one eyebrow. He cocked the shotgun again. "I'm the party pooper." He fired, the blast tearing into the makeshift carseat sofa that the man had been in front of just as the erstwhile boyfriend clambered over it and dove over the counter behind it. He smirked as the man fled.
"Hello, Noin," he said coldly as he seated himself beside her in the now-deserted room.
"What do you want?" Noin demanded shakily.
"You know what I want Noin. You just haven't given it to me yet. But I'm very patient. I'll just keep you company until you do."
"You can't do that!" she exclaimed in horror.
Heero gave her his best ferocious smirk and draped an arm around her shoulder. "Hn. I have nowhere else to go. Nothing else to do. I am going to be with you days, nights, weekends, holidays. I will be with you until the end of time."
"NO!" Noin protested, shrinking away from him.
"Of course, if I was busy with something else, say, preparing a murder case against Khushrenada..." he raised one eyebrow and gave her a meaningful look.
With a defeated whimper, Noin crumpled. "Alright, alright, I'll do it."
***
Heero snarled in frustration. Noin had picked Khushrenada out of the lineup, sure. But now the problem was her *own* record. Someone with a restraining order to keep her away from Khushrenada's live-in lover and a whole string of convictions for narcotics possession was *not* going to make a particularly credible witness. The judge had denied bail but Heero couldn't bring himself to get too excited over that. Not when it was all too likely that Khushrenada would end up getting off in the end.
Jaye limped along beside Heero as he stalked through the court building. "Your best bet is Khushrenada's estranged wife, Leia Barton-Khushrenada. Noin claims she saw her in Astoria, Oregon, and Otto trailed her to meet her and Treize's kid at Astoria Public Elementary. Noin didn't see the kid, just Leia, and she says all Otto said was that the kid was 'cute'," the police chief informed him. "Schbeiker's got the files with all we've got on the two of them. Find them. We'll give the wife immunity in exchange for her testimony and the money she took from him."
Heero grunted unhappily. He didn't like *any* of this. And the fact that Jaye was forcing him to take along a "partner" only made things worse. This was *his* case! He worked alone; he didn't need a damn "partner" along to mess things up. Especially not a talkative bottomless-pit of a partner. The woman had absolutely *no* concept of focus and duty. As far as he could see, all she ever thought about was her stomach. He wrinkled his nose distastefully as Schbeiker hurried to join Jaye and himself, a chili-dog with the works from a vendor's cart in her hand. "Don't you *ever* stop eating?" he demanded in disgust.
"Hypoglycemic; have to eat or I get a little nuts," she mumbled around a mouthful of food.
'*Get* a little nuts? If this is what she considers normal, I don't think I want to know what she's like otherwise...' Heero gritted his teeth and walked faster, forcing her to half-run to keep up.
Jaye swore and gave up, unable to limp that fast. He called after them, "Just *try* to get along, you two. That's an order!"
Snarling, Heero walked even faster. He did *not* need a partner. He could handle this himself.
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Re: Taking a guess...
Date: 2003-10-06 01:31 pm (UTC)