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He took off, heading down the street. He seemed to know the area well, taking her down twists and turns of alleyways and street corners. As the...
She looked confused, looking up at him. "Why are you helping me?" she asked, tilting her head. "You could have let me die out there."
She studied him playfully before reaching up and kissing him, her hand cupping his jaw. * * * "Like a log."
"No, we need to head over there," he said, raising an eyebrow playfully. "It's not around here."
"Well, that's the unfortunate position I've found myself in," she replied, looking over her shoulder. "One person is definitely shooting at me,...
She grinned up at him, resting her head on his chest. "Just like old times...?" * * * "How'd you sleep?"
He smirked before glancing out the window. "We have to wait an hour. They don't come out until later."
She huffed, following him. "I mean, I'm going to come with you, but you do realize that you'd say the same thing if you were acting, yeah?"
"And we can get the house back again," she mused, looking up at him. * ** "Don't be," he replied. "Now I'm awake with you."
He paused, his eyes gleaming with interest. "I doubt you'd know it."
"I know very little," she replied, raising one eyebrow. "I think that's the persona you're trying to portray. You know... this dark, brooding dude...
She visibly brightened, slipping an arm around his waist. "Good." * * * He laughed sleepily, stretching. "I'm a light sleeper."
He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Yeah, sure," he said flatly. "I know you think you're this expert sleuth, but you got lucky finding me...
She seemed very concerned, her brows furrowing. "Are you going to kill me?"
She looked up, going over to the window. "Really?" * * * He stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "...hmm?"
"Ooh, Miss Priss loses a necklace. It was old, Princess," he said flatly, raising one eyebrow. "You have thousands more like it. I think you can...
"I didn't mean to," she replied defensively. "It was an open window and that guy was just... sitting there. I thought he might be having a stroke....
She rolled her eyes, returning to work. * * * He was asleep, stretched out next to her.
"Do you realize what you've done?" he replied sharply, letting go of her arm and turning to her, one brow raised. "I don't have it. I sold it. Do...
"No, they... they leave out in the country," she said slowly. "I don't... I guess I could find a hotel room, maybe."
