Chapter 1:

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

Ivy sat parked along side of the curb, resting her her head against her hand while looking down the street. She and Jenks had left the electronics store with bags in hand, and now they waited to do the install.

"So, tell me again, what are we waiting for?" Jenks said from his spot on the rear view mirror.

"I have to wait for the client to contact me, letting us know that the house is empty. Then we can go inside and install the gear." Ivy glanced behind her at all the bags in the back seat. This run was more high tech than any she had in the past. The client specifically instructed her to get the best equipment, and money wouldn't be an object. Given carte blanche at the electronics store was almost good enough to help Ivy put last night behind her. Almost.

Turning his head to look out the windshield, Jenks motioned with his chin. "Which house is it?"

Ivy pointed at one of the larger homes on the street. "The one half a block down on the left, with the fieldstone exterior."

Jenks whistled appreciatively, "Nice place! So, why are we putting the cameras on the inside? Most places like that have top notch security systems to keep the burglars out."

Ivy gave Jenks a quick grin. "The client wants us to observe his wife, Jenks. It's an infidelity case."

"A what?" Jenks asked.

"Mr. and Mrs. Webb are having marital issues. He feels that his wife is cheating on him, and asked us to help him either confirm or deny this allegation." Ivy said, changing her voice to imitate Mr. Webbs' words.

"Oh, I see. He wants to know who his wife is doing the nasty with." Jenks wagged his eyebrows up and down at Ivy.

"Now you got it." Ivy continued to look out the window, staring at nothing in particular. "Like he said, he isn't sure that she is, but he has his suspicions. By the looks of the place, there must be a whole lot of money involved. I guess there was a no-cheat clause in their pre-nup, so if Mrs. Webb is cheating on him, there goes any hope of alimony. We just have to report any findings to his attorney, and they get to clean up the mess." Ivy let out a heavy sigh. "Ain't love grand?"

Just then, Ivy's jacket pocket chimed. Checking her phone, Ivy looked up at Jenks. "He just sent me a text that they are leaving. We should be able to see them pull out any minute now."

"How much time do we have to do this?" Jenks asked, flying off the mirror to stretch his wings.

"Plenty," Ivy said, sitting up straighter in the driver's seat, "They are going out to dinner at Carew Tower. He wants to play nice before he goes out of town on a business trip, this way she doesn't suspect that he is on to anything. Mr. Webb seems to think if his wife is cheating, we should be able to catch her in the act while he is away."

"Do you need me to pick the locks?" Jenks asked, as he cracked his knuckles.

"Now why would you have to do that? He gave me a spare key to the place." Pulling out the key, she jingled it towards Jenks. "Unlike some of Rachel's runs, breaking and entering is not required."

"Speaking of Rachel," Jenks flitted over to a sunny spot on the dashboard, "are things OK with you two? I mean, why didn't you ask her to help you with this?" He tried to gauge her reaction, but Ivy's eyes were lost to him behind her dark sunglasses.

Tucking the key back into her pocket, Ivy's brow creased. How could she answer his question? She had purposely left the church extra early, forgoing her normal routine just to drive around the city to clear her head. She should be used to it by now, but last night's rejection still stung. Luckily, Rachel was still in bed when Ivy returned to the church to pick Jenks up. The awkwardness between them would have been too much to deal with.

Ivy gave him a half shrug. "Nothing has changed as far as I'm concerned. Besides Jenks, when it comes to cameras and electronics, you are the one I am coming to for help." Ivy gave her friend a little smile.

Putting his hands on his hips, he dusted gold sparkles in the sunshine. "You got that right."

"Well, there they go." Ivy said as she turned on her ignition. A large black Mercedes pulled out of the driveway down the street and drove off.

"What are you waiting for?" Jenks said as he hovered over the dash.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Jenks. I'm going to give it a couple more minutes. I don't want to be in their house if they have to come back because the missus forgot something. Anyway," Ivy looked behind her at the bags again, "I kind of need you to explain how this will work again."

"Tink's little red bra, Ivy, it's easy." Jenks flew back up to the rear view mirror so he was facing her. "What I'll do is set the cameras up so that they turn on whenever there is motion in the rooms. Then we'll set it up so that you can monitor the feed remotely, like on your computer, and finally we can hook it all up to record to the hard drive. This way you can go through whatever the cameras pick up, and report on any of the juicy bits." Jenks gave Ivy a devilish grin.

Shaking her head as she grinned back at him, Ivy put the car in drive. "I don't know how you do it Jenks, but let's get started."