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Lady of the Night Shift

By starry comet

Date: January 11-13 Year: 1933 Place: Downtown Chicago way, Illinois

Part I

In the lonely big city in the dark of the hour, sitting in the chair listening to the radio, waiting for someone. Your tie is loosen on your neck, shirt half unbutton, shoes kicked off in the floor, can't wait for that person to come home. The lights are off, dimming the whole entire apartment, radio saying a skit you already heard last week on a different radio station, just wish that they can play some music in the late hour after midnight. The rest of the guys are sleeping like little babies in their beds, not worry about damn thing when you're sitting in the dark listening to the damn radio.

Finally, you had a nerve to move yourself, moving your arm to turn off the radio. You sit back in your armchair with your eyes closed, thinking what the hell is taking that idiot so long from Kansas City, even though it's only one o' clock a.m. in the morning. Then, you hear the door quietly open. You turn around to see who it was at this time of the hour. It happens to be the chestnut braided hair, cobalt eyes guy that you been waiting for the last sixteen hours.

He closes the door behind him and then locks it. Then, finally, you, dirty brown hair, blue eyes, Japanese boy gets up out of the chair. The American boy turns around and sees you. As usual, he has a happy, happy, joy, joy, goody two shoes smile on his face. For you, as usual, you have a serious look on your face, meaning that he pissed you off for the last sixteen hours. There you two are standing, facing each other in the dark, not saying a word. The braided boy finally has the nerve to open his mouth in a nice greeting. "Hey buddy. How's it going?"

"Fine," you say turning your head. You move you eyes towards him still with that pissed off look. "When did you get back?"

"About three hours ago. The damn taxi driver drop me off in Iowa which it took me two to get back to this city."

You looked closely at him and notice sweat pores on his face. You can tell what he was doing before he came to the apartment. "You're lying."

"What? You're kidding." He wiped the sweat off his face. You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing that he was really lying. "Okay, okay. What's the big deal? I wanted to have a little fun before I came back. It was only one woman. Are you satisfied now Heero? You turned your head to him with that same look your face.

"Yes, I am Duo."

Duo laid his jacket on the back of the chair. He loosens up his tie whiling walking to his bedroom. The braided boy kicked off his shoes by using his feet by the door. You turn around to look at him. "Where are you going?"

"I'm sacking for the night. See ya later Heero."

"You too." Duo went into his room and the door behind him. You went back into the main room and sat back in the chair. Moving your, turning the knob to listen to the radio.

The next day, the five guys were sitting in the office, barely talking to each. Trowa and Wufei were playing chess, Quatre was listing to the radio, Duo was resetting his desk, and Heero was standing against the window. It was very usual from the boys not to talk about things like their cases and their personal lives. They use to things they were doing right now. Ignoring everything in the room.

"Hey Duo, how was your little trip to Kansas City?" Trowa asked moving a pawn on the checkerboard.

"It was good T-man. Might have been a tough case, but lots of fun."

"Were there some nice, good looking women over there?" Wufei asked, staring hard at the board.

"Mmmhmm. Too good. You can't get money off of that in a million years. Especially those colored women."

Quatre started to laugh with his up too his mouth. Heero just sat in his desk chair and put his feet on top of everything, ignoring the conversation. All of a sudden, the telephone rang. Quatre answered it, knowing who it was on the other line. So did the rest of them. He took the phone off his ear and starred at the Japanese boy.

"Heero, it's for you."

Heero took the phone out of the blond boy's hand and put the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

" Hello Heero. It's me, Doctor J."

"I knew it."

"Look there is a serious case I want you boys to solve."

"All of us?" The guys stopped what they were doing.

"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Uh no. Not at all. Hold it for sec. I need to find some paper and pencil." Heero lifted his finger and signaled the guys to come over to the phone. The got up and walked towards the desk, surrounding it.

"Okay. I'm back. Now what is this case about?"

"Well, if you have been reading the newspaper lately, there is a thief in the same area where you live. The name is Night Shift. The person steals jewelry, over eight hundred thousand dollars in cash, and even paintings from museums. Are you listening Heero?"

"Yeah. I'm listening. Do you have any information that you give us a clue about this guy?"

"See. That's a problem. No. One: Night Shift didn't leave any traces for us to investigate. No. Two: We don't know if the person is male or a female."

"I see," said Heero running out of words to say.

"But," they moved closer to the telephone, "I want you to go to the 'Lady Night Club' downtown tonight."

Heero's eyes grew big. "Why at that club?"

"I see. So you have been reading the newspapers. I have to say that that club is suspicious in a lots of ways."

"But Doctor J, we… "

"And I want you to meet a young girl at the same place. I believe she's a singer there…"

Heero was finally getting impatience with the old man. "What does singing has to do with the case Doctor J?"

Doctor J started to laugh on the other end of the phone. "You'll find out soon. Good-bye Heero."

"Doctor J wait…!" Click! Heero hanged up the telephone and set it on his desk. None of them said a word, just look at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Sooo… He wants us to solve this together uh?"

"Yeah. This never happen before," Trowa, getting up from the top of the desk.

" Will Megan find out who she's actually dating? Will Jennet's grandmother take her son? Find out at the same place, same time tomorrow on 'As the World Turns'. Quatre was sitting in front of the radio. He was wiping his from his eyes using a piece of tissue. "He didn't have to leave her 'sniff' with their 'sniff' kids by herself. How cruel." The four boys stared at him from behind.

"Did you hear what Doctor J said Quatre?" said Heero with his arms folded.

"Uh? Oh yeah. Shift night, case, fight club, right."

"Why would it be a female?" Wufei asked. "All they do is cook, clean, and take the clothes to the cleaners. Not rob banks."

Quarte finally paid attention. Hey. Women can do more than that. As the old saying 'Expect the Unexpected'"

Heero put on his jacket; then took his coat and put on his hat. They all watch him do his routine. "Ya going?" Duo asked still staring.

"Yeah. We all meet at the 'Lady Night Club' at eleven-thirty sharp tonight."

"You mean you're actually going to listen to that old man?"

"What choice do we have?"