*I don't own Jane and the Dragon or its characters

This is a little different from my other stories. I know Jane and Gunther are knights, and that will never change except in this story. In this story they are not knights, but they're cops and detectives, or bobbys if your going to get all English in here. Some of you might not like it or you might, it might sound Oc at times, but this is a modern AU. I had a ton of fun so that was completely worth writing this story for. Hope you'll enjoy!


Life is like a living color, it can be brilliantly intense sometimes, and a faded, broken, smudge at other times. Though at the current time, it was a indescribable.

Drip, a tiny drop of blood dripped on the ground. The left hook to Gunther's jaw came out of nowhere, and he should have been ready for it. The dim lighting wasn't helping, neither was his now throbbing lip. "You got lucky but that won't happen again"

The cut on his upper lip bled lightly, and he cursed under his breath, frustrated that he made such a rookie move. The crook smiled smugly as Gunther pinned him. "What so funny?" Growled Gunther with aggravation

"You think you're tough don't you? I suppose they hand badges now to any bloke who looks like he plays a bobby on the telly"

"With alacrity, but then again it doesn't really matter as long as I win"

Gunther repaid the favor by knocking out the crook, though he knew it was against policy. He didn't care, that guy messed with him and that was enough. He sank to the ground, huffing fit breath, and his heart still racing from all the action.

His partner, detective Jane handcuffed the whole lot of jewelry thieves as though it were a walk in the park, and frankly it was like a stab to his dignity. "You're not taking credit for this are you? I did all the punching" Gunther complained as he wiped the blood away.

He looked pathetic as he wiped away the blood with his white shirt sleeve, as though he'd been killing small animals. She instantly though of her handkerchief, though it was not like he would appreciate the gesture. Nonetheless, she placed a hand in her pant pocket, taking it out with a one swift move and offered it to him. "Are you alright?" She asked with genuine concern.

Was she pitying him now? He wondered. Like any other person she had the capability to act civil, perhaps even empathetic, but the look in her eyes looked warm and kind. He took it readily, but really, the way she continued on looking at him with concern made him feel weird, like a bad sort of weird. He didn't need to be babied, he was a grown man, and he was upset. Which was further made worse by the light touch of her fingers on the explosion of a bruise forming on his cheek. "Does it look like I am?"

"Not really" she replied. Her eyes darkened, and the slight concern she might have had was replaced with complacence. What she had accomplished with all the arrests was enough to be proud of, and enough to care and for the moment.

"I better get full credit for this"

"Sorry to break it to you, but I was the one who went undercover. Do you know how infuriating it is to act like the bosses woman? Its disgusting."

Wincing as soon as the cloth touched his lip, he snapped "It's part of the job, deal with it"

Taking out the hand sanitizer, she squirted some on his cut. He cursed out loud, glaring coldly. "You're evil"

"And by the way, I was here first"

Officer Smith, and officer Ivon took care of the rest while Detectives Jane and Gunther rode back to Kipper station. The drive home was silent since Gunther stretched out in the backseat, listening to rock music just to block Jane off. She had gone too far this time, and she didn't even give him the proper credit.

From the rear view mirror, she saw his frowning face, singing lightly to himself angry lyrics. He was a terribly depressed young man, despite his quick thinking and reflexes, he was easily hurt and angry. He was a loose cannon, but for some reason the chief thought they would do well together and she couldn't figure out why. He was like a stain she couldn't rid of, and that was more annoying then going undercover.

At the station, she filled out the reports, sure to fill in every detail she remembered and referred to her notes. Dragon sat nearby, munching on some lettuce. One day he just came into the office, and since he was an endangered species, he could go wherever he choose which usually was with Jane.

Gunther on the other hand sulked silently, scribbling doodles while looking as though he were working. He took his job seriously when he wasn't upset. The trophy case that stared him in the face everyday was a tease just like her. They were supposed to be a team, but only she was being recognized, or getting a metal from the mayor, or getting a key to the city. And right now, the clicks of her keyboard was getting to him, as though she were tapping his brain. Standing abruptly, he complained. "Could you possibly be any louder?"

She glanced over at his desk. "Sorry Gunther, but it looks like I took care of this all by myself, again"

"I took out the big guy, and you're telling me I did nothing?"

She wanted to spite him for making her job harder, for always complaining and showing up late, for forgetting all the good times and messing it up with his past. "If you don't fill out they proper reports, then I will have to take all the credit"

Crumbling up his messed up drawing, he threw it at her head but missed. "Be quiet, as if you would have found their hideout without me"

Picking up the balled up paper, she threw it on the trash, just like where his attitude seemed to come from. "Nice try, but we all know it was thanks to Dragons sniffer"

In fact it was a little of both, but Jane's tongue and words spread like wildfire. "All you do if complain, and perhaps if you worked harder then Dragon wouldn't have to do your day job"

Looking at the overgrown lizard nibbling lettuce on her desk, he complained "Jane we all know Dragon can't smell anything but his own ars-"

Dropping a file on his desk, the chief, Theodore always seemed to have impeccable timing, and ready to reprimand."You better watch your tone detective"

"Chief, I swear it was not my fault"

Handing Jane a cup of coffee, Jester took out his cell phone. "Yes it was, and I have the video to prove it"

"Thank you Jester, but even without video it's easy too see how shallow he is" Retorted Jane

"Will you two ever stop your bickering?"

Handing him her notes, Jane flashed a glare at Gunther then looked back at the chief. "Sir, we have tried working together, but he just gets in my way. I feel would do so much better on my own"

"Exactly" Gunther agreed

"Silence the both of you, unless you want to spend a week writing traffic tickets"

"Sorry chief"

"You should be" Gunther said spitefully

Flashing them both his commanding glare, Theodore continued. "We have a new case. That band of jewelry thieves was only part of a great band of thieves. We have reason to believe they they will try striking the castle museum next"

Nudging Jane, Jester laughed. "Yeah what they really wanted was the kings jewels"

"That's enough out of you officer Jester, why don't you save your jokes for the talent show. Anyway, in a week the king is holding a gala to showcase the jewel of Kippernia, and we are attending"

"Sir you know I don't like those sort of functions"

Placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, he signed. "That badge and your gun come with a responsibility, not only to us but to the people and the king. I trust that you will take that into consideration when I give you your assignment. Now, you're going to be fitted for a dress at Addy's boutique. I need you to go under cover as part of the queens entourage, and you'll keep an eye on anyone close to her that might look suspicious."

"Yes Sir"

Gunther loved going undercover, to pretend to play someone other then himself was refreshing. "What about me Chief? Am I playing the debonair, billionaire, play boy, philanthropist, that all the ladies can't resist?"

"In your dreams"

"Gunther you have the most important job of all"

"Cool, I can't wait"


About a week later

His reflection in the mirror looked back at him disappointed. Tugging at the bow tie, he glanced back at the fool who was wearing a fine Armani suit while he was dressed as a waiter. "When I said I couldn't wait for my job, I didn't mean this. Why am I dressed like a waiter anyway?"

Fixing his tie, Jester smiled widely. "Because you are going to be in the kitchen with chef Verbana and serve the guests. With this microphone, we'll give you the command when to strike."

He disliked the slight proudness in the fools voice, as though it were challenging his position. "How come Jane gets all the cool jobs?"

"Because her father is the commissioner and he signs our checks"

Ten years, he had worked ten hard years and for what? To play second fiddle to the commissioners daughter? No, it wasn't like that. They were friends once, at least he thought they were. A name, a past, and wrong decisions had set him up to be treated as such, as though he wasn't responsible while the clown like Jester eased through the ranks and given certain liberties. "And why are you here? I thought you were supposed to be undercover"

"I am undercover, as Jane's date"

You know that pain, like ripping a band aid off your hairy arm pain, he felt as though someone had ripped a bandaid off his heart. It wasn't rocket science, he knew what that feeling was, it was the pang of jealousy. "What the-"

"I know, how did I get so lucky? Perhaps it was that little talk I had with the chief"

That's what he hated, people who could get what they wanted by talking with persuasion. He held back the urge to grab him by the collar and throw him across the room, but no he wasn't that kind of man, at least he tried not to be. "Why you little *$ %"

"You don't have to use that language with me, but you might want to check your microphone"

"Don't tell me"

Making his way out, he smirked as he went through the door "Don't worry, its only been on this whole time"

Looking at the indicator light, he cursed at himself for being so careless. While he was going through the motions, he heard her laugh through his microphone, a sweet laugh that caused his blood pressure to rise. "Mr. Breech, you really are a beef head"

He hated when she called him that, as though he were some stranger she had just met. It was like she had a way of being aggravating that he supposed she saved for him. "Hey, you know you think I'm smoking hot. And that's detective Breech to you"

All of a sudden, a far way laugh and cleared voice was heard from the other side. "Who do you think you we're speaking to?"

"Chief, I thought-"

"Nevermind that, just like Jester was saying, you're going straight to the kitchen. While serving the guests I do hope that you will be in your best behavior."

"Chief, this is a joke right?"

"No lad, you were given your orders so abide to them. And on that note, I'll add that you must respect your partner. She worked very for her position despite what her colleagues thought, and expect your cooperation."

"It can be very hard Sir, especially since she's stealing my thunder all the time"

"What do you speak of lad? According to my reports it was all thanks to your investigational skills that helped us find some of the jokers crooks."

"Really? She said that?"

"She always does. So take it easy on her won't you? She is my god daughter, and I won't let anyone hurt her, got it?"

Feeling a bit more determined, he replied "You bet"


By eight the guests entered through the wooden doors as though they were stepping back in time. In the security room, officer Smith and Ivon watched the camera's, waiting for anyone suspicious to show on the screen. "Sir, it appears as though our worries we're for nothing. Perhaps they won't make an appearance tonight"

"Ay lad, but do ya think we're gonna find him with that sort of attitude?"

"What business would he need at the castle?"

"They say the joker is a manipulative mad man, and ye can't tell what he be sayin half the time, but he is a genius"

A shameful amount of crumbs covered Ivons dress shirt. A crumbled bag of crisps here, a bottle of coke there, and a sign on the door prohibiting food and drink near the monitors. Smith simply chuckled. "Sir are you supposed to be eating in here?"

"I skipped lunch"

Tidying up a little, Smith almost missed a rare sight. "Did you see that?"

Dropping his second bag of crisps to the floor, he jumped up, examining the monitors."What, ye see him?"

"Forgive me for the false alarm Sir, but I do believe that's Jane"

"Where?"

"Right there on the left monitor"

"Oh yer right"

"I had no idea she was dressing for the occasion"

"You put any girl in a dress, she's bound to look pretty"

"Not if its Jane sir, if it's Jane, then she would look different"


Through the wooden doors, she flashed a radiant smile for the camera's. Jester stayed close, making sure they weren't being watched. "Everything is clear from here chief"

Looking all around carefully, she followed in suit right after the queen attentively. "I'm coming in chief"

"You look very lovely dear"

"I can't see you sir"

"No, but everyone can see you"

Hooking her arm was the smiling Jester, looking rather sharp in his suit "You look nice today, though I must confess that your tie stands out a bit"

"You know me Jane, trying to be different. But I agree with the chief, you really do look lovely"

Watching Gunther serve guests appetizers, she felt a little bad that a detective would have to work in such conditions. She saw her reflection on a silver platter and smiled weakly. "You have, I just simply didn't believe it"


Taking the set of appetizers, he cringed at the foie gras pate. "People actually eat this?"

"Now, now, you may not like luxury food, but the king thinks it's too die for"

"Just don't forget to make that sandwich for me. What I can't understand is why people eat this stuff?"

"And you Mr Breech, don't forget to smile while you're serving the guests"

"I'll smile when I'm dead. Now where do these appetizers and wine go?"

"Really, is this how you are? If it weren't for the fact that you saved my husband last year during that scandal, then I would spank you with my wooden spoon"

"You're like what? Five foot two?"

Rolling her eyes, she continued "Anyway, hand that tray of appetizers to Theodore and take the wine to the queens entourage instead"

Glancing at the puffy hat the chief had to wear, the chief gave him the look as though he should not dare mention the absurdity of it.


The queen liked her friends like she liked her looks, very pretty, without flaw, and with a touch of regality. They welcomed the champagne just as much as they welcomed compliments, their eyes hungry to be noticed, either that or they were considerably thirsty. By the time he filled Jane's glass, he paused before Jane a little longer then he should have, winked at her, then left.

The ladies giggled though Jane simply rolled her eyes. "Don't fall for it, he'll just tell you what you want to hear and not what you need to hear"

"You seem to be an expert" whispered the girl sitting on her right.

Jane wasn't exactly an expert, but she knew him well. "We were neighbors since we are kids, we practically grew up together. Our father's used to work together so I guess you could say we saw each other a lot. That was until he went to Germany as an exchange student and then we didn't see each other again until college"

The girl on her right became curious as well and joined the conversation. "Were you two ever an item" she asked, though it appeared as though she really wanted to know his relationship status for personal reasons.

"No, we've always been like brother and sister. Though, now we act like sworn enemies"

"Is there a reason?" asked the girl on the left

"I don't think so, except that I said that we would never get along therefore we never did. Perhaps I cursed myself into thinking that people could just be good I guess"

"It sounds like there is more to this story"

"It's nothing worth talking about"


With an empty tray, he headed back for the kitchen until the chief escorted him into the bathroom. "What is going on?"

"This really wasn't what your original assignment was supposed to be. Actually, Jester had convinced me that you didn't want to accompany Jane, but I should have know better then that."

"Sir I have no idea what you mean"

"Do you really think you can stand there and lie so shamelessly?"

"I really hate this outfit sir"

"Is that so?"

Handing him a suit, he chuckled "You're a terrible liar. I thought at least you'd learn by now, but I suppose you wouldn't get it unless it slapped you in the face. Jane is in love with you"

"Jane likes me? No, she is in love with me? But that can't be, she hates me, I know she does. I mean, why else would she goad me so much?"

"When will you ever learn? Just take this suit and change. I'll tell Jester to take your place, and don't mess this up"

"But why?"

"It's about time you two started getting along. Don't you agree?"

"You bet"