Hello! This is my first time writing an Ames/ Guerrero fic, although I've pretty much been obsessed with them since he punched her lights out (weird, I know) and interrogated her. I've always wondered what would happen if you took that insanely explosive mix of the usual annoyed-mentor/ enthusiastic-mentee dynamic and the fact that Guerrero's so hardcore (but still human!) while Ames is so childish and pushed it slightly – just slightly – over the edge! Anyhow, heads up: I'm afraid there won't be any clear resolution/ great romance/ etc because I really can't see that happening and I'm always vexed when characters seem, well, OUT of character. I hope you like my take. REVIEW whether or not you do! (:
CHAPTER 1
When he first meets her, she's nothing but another mark. Sure, a devilishly sexy mark in the kind of dress that falls into a category of his weaknesses – rare and known to absolutely no one but him – but a mark, nonetheless. He punches her lights out without a second thought, throws her carelessly into the backseat of the Eldo, strongarms her into the interrogation chair and ignores her cry of pain when he cuffs her a few notches too tight. At first she's nothing but foolish nonchalance, and it's then that he realizes exactly how young – and green – this thief is. Doesn't change anything, however, because Guerrero is Guerrero, and he's got a job to do. He hates it, however, that when he points his .38 revolver at her left kneecap, he knows that he's not going to do it because, well, firstly, she'll definitely cave in before he even has to seriously consider pulling the trigger, and secondly, because those knees of hers, hell, that body of hers is too perfect to ruin. At least, not yet. But just to be sure he makes sure the safety's off. She caves, just like he predicts.