A.N. Hi there! Long time no see to all of you readers out there. As many of you know, who have been watching my page, I have taken all of my fics off of to revamp them a little bit. I'm not changing the whole thing; just want to correct a few errors. I know that it definitely took me long enough. But, that's what happens when life gets in the way of my writing. So, I'll let you get back to the newly revamped version of Look Out!

Icess "It takes a thousand voices to tell a single story." – Native American Saying

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of its characters. They all belong to Naoko Takeuchi, DiC, and many other big bad companies. However, I do own this story and it's idea! ;)

Look Out! Chapter One

Serena LaMothe sat up in her bed. She looked at the clock, Late again! She sighed and got out of bed, slowly making her way to the bathroom so that she could take her shower.

As she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, she took a good look at herself. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying into her pillow almost every night. I can't believe I let him think that I needed him around every second of my life. What an idiot, she scolded herself. Putting her thoughts into the back or her mind, she finished getting ready for work. She knew she wasn't going to beat the morning rush so just took her time doing it.

At 23, Serena was a successful interior designer. She pulled her long blonde hair into a French twist and put on mascara to accentuate her ocean blue blues. Her former fiancé, Jason tried to break things to her gently three nights ago when he claimed that he didn't love her anymore. Serena didn't understand what she had done wrong. Only knew that she needed to forget him and get on with her life. A thought struck her as she got into her car. What Jason pulled had been the exact reason that Darien broke up with her. "Well, isn't that just ducky." She commented and sped off.

The stranger stepped off the plane and grimaced. "This is why I left this place." He said quietly. There were people milling around all over the place. Running his fingers through his jet-black hair, he cursed big cities and made his way to baggage claim. There was somewhere he had to be.

Forty-five minutes later, there was a knock on the double doors of Serena's newly refurbished office. After opening them, Lorena Harte walked through the doorway and informed Serena that she had company. "There's a gentlemen waiting to see you Miss LaMothe, shall I show him in?"

"Does he have an appointment?" Serena asked impatiently.

"No, but he said that it's urgent and that he needs to see you right away."

"Fine. Show him in." Serena said, not looking away from her computer screen where she was going over the rest of the appointments that she had for the day.

"Very well." A few moments later, the man walked into her office.

"Hello Serena, how've you been?"

"Terrible and yourself?" His voice sounded vaguely familiar, but still she didn't look up from the screen. "What is so urgent that you needed to see me right away, sir? Is there some kind of emergency that you need a designer right away?" She asked when he didn't answer her first question.

"Oh yes. I'm just fine. No, nothing urgent, I just said that so I could speak to you."

"Really? What about?" She asked her eyes still glued to the screen.

"Serena! Look at me! Don't I look at all familiar?" Now that got her attention for she turned cold blue eyes on him so sharply that he almost stepped back. Almost. Her eyes warmed for a moment then turned cold almost instantly.

"Well, well, well… Darien Harris, isn't this a pleasant surprise?" Her voice was made of steel; he'd never known anyone being this cold. "What brings you here?"

"I'm here to see you, of course. I've missed you Serena." He stated simply. He sat down on one of the two leather chairs in front of her desk without her say so. She looked even more beautiful than she did five years ago. Except her eyes, and right now they were flashing daggers at him.

"How nice of you Mr. Harris. But I have a very busy day ahead of me. So if you would be so kind as to leave, I would be very thankful."

"Skip the formalities Serena," He said, standing up. "You're not getting rid of me that easily."

Serena stared up at him, admiring his male elegance. Inside, she was glowing; outside, she was all cold demeanor. "Thank-you. I think you should be going now. I think you remember my temper perfectly now, don't you?" His eyes flared angrily in remembrance. "I thought so. Good-bye Mr. Harris." And that was it. He was dismissed. He strode to the door without looking back. Stepping into the hallway, he eyed Serena's secretary coolly. She didn't spare him a second glance.

Serena sat in her five-bedroom apartment and sighed with relief that her day was over. Changing into a pair of well-worn jeans and a soft pink cashmere sweater, she recalled when Darien had walked in, all confidence that she would have been overjoyed to see him.

She was jolted from her daydream when the telephone on her bedside table rang. "Hello?" She said.

"Stay away from him. You belong to me. You don't deserve him. No one but me." Said a disguised voice, then it was gone.

"Stay away from who? And excuse me! I belong to no one buddy." She yelled to the dial tone that seemed to be laughing at her.

The lone figure sat at the table; one solitary candle was the only source of light in the whole room. Looking through the magazine, he cut the picture of her out. After gluing the photo to the wall, he smiled at his handiwork.

"You belong to me… and no one else." He said, his voice raspy.

Darien turned the page of his assignment, not really reading any of the report. Frustrated, he tossed the papers onto the bed and began to pace. "Ok, Harris. What are you going to do?" He asked himself. "Call the girl and lose your job, or, call the chief and keep it." Before he could answer himself, the phone rang. "Harris."

"Get any leads yet? Or are you following Serena around like a lovesick puppy? You're supposed to protect her, not try to make things work out between the two of you all over again." Lita Santos said with a smile on her face. In truth, she wanted her two best friends together. They were good together.

"I only went to Serena's office to check everything out, including to see how she was doing. And… wow. That's all I can say. Wow. Anyway, no leads. I questioned a few of Serena's employees and none of them have any clue as to what is going on."

"Names of the employees."

Darien thumbed through his notepad and found the three names. "Uh, Justin Smith, Cassandre Marx, and a… oh, Joseph Romano, he just got hired a couple weeks ago to do some filing. None of them looked as if they knew anything. I know you're going to do this anyway, but do an extra check on Romano. He didn't look too convincing."

"Will do. Look, there's something going on over here. Be careful, Harris."

"You know I will Chief. Later." Hanging up the phone, Darien grabbed his gun and badge. 'Let's see if I can get Serena to let me into her apartment. She's gotta know what's going on.'

A.N. That's all for now. I didn't change too much in this chapter. Questions, comments, or flames? Just submit a review or email me and I'll be more than happy to answer them. Thanks for the patience; it's been far too long.

-Icess-

Revamped On: August 12, 2005