~*..*~: thoughts

She scanned the area, her gaze falling on a middle-aged couple whose heads were bent over a map. 'Perfect…' she thought to herself as she made her way towards them.

"Bonjour, would y' l'ke some help?" she said, her mouth stretched in a warm, inviting and thoroghly fake smile. The couple jolted up and looked at her. The woman was the first to speak. "Why thank you miss! I heard that the people were friendly but I never thought that they would be this nice!"

~*'Sorry ta disappoint ya ma'am but they sure as hell ain't' *~

"Can you please direct us to the Café Bayou?"

"Sure Ma'am" she replied, "Two str'ts down 'n turn r'ght. It's da t'ird building on y'r left."

"Why thank you! Can we repay you miss, in any way?" A surge of panic swept throught her for a second, replaced by her nonchalant mask.

"Nah t'anks ma'am. Jus' happy t' help!" She smiled again and waved as the couple walked off. 'Thah pleasures all mine.' She smiled softly to herself as she slid the couples wallets into her backpack.

Remy watched on from his hidding place as the girl walked into an alleyway. When she emerged the previous curled black hair was replaced by straight blonde hair, her jeans and shirt by a tight revealing crop top and a mini. ~*Smart Cherie*~ He thought grinning to himself. This was going to be a big find, he could feel it. The girl had everything, speed, skill, and most of all style. He smiled again as her recalled his previous try.

She had just gotten a huge wad of cash from some English tourist. Smiling to herself she had walked on in a daze, thinking of ways to spend her find. Suddenly she walked into a tall figure.

"Where dy' t'ink y' be goin' cherie?"

~*Oh great*~ She could've kicked herself as she realised that she had walked into a police officer. Putting on her best posh English accent she had spoken to him.

"Oh I'm dreadfully sorry my kind sir, but would you mind informing me where I can find the Hilton?"

He had simply laughed. "Good try cherie, but I saw y' steal off that man t'ere.." as quick as lightning she found cuffs slamming on her wrists. "Now offahcer," her accent dissolving, "what dya want? A share o' thah catch? Or maybeh somethin else…" she said sultryly, batting her lashes slightly. She looked at him. He was tall, with a nice jawbone and thin smirking lip, his eyes hidden from the black shades he had on. His figure was lean, but muscular.

~*damn ah wouldn't mind seein' him without his uniform..*~

He looked at her now grinning, "Why would I wan' a t'ing l'ke dat?" She had looked at him coyly, "What, so ya're tellin meh ya don' find meh attractive?" She pouted slightly and brought her arms closer together to accentuate her cleavage. ~*just a little more time…'*~ "No, never said dat. Be findin y' v'ry attract've cherie." He had whispered, his face getting closer to hers. "Well ya'r not that bad ya'self sugah…" she said as she drew up for a kiss. As their lips met his tongue immediately reached into her mouth, stroking hers softly then quicker as hers explored the caverns of his mouth. Relutantly he had let go, simply because he knew that if he had held on much longer he might have passed out from lack of oxygen. Staring into the glittering emarald orbs of her eyes Remy had found himself speechless. She had smiled cheekily at him and drew back. Remy had started as he realised that the girl had transferred her cuffs onto him. "Thanks for the kiss sugah. Ah'll treasure it forevah." Smiling at him,she had kissed him on the cheek again and had walked off, tossing his wallet into the air.

~*Never again.*~ He had learnt his lesson. No more tricks. He was just going to go straight up to her and aske her to join. But first, as always, he had to find out about her, make sure that she had nothing to do with those Assasins. And after all, ut would be easier to flirt with her when she joined if he knew more about her. Grinning to himself he extinguished the cigarette and tailed her.

Many hours later…

Not bad for a day's work. He had found out where she lived, which bank she used and was sure that she didn't mix with the assasins, when he saw her steal off Belle, the lead assasins bitchy snob of a daughter. He had also found out that she wasn't completely a thief, she worked a shift in a restaurant as a waiteress and another shift as a sales assistant in a shop. He smiled softly and sadly as he recalled the other thing he had learned about her. He had been following her for about 12hrs now, when he had seen her suddenly enter an old dilapidated district. He had seen her enter a house, which was odd as he knew she already lived in a modest apartment downtown. Curious he had looked in and his heart had nearly broke at what he saw. The girl had removed her wig. Her auburn hair was tied into a bun, with shocking white bangs. She was kneeling next to an elderly woman, wrinkled and hunched, with about 10 scruffy bony children in rags around her. The walls were peeling, and the floor was black with grime and faeces.To his amazement she had brought out a thick envelop from her bag and pass it to the woman. The woman opened the envelop and took out a huge wad of cash form it, her wizerned features lighting up in surprise and happiness. She had kept exclaiming what Remy presumed to be thanks to the girl. The girl just nodded and smiled and put her wig back on her head and started to leave, Remy immediately leapt from his hiding place and continued following her, touched and surprised at the show of kindness the thief had shone. What she had done had hit close to home since there was a time when he recalled being one of those small children, living in cramped rooms in poverty with other orphans and runaways, before Jean-Luc had found him and taken him in. He knew what it felt like to live from day to day not knowing when your next meal might be. He knew that what that girl had done would mean the world, both to the woman and children. It gave them a chance of a meal, a wash, a life. His respect and admiration of the girl had risen greatly.

He followed her now. Technicallly he had found out all the information he needed to know, all that was needed now was to recruit her, but he was still drawn to her. He followed her as she went back into her house. She emerged an hour later at 10:00pm, her hair back to it's natural state. She had tied her hair into a high half-bun where some of her hair was in a bun and the other half escaping from the top in loose tendrils, her white bangs framed her pretty face that was all made-up, her eyes lined, large golden hoops in her ears, a sliver of blush on her cheeks and neutral gloss that made her lips look plumper if it was possible. ~*Mon Dieu*~ She was gorgeous. She wore a silver necklace that hung just above her off-shoulder, semi-transparent black dress that stopped a couple of inches above her knees, showing off her long, smooth tanned legs, with delicate feet wrapped in black strappy shoes. Remy followed as she made her way to "Soiree" one of the hottest night-clubs in New Orleans. "Finally, a l'ttle action cherie." He muttered under his breath his face grinning in pleasure…