Authors Note: Nothing belongs to me except Harley…
Harley had always been a street rat. She knew her way around like nobody's business she was like a shadow. Always hidden, spoken of but never seen. She was the most talented thief in the city, and the most coveted. The Thenardiers had been trying to get her into their grubby, controlling grasp for ages, so had the police. This is where her thievery ends.
"Stop in the name of the law!"
Harley froze and dropped the silver candlestick she had been grabbing. How could they have known? How could she finally be caught? She turned slowly, and directly behind her was the heavily feared Inspector Javert. Him of all people, well at least it was the best caught by the best.
"Jean Claude pat her down," Javert ordered, pointing a pistol in Harley's direction.
The fellow officer "Jean Claude" walked toward Harley who eyed him with her penetrating blue eyes. Her eyes were how Javert had known it was her; those eyes had been the subject of the city for years now. They seemed to glow in their intensity. The name was another way of knowing, although more difficult to prove, her name was unusual to say the least. It was another unique quality that rang throughout his city.
As the officer approached her Javert could feel trouble brewing, sometimes if you wanted to best results you had to do the job yourself.
"Stop Jean Claude, point your pistol at her and be ready to shoot if anything gets out of hand."
Javert lowered his own pistol and walked toward her, she seemed to relax some, her pride less ruffled now that Javert took the place of the clumsy sidekick. He swiftly searched her and found nothing on her, surprising to say the least but it mattered not for it just made his job that much easier. Grabbing her roughly he cuffed her and began to haul her to his horse which had been tied up just outside. The house was a wealthy man's abode that was abandoned for the weekend as he had left to visit some family.
After getting to the station Javert threw her into a cell unceremoniously, He couldn't let this corrupt little bitch know how much catching her meant to him. She was much smaller than he had imagined, long brown hair all mussed up and a dirty pale face, not much taller than most children. She was small and lithe which probably worked to her advantage now that he thought about it.
Little did he know that this child like figure would cause him more trouble than he would ever expect, even on the worst of days.