A/N: Dont own any characters.. yet. I have a very vast and big plan for this one. i believe you'll enjoy.
The Diamond Tiger
She tore through the alley, ducked into a doorway, and tried to squeeze into nothingness. When had this all happened? Why was this happening? She squeezed her eyes shut holding in her breath trying not to be noticed.
3 days previous.
That had been the fifth time she had cried in her adult life. Twice for Nico, once for baby William, once for Connor leaving, and now for his death. She sat there at her desk completed incased in her thoughts and oblivious to the world around her. It was late, about time for her to head home. She turned around in her chair pulling herself to her desk. She looked downwards to the proofs lying directly in front of her. They were all perfect and ready to present. They had been for the past three hours. By habit she reached out to shut her laptop but her hands landed on something else. It wasn't the familiar cool feeling of the laptop but something much smaller and harder. She looked over to where her hand was. It was a box. Not to big or to small, but small enough to go unnoticed by her. She blinked, taken aback. Had the mail boy come again while she was sitting there? She stared at it trying to contemplate how it had gotten there. After a moment curiosity got her as she reached for it bringing it closer into view. Turning it to the side she realized her name written out in cursive on the tag. She opened the top peering inside. There was an even smaller box inside. Pulling it out she sat it on her desk as a envelope fell out with it. She picked up the envelope flipping it over. There was no name on it but the back was left open. She pulled out the letter but something about the box caught her eye. In the lighting she couldn't quite make out what it was. Turning on the nearest lamp she stole a glance at the box. It was a deep shade of purple wrapped in velvet. She stared at it realizing what had caught her eye. It was the clasp that held it together. It was a single diamond with the initials 'WS' engraved on the plate holding it. The brilliance of the diamond scintillated throughout the room as she picked up the jeweled box. It was heavy. She pushed at the diamond opening the box to find nothing. The box was empty. Confused she turned her attention back to the letter now sitting on her desk. The paper was folded into thirds but it was so thin that the writing from the bottom side shown through. She opened it.
Wilhelmina,
I'm still here. I couldn't tell you before because I needed everyone to believe I was dead. Believe me. I never meant to hurt you. I love you. Take this and wear it as a symbol for my love.
Me,
P.S. Burn This.
Her head spun. What? She reread the letter analyzing every detail. The way it was said, the writing, It was all his. But it couldn't be. Was Connor still alive? Her hands subconsciously flew back to the box sitting right next to her. At the touch of the fabric she turned her head towards it, brining it closer to her eyes. There was still nothing in it. She examined it for a minute, shutting her eyes, and letting her fingers trace the inside satin fabric until they met an unsmooth area. She opened her eyes to see what her fingers had found. There in the corner of the box was a little opening just big enough to stick a finger into. She did so pulling up. The fabric lifted to reveal a compartment underneath. She gasped as her jaw dropped open. Directly in the middle of the lush purple fabric sat the biggest diamond she had ever laid eyes on. Unlike any she had ever seen this one was green, but it didn't fade as lesser quality diamond would, it just kept on burning. She pulled it out, the diamond surprisingly light compared to the box it came in. Against her skin it was any even darker green like emeralds. Catching the light still remaining from outside it glowed like a fire. It seemed to light up from the inside. Realizing that it was a necklace she unclasped the Gold chain relapsing it behind her neck. The diamond fell right above her chest bone. It sat their glowing, almost like an eye. As she sat there she picked up the first box that was discarded on her desk to look for an address. There was none. That means that it had to be delivered by hand. She closed the purple box sliding the letter in between its folds. She picked it up deciding to keep it there until the morning so she could think. I'll burn the letter tomorrow. She set it inside of the glass cabinet on the side of her office where she kept her important things. Shutting it she reached for her coat, discarding the first box as she walked out of her office. She could feel the heat of the diamond on her skin as she made her way to the elevator. It opened letting her in. As the doors again began to close her hand flew to her neck where the diamond sat, feeling the warmth and the texture of it.
In the silent depts. of Mode, without a sound, the hooded figure watched as the elevator doors closed. The same feeling of accomplishment that he got after completing each step washed over him as the darkness of the building set in. Over in the corner of the room where he stood watching it was already pitch black. The elevator dinged signaling that she had gotten off at the first floor. He smiled to himself retreating back to the secret door in the wall in which he came in by. This was going to be easier then he thought.