The lights blurred as she flew through the city and towards the docks of Manhattan. The purr of her car, which normally brought her so much comfort and bliss, did nothing to sooth her frayed nerves. She knew she was driving too fast, weaving in and out of traffic dangerously close to other cars, but that didn't even faze her. Flying through a red light, she shifted gears as she came around a bend in the road. She flew over railroad tracks, the only ones in the city, and felt her tires crunch gravel as she pulled onto a side road. Red and blue lights flashed in the distance and she knew she was close. As the sun fell from the sky of New York, she slid her car into the scene and slammed it into park.
"A great end to a great night," She muttered.
Despite the situation, cobalt eyes flashed appreciatively over the sleek black corvette that pulled up, and even more appreciatively over the long legs that came out the door first. He shook his head. His eyes narrowed, and muttering to himself, he walked over to the woman.
"Ma'am I'm going to have to ask you to get back in your car." His voice was gentle, but gruff. He wasn't going to take any bullshit from some reporter wanting to get front-page news and a boost up the corporate ladder.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to get out of my way."
His eyes narrowed and he stepped in her path. "This is a suicide attempt, not a circus, lady. I don't care what kind of media badge you have; you're not getting in. Now I suggest you turn your pretty little self around and go back home before I haul you down to the station in handcuffs."
A smirk played at the edges of Serena's lips. "My, my. I don't even know your name and we're already talking about handcuffs." She flashed her access badge across his eyes then pinned it to her coat. "Unless you want to be cleaning blood stains off the docks and the side of that building I suggest you let me get to my patient, Mr," She glanced at his badge, "Shields."
As she walked past him he grabbed her arm. He waited until her crystalline blue eyes met his and his voice was cool. "That's Detective Shields, and you aren't going up alone." He felt her tense. She jerked her arm out of his grip and headed toward the blue team that was speaking to each other.
"Captain?" Her cool voice rang over the masculine ones and they immediately fell silent. She saw a man step forward and she smiled.
"Serena! How are you my girl?" Captain John gathered the young woman into a hug, all the while looking her up and down. "My, how you've changed since the last time I saw you!"
Serena smiled, but her eyes were scoping the rooftop. "I'd love to chat but I need to get to my patient. Is she up there still?"
His kind gray eyes turned serious. "She is. We've got a Detective up there talking to her now to keep her calm. She hasn't let go of her gun but she hasn't used it."
"John, she's my patient. I need to get up there."
"That's fine with me, but you're not going without protection." He held up his hand when he saw her mouth open to object. "It's not up for debate. You're going with a vest and an officer. I need you to take off your coat so we can get you suited up."
"Look, I don't ne-"
He cut her off. "The sooner you get suited up the sooner you get up there. Now stop arguing and just do it."
Sighing, Serena slid out of her black knee length jacket to reveal a little black dress. Ignoring the catcalls, she slid on the vest that was handed to her, and denied the gun. "I may be going protected, but I'm not going armed. The last thing she needs is to feel threatened."
Sliding off her black stilettos, she stood up. "I'm ready, let's go."
Detective Shields was her guard. Her escort, she thought to herself. She didn't need a guard. They climbed the stairs stealthily but quickly. At the door, Serena slid herself in front of the detective.
"That was your area, this is mine," and turning her back on him, she knocked. "Ann, are you there? Can you hear me, it's Dr. Tsukino. I'm going to open the door, and I'm coming alone,"She shoved off the hand on her shoulder, "and unarmed."
"Stay here," She whispered fiercely to the detective. "She wont talk to me if I've got a badge behind me. I don't care if you stay at the door, just don't get in my way." She opened the door, and walked slowly onto the roof.