BlackLynx17: Guess how long it has been everybody?! Guess?! Guess?! Too long I reckon, way too long. Last story I did on this profile was like a Miraculous Ladybug story? And I didn't even finish it because I got tired of Miraculous Ladybug. It has been a long time... wow. Now why did I suddenly come back? Honestly? Because someone messaged me about an old Mendy story I used to have posted up on this site and asked if I was ever going to post up another one. This is a story I have already written like years ago, back when Fast and Furious 7 came out, and now 8 is out... wow... it really has been a long time. Anyways, thanks to this person I decided to post this story up. It has a total of 68 pages. If I put like 9-10 pages each chapter, it will be a six chapter story. I plan on updating twice a week, so it's going to be a short story for everyone to enjoy. I am like really out of practice with writing so don't expect me to suddenly come back with a black belt in stories.

Catch Me... If You Can

Chapter 1

It was the dead of night, the streets completely deserted while people were at home in their beds knocked out. There was a slight fog, but sure to clear up when morning came. Down in an alleyway a trashcan got knocked over as a stray cat jumped on top of it and fell. She landed on her feet and meowed, swishing her tail back and forth before she walked out of the alley.

Her whiskers shook and her eyes narrowed, spotting something small moving on the other side of the road. A mouse? A rat? Her next meal? She started making her way over there, lightly prancing as she walked across the sidewalk and in the middle of the street.

There was a purr in the dead of the night, but it didn't come from the stray cat. Lights appeared out of the fog and she froze as they shone on her. A beast flew past her and she jumped, trying to run across the street, but then another one flew past her and she stopped, meowing as she headed back the other way. The lights were blinding now and all she could do was freeze up, her muscles failing to react.

This beast didn't fly right through her; there was a loud screeching sound like nails scratching on a chalk board and a soft pink light was illuminating against her fur, making her look pink instead of white. The cat blinked and meowed, moving around now. She rubbed against the beast, smooth and cold to the touch.

She heard more sounds, small ones sounding like a human heading towards her. This person didn't look like any human she's seen before though; it didn't have a face, not one that she noticed. The human's touch was warm though, and soft, so it couldn't have been another beast. The stray cat meowed as she jumped into the arms that petted her, the human picking up the cat and heading back into the beast before it started flying down the street again.

"I can't believe this, I can't believe this! I am losing my mind! I AM LOSING MY MIND!"

Mest scratched his head as he tapped away on his keyboard, looking over the footage of last night. He watched three cars race down the streets, one a metallic silver, another a fire hot red, and the last a shimmering pink. They were only on the screen for a second, less than a second, and he kept rewinding it playing it at slower and slower motions so he could see the cars better.

"Mest... I think that captain is losing it in his office." Eve said from the desk across from him, peeking over the dividers that separated them.

"Really? What gave you that thought?" Mest asked putting his coffee cup back down.

He froze the screen and looked at the picture, the red car in the lead followed by the silver then pink. It was blurry, nothing at all to make out in the picture other than the cars colors. He knew there were designs on the side of the cars, he knew the windows were tinted, he knew there was at least some small hint that could help him crack this code, but from this picture he couldn't make out anything. Still, it was evidence so he pressed the Ctrl+P buttons on his keyboard and started printing it out.

"I WANT THEM FOUND! I WANT THEM BEHIND BARS! I WANT MY STREETS CLEAN FROM STREET RACING!"

Mest mouthed the words his captain was yelling in his office hearing it hundreds of times before as he walked over to the printer, watching his photos come out. He picked them up and stacked them together, walking over to the evidence wall they had in the office for this case. On it was dozens of other pictures of street racing cars, some packed together like little groups, some just off on their own, but all of them were associated with the same crime. Mest lifted up his pictures and pinned them on, right next to the other pictures of the same cars they've been tracking for what, two years now?

"We need to upgrade the street cameras to higher tech ones; my phone could take a better picture than that." Lahar said walking over.

"These three cars are always together in every race, even if they aren't packed up together. There's a connection; they're a streetcar gang or crew, I don't know the terms they use. These three are together though." Mest said, tapping against the pink car in the picture.

"I don't doubt you, I don't think that's going to be enough to calm down Captain Doma though. You should get out of here before he comes out of his office and starts picking us off one by one to blame. Your shift ended two hours ago, didn't it Mest?"

"Yeah, you're right... I feel like I'm close though," Mest mumbled, narrowing his eyes at the bigger picture.

"That's the sleep depriving kicking in, go home Mest. You're off work for the next three days, I don't want to see your face back here until Monday, alright? Monday. Any sooner and I'm telling the guards to kick you out of the station. Now go, go." Lahar said, grabbing Mest's shoulders.

He started pushing him away from the picture wall and towards his desk, tossing him his coat and suitcase.

"Ah, wait a second! I need to pack." Mest said.

"Well hurry up, if you aren't out of here in five minutes I'm calling the guards."

Mest rolled his eyes and chuckled, knowing his best friend was just trying to send him home after a long day of work. He packed up his paperwork and files and shoved them in his suitcase, putting on his coat before double checking if he had everything.

"Bye Eve, see you Monday. Good luck with Captain." Mest waved goodbye.

"Bye Mest, have a great weekend." Eve waved back before he started typing away on his computer again.

Mest waved and said his goodbyes to the people he passed as he left the station, the sun blinding him as soon as he stepped outside of those doors. He inhaled a deep breath in and exhaled a bigger one out, shaking himself from his jitters.

Coffee sounded great right now, but then again he was trying to go to sleep as soon as he got home... but then again he still hadn't finished looking over the video feed and his reports... coffee, reports, and then whenever he'd crashed he'd sleep. Mest nodded his head and started walking down the street, heading towards his car.

It was around five o'clock, traffic completely backed up as people rushed to get back home to relax. Mest was going to be one of those people, but he was glad he decided to stop by at the nearest coffee shop he saw on his drive home. He could just sit there for an hour or two, finish his reports there as he drank his coffee, and then by the time he got back home he'd just crash and fall right asleep.

Perfect plan.

Mest grabbed his suitcase from the backseat and started heading in, waiting in line to order his drink. He was lucky enough to find a table to himself and sat down, relaxing as he took the first few sips of his drink. He got lost in the words and pages of his reports, losing all sense of time and being around him as he studied every sentence, every word, trying to piece them all together and match them all up.

To him it could have been five hours later, but in reality it was only twenty minutes later before something broke him from his train of thought. It started with a slight tear followed by the rattling of what sounded like beads and bells before a thud was heard. Mest looked him from his papers and froze for a second, his throat running dry.

Standing right beside his table was a female, a woman, but she wasn't just your everyday woman. She was beautiful. Mest didn't like to admire women, he found it degrading and rude to check them out without their permission, but he couldn't help it with this one.

She wasn't that tall, around five foot one, maybe five foot two? A short little woman, but the bun on her head gave her a few more inches. It was a tight one, but not well organized as blue strands popped out in every direction giving it a very rushed and messy look. That blue hair though was so dark, so deep, so... soft looking; Mest found himself wanting to reach out and feel for himself if what he imagined was true.

Her eyes were a dark brown and refused to meet his, but there were also sparkles and specks of a lighter shade in there, her lips having a small frown on them. Her skin was so shiny and smooth, a perfect hint of red dancing against her cheeks. Mest did not know who this woman was, he did not know why she was here at a coffee shop wearing a plain black tank top revealing a bit too much to other men and some gray sweats that made her look like she had just rolled out of bed, but he wanted to know. He wanted to know so badly and didn't hesitate at all when he saw her bend down to pick up her things.

"Here, let me help you." He said getting out of his chair and kneeling down on the ground.

He spotted little toys with bells attached to them, what looked like a toy mouse, and a box of... kitty chow. The woman looked up at him and finally met his eyes and again Mest was frozen, paralyzed under her gaze. The woman blinked and reached out for the kitty food he had in his hands, her eyes slightly widened when he refused to let it go.

"Alright," a tug, "thanks for the help," another tug, "you can let go now."

"Huh? Oh, sorry. Do you need anymore help?" Mest asked, standing up alongside her.

"No, I pretty much have everything. The bag was just cheap and tore, but I have a hold on everything now," the woman said in her light and angelic voice.

She looked around the coffee shop and settled down at Mest's table, minding his papers out on the table as she placed on her things on it. The bag's hole wasn't on the bottom, just on the side, and it wasn't that big. It must have been the corner of the kitty food box that tore it; she knew that cashier had stuffed way too much into the small little bag. With a huff she started stuffing everything back inside of the ripped paper bag and held it where the tear was, so nothing would fall out again.

"Thanks a bunch for your help, excuse me," she bowed lightly heading towards the line.

It was now or never. Mest inwardly kicked himself in the behind as he stood in front of her and clenched his hands into fists. He could feel the sweat on his palms, he ignored them though as he threw it all out there.

"Can I buy you a cup of coffee?"

The woman blinked. She thought he was a little strange when he refused to let go of her cat food, but since he was helping she ignored it. Now though as he just asked her out... she knew without a doubt in her mind that he was a weirdo and her mother taught her to stay away from weirdos.

"I'm sorry sir, but I'm just fine on my own." She answered him.

Mest's eyes flinched, but he didn't back down, "just one cup? Why not? It's just one date."

"I try to stay away from dating weirdos, I have enough crazy people in my life and I don't need to worry about dating a crazy boyfriend who'll turn up into a crazy stalker when we break up... so no thanks again, but thank you for the offer."

Now Mest was just insulted, "did you just call me crazy and a weirdo? Why? Because of the way I look?"

"Because the way that I look weird- sir. No sane person would ask a girl out looking like this," the woman said, motioning to all of her, "dressed the way I am like I just rolled out of bed and didn't even have a shower yet, because I haven't. I'm pretty sure I stink right now too, so if you're really asking me out right now, yeah, crazy."

"Well I think you look beautiful."

The woman froze, licking her bottom lip.

"And I don't care at all about what you're wearing, I think it looks nice and very comfortable, much more comfy than this suit I'm wearing. Now that we have established that I'm not crazy nor a weirdo, how about that cup of coffee?"

"You're a very weird person, do you know that?"

Mest opened his mouth up to voice his reply.

"Small white chocolate mocha please, with extra whip."

He closed his mouth and a grand smile appeared on his face, so boyishly cute that the woman found herself blushing from it.

"Small white chocolate mocha with extra whip, got it. I'll be right back."

She watched him head to the counter and looked down at his table, taking the seat across from his papers. She placed her bag on the extra seat and sighed softly, taking the bun out of her hair and retying it in an even neater fashion so he doesn't think of her as a slob. He was pretty cute, that boyish spiky hair of his was really hot looking and those crystal green eyes of his... a shiver ran down her spine. And that scar on his face! It just added more mystery to his character. If she was dressed up normally, more beautiful, she would have said yes without hesitation, but wearing what she was now she immediately thought he was a weirdo. He could still be a weirdo right now... or he could actually be a really sweet person who really didn't care about looks and just really wanted to know her.

She didn't know, but hopefully she would know by the end of her mocha. It was hard for her to wait and not peek at the papers he openly had on display on the table, but that was rude and she didn't want to be known as a snooper just yet.

"So, does white chocolate mocha drinker have a name?" Mest asked placing her cup right in front of her.

"Yes, she does," she giggled taking that first sip. A soft moan came from her lips as she tasted the whip cream and caffeine; she placed her cup back down and smiled over at him, "Wendy. Thanks for the drink."

"Wendy, nice to meet you. My name is Mest, please excuse the mess. I was just doing a bit of work," Mest said quickly gathering up his papers and putting them all away.

Wendy giggled and wiped the lingering whip cream she felt on the side of her lip away, "Mest, mess, they sound really similar."

"Trust me, I am not a mess." Mest told her with a small smile.

Wendy started giggling again and took another sip of her coffee, "alright, I'll believe you. I really needed the caffeine right now; I feel like I was dead on my feet awhile ago."

"Ouch, rough night?"

"Late night, and on my way home I found this poor little stray cat in the street and decided to take her home. I was completely passed out before her meowing woke me up; I left out a bowl of milk and some leftover curry before heading out to get her some cat food."

"Curry? For a cat? It was cold, right? Cats can't eat hot food."

Wendy blinked, "um... ah... does a minute in the microwave count as hot?" She asked, rubbing the back of her neck.

Mest started laughing, "you better hope that milk is enough to hold her over."

"Ugh, I've never had a pet before and I know nothing about cats. I couldn't just leave her abandoned on the road though, I nearly ran her over with my car!"

"Aw, so you felt guilty then. That's why you adopted her."

"Yeah, a little, plus she was this adorable little snowball, well more like gray ball before I gave her a bath at home."

"That's a real sweet thing you did there; I knew you had a kind face."

Wendy blushed a little and took another sip of her mocha to hide it, "so Mest, how can you assure me that you aren't a weirdo? Since I've just assured you I'm kind."

Mest blinked and hummed, "well I only put nineteen packs of sugar in my coffee instead of twenty; only crazy weirdos do that."

Wendy spat up her mocha on the table and covered her mouth, her eyes wide and her whole face flustering red as she couldn't believe she just did that. Mest had a wide grin on his face as he started laughing out loud hard, banging on the table a little not believing he just saw that.

"Sorry," she whispered with her face down, reaching for a napkin to wipe the table off.

"Oh my God that was so funny, hahahaha," Mest chuckled wiping a tear from his eye, "wow... you're really something Wendy. Can we do this again sometime?"

Wendy raised an eyebrow, "you want me to spit out coffee again sometime?"

"No, although I'm sure that would be hilarious again, but I meant more like seeing you again."

"We're still seeing each other now."

"Yeah, but I'd like to know if this will be the last time I see you or not."

"You're very persistent Mest."

"I'm just as surprised as you; I don't really pin after girls, but when I saw you... I don't know, I just couldn't let you walk away."

Wendy smiled gently, "and a real smooth talker. I'm not sure yet Mest, I'm still applying my crazy or not test to you."

"Then continuing asking away, I'm sure by the end of our date you'll find that I'm a perfectly normal guy."

"But normal guys are boring! What I'm looking for is a mild interesting, mild crazy, not super fun, but above mild fun, funny man with my sense of humor, my taste in foods, can be a bit of a weirdo as long as it isn't weird, cruising guy."

Mest ran her list inside of his head again, "me, me, me, I'm really close to this guy, but what do you mean by cruising?"

Wendy's eyes turned soft and hazy as she leaned on her hand and sighed in completely bliss. She started tracing her coffee lid and stared out the window at the open roads.

"Someone who doesn't mind just getting in a car at a moment's notice and just driving. One block, across the country to another state, just getting in and driving. That's a real deal breaker to me, people who can't stand getting into a car and driving for fun thinking it's just a waste of time and gas without a destination."

He's never seen someone talk so passionately about something before; she didn't talk like it was her job or dream, but like it was just her pleasure and an honor to be able to drive around. She made it sound like a random road trip was winning the lottery or marrying the person of your dreams.

"I don't mind long drives."

Her face full of passion suddenly scrunched up together in distaste, "I hate that word, mind. I don't mind this, I don't mind that, it's just another way of saying I hate this, but I like you so I'll do whatever you want."

"Well I've never really driven out on a journey before, so I can't really tell you if I enjoy it or not. The way you described it though... it sounds pretty nice."

Wendy's face softened up a bit and she smiled, "do you happen to have a pen Mest?"

Mest blinked and patted his chest down, grabbing the pen in his jacket pocket. Wendy ripped a piece off of her paper bag and started writing her number down.

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Nothing, I'm free."

"I would say we should go to a drive right now because the suspense of not knowing if you'll like it or not is killing me, but I have a pet on the brink of starving at home and my drives usually lasts for hours so it'll have to be tomorrow. Call me whenever when you're ready to take that trip," she said pushing the paper and pen back towards him.

"Uh-sure, yeah, I will. Um, do I need to prepare something for a drive? Wear something specific?"

Wendy started giggling as she gathered her bag in her lap, "we're just going for a drive you weirdo, not sky diving or mountain climbing. Hmm, it is going to get pretty hot though, so you might want to wear something cool and put on lots of sunscreen."

Mest nodded his head, "got it, so I take it you're leaving now?"

"Sadly yes, but I'm really looking forward to your call Mest. Don't make it too late though, alright? Or else I'll start our drive without you," Wendy giggled standing up.

Mest stood up with her and held his hand out, "until tomorrow then Wendy."

She ignored the hand and walked closer, wrapping her free arm around him. Mest was shocked, but welcomed it as he hugged her back quickly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, you smell just like daisies."

Wendy snorted and laughed in his chest before pulling back, "you're really funny Mest, I like that. I'll see you tomorrow, thanks again for my coffee. Bye."

Mest watched her leave and sighed to himself, trying to will his heart to stop beating out of his chest.

"Bye Wendy."