Good Cop bad cop pt. 6
A/N: I wasn't even sure I was going to write this, or continue the good cop bad cop series, but I got some good reviews for it, so I've decided to put it into a new story all of its own XD And I'll try to update regularly, but no promises you understand XD
"No." Tifa said, tossing her head and waltzing away down the street. Canary stepped up to walk beside her, hands clasped with the tickets in between them. He begged her, "Why not? It's not like you have anything to be doing now anyway!"
Tifa's mouth twitched, "How do you know I don't have something better to be doing?"
"Because," he explained, "Ordinarily you would be searching for me, and I'm here now. Also, you've just recovered from a very serious injury, the police department is unlikely to be giving you extra work to do anyway, and besides, all you do on a Saturday night is go home, cook dinner, have a shower and then settle down in front of the TV and watch sappy love stories all night."
She stopped, turning to him with her mouth working furiously while her brain tried to work out just what it was that he had just said. "You watch me at home?!" She finally managed to choke out.
He shook his head, "No, I just know what it is women do after work when they have no boyfriend."
She made an 'Oh...' expression, and then suddenly a 'wait WHAT!' expression, her face steadily turning red. Then she was off again, marching down the street, her hands balled up into fists of embarrassment and rage. Canary had to jog to keep up she was walking so fast. "Tifa!" He whined, "What did I do? Come on! I've got the tickets now! And you even said you wanted to go!"
She ignored him. He continued, "Anything you want, it's on me. Come on, why not!"
"Because 1) I didn't say I wanted to go and even if I did I wouldn't go with you. And 2) you lied and said I was your Girlfriend, you accused me of not having a Boyfriend and you also suggested that I am a pathetic weakling who falls at the first hurdle. In short, you have offended me. That's why not!"
He smirked and took a step forward, amusement in his eyes as he looked at her from under his bangs. "I'm sorry I have offended you-" He didn't look the LEAST bit sorry "I didn't mean to suggest you are weak, and you not having a boyfriend only makes it easier for me to rectify my lie." Oh yeah, of course... "So I would like to make it up to you by taking you out tonight."
He watched her as she tried to make up her mind. "What do you mean, 'rectify your lie'?"
He chuckled and shook his head, taking her hand and leading her towards a motorbike that was parked at the side of the road. Letting go of her he opened the seat and took out a helmet, which he turned and held out to her. Somewhat reluctant, she took it, looking at it hesitantly before Canary sighed, and helped her put it on. "There," he said once she was strapped in. "Wouldn't want you getting hurt now would we?"
She narrowed her eyes at him out of the visor and he abruptly flicked it shut. Smirking, he held out his hand again, and this time she took it. He helped her onto the bike, and then slid on in front of her. She immediately wrapped her arms round him – she certainly didn't want to fall off, and besides, it wasn't exactly unpleasant hugging his very well muscled middle. Checking just once over his shoulder, he sped off into the traffic.
When he pulled up at the cinema, Tifa was seething. She had counted exactly 8 times when he had broken the law, and just how did he pass his test? They had ran red lights, obscured other traffic, nearly rear-ended an old woman in a smart car and he didn't seem to know his bike had indicators. She had been tempted to just shut her eyes and pray she lived, but then she was a cop, and this was important evidence. As soon as he stopped the bike, she was off it, staggering away and pulling the helmet from her head. He watched her with a half-amused smile on his face. "Do you know," she fumed, "You just broke the law at least eight times?"
He nodded, smirking as he set down the stand and took the helmet from her and put it in the seat compartment. When he turned around, she was still standing where he'd left her, but was now looking towards the cinema, her back to him. He walked up behind her and leant so his chin was resting on her shoulder, "What's the matter?" He murmured.
She shook her head, "Nothing..."
Shrugging, he slipped his hand through hers, and walked them towards the double doors of the multiplex. Tifa watched him from the corner of her eye. He seemed happy, the corner of his mouth curling slightly, his eyes focused ahead. She had to admit, if they were doing different jobs, and living different lives, he may well have been the type of person she would be interested in, but as it was... She sighed. As it was they weren't living different lives or doing different jobs, and for that reason, she couldn't be interested in him. Even if he was taking her out on a Saturday night. Wait; would this count as a date? Tifa's face reddened, she could feel the heat creeping up her neck at the thought. She hadn't been on a date since her senior prom, and even then her date had stood her up, in a 700 Gil Prom dress no less!
She was vaguely aware of him questioning what film she wanted to watch, and looking around the listing boards, she picked one. 'The Ugly Truth.' Well it looked alright, and besides he wasn't her boyfriend, so she could still curl up on the seat and watch a sappy chick movie if she wanted to.
Her eyebrow twitched when he offered to buy her a coke, like a REAL boyfriend, needless to say she declined. "I don't like them either." He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck as he handed her her ticket.
They went through and sat down in silence as they waited for the lights to go down. As soon as the adverts started rolling Canary whispered, "What are you mad at me about this time?"
"I'm not mad." She mumbled, prompting a sarcastic huff and a whispered, "Of course, you always sit there looking like I just shot your dog."
She glared at him and hissed, "Well if I am cross at you, that are your problem isn't it? Not mine."
"But if you don't tell me what I've done to upset you, I'll never know will I. What's your problem? Tch, girls like you!"
She rolled her eyes as the film began to start, "Girls like me, expect boys like you, to find that out for yourself." Then she shuffled a bit to get comfortable, and settled down to watch the film, leaving Canary staring wide-eyed at the side of her face.
As far as she could tell, the film was about a TV presenter who was helping his producer to get the man of her dreams, who also happened to be her neighbour. But then halfway through the film, the presenter started falling for the producer and it was all very soppy and sad and lovely and – Difficult to follow with his arm creeping round her shoulders and his leg pressed up to hers like that. She knew he was doing it on purpose, she'd seen the smirk on his face when she'd turned to tell him off. Gawd he was so frustrating! And way too good looking in the half-darkness.
She was still staring at him when the movie ended, and the credits were rolling. She'd missed the ending; she'd been too focused on thinking up what she was going to say to him when the lights went up. So when he looked down at her and noticed her staring, all she could really think to do now was to look like a rabbit in the headlights and carry on staring. He half-smiled, leant forward, and whispered, "I know I'm fun to look at, but staring isn't nice."
She blinked, her bad mood returning with a vengeance, "I wasn't staring at you."
"I'm sorry to break it to you," he said, feigning sincerity, "But yes you were."
Scowling, she got up and legged it to the exit; unfortunately, it was blocked by the sea of people who were also attempting to exit the screen. A cool voice sounded behind her, "That looked an awful lot like running Lockheart."
She ignored him and used her elbows to shove her way through the crowd. Pulling herself from the mass, she began walking calmly in the direction of the outside. When she got beyond the doors, she realised she had a problem. She would either have to walk home, or flag down a taxi, but that was presuming she had money on her, which she didn't. She was about halfway across the parking lot before Canary caught up to her, and held out her phone. She blinked at it for a moment, before taking it and giving him an accusatory look. He put his hands up and said, "What? Don't look at me, you dropped it!"
"Yeah right," She muttered darkly, dropping the phone back into her pocket and continuing across the lot, "I dropped it, of course I did. It's not like you're a criminal or anything then?"
He was following her, walking carefully on the very tip of her shadow, but he still heard the comment. "Hey," he protested, "I may be a bit of a gangster type of guy, but I don't steal. I have a job you know."
"Really?" She questioned, her voice thick with sarcasm, "And what would that be? Professional gambler?"
"No," He corrected, "I'm a delivery boy."
She stopped at the edge of the lot and stuck out her thumb. "What're you doing?" He asked, watching her with his arms crossed and a curious look on his face.
"Getting a ride." She said. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"But the bike's only over there." He said, pointing to where the bike was stood only a few meters away.
"I'm not going on the bike." She said, yawning. If he was going to continue bugging her she was really going to lose her patience. She was tired, hungry, and had just spent her Saturday night in the forced company of someone she really didn't want to get to know. Really didn't want to get to know.
"Why not?" She glanced at him. He looked disappointed, and upset. His eyes had lost their usual shine and had picked up a doleful look. Her heart softened and she let her arm fall.
"Because, I don't know who you are, I don't know what you're going to do now. And if I get on that bike you could take me anywhere you wanted. At least if I hitchhike I won't have to deal with someone of your... profession."
He looked at the floor, as though thinking and Tifa could do nothing more than wait for his reply. "If you want to know who I am, I could tell you that. And What I was going to do was take you home. If you like?"
Tifa considered him carefully. His entire being, the way he was standing, the dullness in his eye, his tone of voice, everything seeped hurt and sincerity. She wanted to trust him, she really did, and besides, he hadn't done anything... Untoward yet... Why not just, take a leap?
She nodded, blushing. Immediately his expression lightened, his lips parting on a smile that reached all the way to his eyes, deep and blue, and – She really needed to grab a hold of herself, she was sounded more and more love struck by the second! He held out his hand for her, and they walked the few paces to his bike hand in hand. She was blushing horribly when he settled infront of her, and this time she didn't have the helmet to hide it. He turned his head to look at her out of the corner of one eye. "Don't worry, I'll stick to the law this time Teef..."
She nodded, blushing at the nickname, then hid her face in the back of his jacket. He smirked in satisfaction and they sped away into the streets.
They pulled up to the doors infront of Tifa's apartment building little over 30 minutes later. Tifa yawned and lifted her head from Canary's back where it had settled sometime in the journey. He looked at her over his shoulder again and she blinked sleepily. "Maybe you need me to carry you all the way to your room huh?" He offered.
"No!" She said firmly, swinging her leg over the bike and dismounting. She had barely stepped back from him before he caught her wrist and pulled her into him. She flushed pink as his fingers tightened round her wrist and right hip. "W-what're you doing?" She stammered, wriggling her wrist in his firm, but not quite painful grip.
"You haven't said goodbye to me yet Lockheart." He said smirking. Uh-oh, this couldn't be good, he was grinning, never a good sign. His fingers tightened on her hip, pinning her closer to him as he said, "And I thought you wanted to know my name."
She nodded, yeah, a name would be good, somehow calling him a bird all the time just didn't fit the biscuit. He chuckled as he stood up from the bike, "I'll tell you what my name is, only so I can hear you scream it to me later. Deal?"
Her breath hitched in her chest, but she nodded, prompting the smile on his face to widen. He bent his head, pulling her closer still, "Cloud. Cloud Strife." He whispered against her lips, before fitting their mouths together, muffling out the small squeak that escaped her.
A/N: So? Am I forgiven for posting it in a completely new folder all of its own? I tried to make this thing as long as possible, but there was only so much I could cram into this chapter, and besides, I have had a serious case of writers block lol XD You know the drill, Read it and Rate it, even if you hate it XD
