It was a cloudy and solemnly gray day, the heat of the summer was still there but the cold wind would often remind him of the incoming threat of rain.
The streets were calm, as they usually were every morning in that district; it was after all a good neighborhood, peaceful, rarely ever reporting a serious disturbance, other than the occasional stray dog picking a fight with an owner's dog, or children playing where they shouldn't, namely their neighbor's yards.
Prowl shifted on his tires, wishing he could just transform and stretch for a few minutes, but for that he would have to back away a long way so no one would see him, and he was determined not to lose a single moment parked in that street.
Not that staying parked all morning was particularly interesting, he would much rather have stayed in his office working, or making sure nothing drastic like a twins prank happened during the night.
But there was a much higher interest that kept the police car where he was stationed at.
"Yer joints clogged up yet Prowler?" The police car didn't even shift in surprise upon the voice, he knew he'd be coming sooner or later. He watched as the Porsche drove over and parked behind him, slightly nudging his bumper with his front.
The police car bristled sharply, sending his bonded a scolding feeling, as if he were treating a child.
"Hardly. I merely dislike not being able to take any action." He paused, letting a bit of silence settle between them.
"She didn't see ya yet did she?" Jazz inquired, sounding a bit weary. "Ya know she's growin suspicious with ya hangin' around."
"I still fail to see how she managed to notice me and not you, considering you chose a much flashier alt form." Prowl said bitterly, sinking further on his tires.
"Easy" Jazz answered promptly "Lots o'fancy cars on this neighborhood."
"That still does not justify her suspicion; there are many patrol cars that pass by everyday here. Their numbers are even higher than that of a Porsche."
Jazz would have rolled his optics if he could, Prowl would never get it. Sure it was true what he said, but patrol cars didn't simply park on a street for hours ominously without a driver in sight. They would pass by yes, park when something happened, but never stay there as long as Prowl usually did. Plus she had taken notice of his licensing plate as well, which meant she knew it was always the same.
"So how's the lil' lady doin' this mornin'?"
"Still hasn't woken up, shouldn't take much longer however, the alarm clock is set to ring in a few minutes" The Tactitian answered, shifting his sensors back to the house he had been watching intently, at the end of the street.
"Betcha she's gonna fall off startled again." Jazz teased, moving his sensors to the same spot.
"I sincerely hope not, last time the lamp hit her head so hard I was afraid she might have suffered serious brain damage." Jazz only snickered at that comment.
"Reminds me o'someone ah know." He said with a pretend to be innocent tone, only to receive himself an undignified huff from the other.
The two went quiet for a few minutes when they heard someone get out of one of the houses near them, walking out with a dog and down the street towards the community gardens, scratching his boxers as he did so and giving the two cybertronians in disguise the shivers.
They were brought back to attention though when their scans picked up on the alarm clock ringing in their targeted house.
A young human girl inside, about the age of seventeen yawned, stretching and blindly searching for the alarm clock to turn it off.
The mechs chuckled lightly as she failed to find it for a good number of tries before outright slamming everything on the bedside table and throwing it to the floor, successfully silencing her nemisis.
After a few minutes it was her cell phone alarm clock that began to ring, managing to get a groan out of the girl who rolled out of the bed and blindly searched for said device to shut it off.
By the time she found it however she was too awake to go back to bed it seemed as she just threw it back to the bed and walked out towards the bathroom, likely for a shower. By which point both mechs shut off their scanners respectfully and waited.
"It's been a while since we las' came ta visit, ya notice anythin' changin'?" Jazz put in, as usual uncomfortable with the silence.
"The usual, she seems to be fairing well. There seems to not have been any Decepticon activity either, so she's still safe."
Again Jazz felt the urge to roll his optics. "Ya know what ah meant prowler! The juicy stuff! She get a date yet? Found any papers with her grades scatterin' around?" the saboteur asked eagerly.
"No, and yes, there were a few test papers in their usual shelf, from what little I could see she seems to be keeping up with her grades, nothing brilliant but fairly good."
"Good girl" Jazz said, mentally nodding "and…?"
"No signs of relationships other than her familial units."
Jazz sagged at that.
"Ya sure?"
"Quite sure. More than ever it seems like she's closing herself in her room for as long as possible. I could see signs of her living there."
"Signs as in, food plates all over the place and soda can's litterin' the table?" Jazz asked, receiving an affirmative feeling from Prowl. "Dang, why'd she have ta be anti so anti social?" he said, mentally pouting.
"I… it's my fault…I sho-"
"Now don't start with that again Prowler, we both know it's no one's fault." Jazz scolded, bumping his mate again on the rear of his alt form.
The tactician didn't oppose, though he certainly felt it, Jazz intruded into their bond for that same reason, sending feelings of comfort and enveloping his park with his essence.
"The creep didn't show anymore did he?" Jazz asked after a while, a slight frown on his face.
"It's hard to tell, but I believe he hasn't. It doesn't seem to have affected her by much however; if anything she seems relieved to no longer be in that relationship."
"Good" Jazz huffed "I might of just interfered if he came close again!"
"You know we can't do that, it would have ended all that we worked for all these years."
"Ah know, ah know, but ah would rather do it than let'im near my lil' girl again." The saboteur grumbled, sinking in his tires as well.
"Jazz…" the tatitian said tiredly. "She can't know, we promised. It's for the better."
The saboteur's mood only seemed to sink further at that.
"Ain't fair ah tell ya. Ah would have rather dealt with it than ta let those two excuses for parental units take care o'her."
Prowl sighed at that, looking up at the window again for a brief moment and noting that the window had been opened whilst they were conversing.
"It's safe to watch again." He informed the other, his scanners coming online again and revealing him the half messy half tidy room of the young human.
It was messy because of all the food plates and soda cans littered around, along with a few other objects here and there, fallen over the floor, namely drawings she had been working on. And at the same time it was tidy because, everything she was not working on had its own place and was neatly arranged there. The girl had a tendency to make a mess of everything and then tidy up like a maniac at the end of the day.
Currently she was sitting at her desk with a bowl of milk and cereal, reading something on her computer.
"Ah, she's back ta her desk, goodie, wan me ta share the video feed?" Jazz asked.
Prowl was not surprised by the question, the clever saboteur had hacked into the human's computer many times before so that he could access the camera and the microphone. They felt a little guilty for spying so thoroughly on the girl, but it simply couldn't be helped, it was as close as they could allow themselves to get.
"If you don't mind." Prowl agreed, waiting for the communication to be set up.
In his internal hud he soon saw the figure of the girl as if he were standing in front of her, it was a strange thing to be able to see so close, but appreciated.
He took in her appearance with care, her long dark brown hair was a bit messy from having woken up not too long ago, and as usual she hadn't bothered to brush it. The red streaks of hair at the front were starting to loose color as the hair had grown even farther than it already was.
The tan skin had gotten a bit more pale, likely the result of staying indoors as long as she did, and her eyes had feint signs of lack of sleep, their blue only shinning because of the screen's light.
"Definitely hasn't come out lately" Jazz stated "hasn't painted her cute lil' chevron lately." He snickered when prowl stiffened a little at that comment.
"It is not a chevron, a lot of girls her age enjoy painting their hair, and it is merely coincidence that she decided to paint hers in red." Prowl justified, straightening in his place.
"Sure Prowler, sure" Jazz teased.
They watched in silence for a good while, though the girl barely ever spoke, as her words were more often than not written on her computer rather than spoken with her family.
After about an hour she leaned away from the desk, sighing and rubbing her eyes, looking idly toward the window with her usual blank expression until it settled into a frown.
"Oh slag, c'mon Prowler, time ta disappear" Jazz said quickly cutting off the connection to the computer. The two quickly backing out of their parking spaces and to the other side of the street, turning around the corner.
Right when Prowl was about to get out of sight he saw the young girl standing at her window, glaring down the street to where they had been at.
The next moment he didn't see her anymore, it was time to go, before they rose too much suspicion.