"Prowl?" Elita 1 scanned the information that had been sent to her, "You are sure about this?"
"Yes ma'am" he replied, "I was the one to capture her."
Laying the small datapad down on the table, the pink femme braced a hand against her chin as she continued to study Prowl. There were few mechs she would have trusted to give that type of report. "Decepticons who are not?"
Prowl controlled the urge to shift his weight under the femme's intense stare, "Yes ma'am"
"It is Elita." She tilted her head to smile at him; "You can call my bondmate by his name. Why not me?"
"Cause you ain't likely to see how flat you can make him out of jealousy" another mech piped up with humor as he leaned over Elita to brush a kiss on her hand.
"Jazz." She chuckled with humor, "Optimus would never flatten one of his warriors in jealousy"
"Nah..you are right pretty lady." Jazz teased with a wide smile, "He's just station the offending mech to trash duty in the outer nebula!"
Prowl caught himself before he drummed his fingers in frustration, "Jazz."
"Prowl." The mech returned as he casually tossed himself into the other seat.
"I do not require your presence." Prowl stated pointedly.
Ignoring the other mech, Jazz continued to grin at Elita, "Couldn't believe it when I found out that you were here and holed up with ol starchie here." With a blatant fake pout, "Didn't even stop to see me. What's he got that I ain't?"
"Common sense…self control…sense of.." Prowl began
"Eh now! Just because I'm fun and femmes love me ain't no cause for you to be mean to me," Jazz complained.
Pointing at the door Prowl stated firmly, "Leave"
"Ah..parting is such sweet sorrow.." Jazz purred with his best voice as he stood and bowed toward Elita, "till next .."
Finally loosing his temper Prowl snapped, "OUT!"
"I'm going…I'm going. No sense getting your wires all tangled." Jazz smirked toward Prowl immensely proud of himself by getting under the other's armor.
Prowl felt his doors tense at the smirk Jazz gave him. Refusing to let anymore of his control slip because of the other mech he shifted his gaze back toward Elita.
The femme smiled brightly as she watched Jazz leave the room. Turning her optics toward Prowl, "He cares a great deal about you"
"I know this. Otherwise I would have him spending more time in the brig for his insubordination." Prowl inclined his head toward his commander's mate.
Chuckling wryly, "I should have guessed that you would have known."
"Jazz does his duty. I had considered having him test the group for their intentions and true motivations." Prowl paused his in reflection, "But I did not feel that he would be..."
"You did not feel he would be good in dealing with possible deception that a femme could throw his way." Elita stated, "I have to agree. It is unnerving that Megatron has found femme's willing to work within the Decepticon army."
"That's just it Elita" Prowl groused in complaint, "They don't act like Decepticons. For Primus sake! Her team got themselves captured! Deliberately I might add." Standing the black and white mech paced. "They just don't .."
"They don't fit any known patterns and it's driving your battle computer crazy?" Elita finished knowing this mech very well.
"Yes." He admitted, "Well, no. It's not my battle computer that is being driven crazy. It's the answer I keep getting back from that's driving me crazy. The facts keep returning that they are not Decepticons."
