I Don't Want to Miss A Thing
Frustration

Ok before everyone starts to throw stones at me for not updating sooner let me explain myself… well school has been crazy, college applications take a lot of time to complete and I had writers block (ducks behind a brick wall). I'm sooooooo sorry that I didn't update sooner but I'm hoping that this story will end soon.

Someone sent me a review saying that I spelled Starfire's name wrong. I didn't. Even though her name is Koriand'r, her alias in the comics is Kory Anders not Kori, if you don't believe me go to titanstower. com and look it up.


The air had turned cold around her, nipping at her exposed flesh, countered by Nightwing's bodily warmth creating a strange and eerie mixture of warm and cold within her. Tears still streaming down her cheeks as she continued to fondle the box between her fingers. She stared hard at it, hoping for it to open itself, to tell her of its contents but she couldn't physically open it. It hurt her too much.

She turned to look at Nightwing, looking for reassurance, which she found in his face. She walked back to the bed and set down the box as Nightwing stayed next to the window and stared at her, not wanting to intrude in her space. She would tell him if she needed him.

She continued to stare thoughtfully at the box, now laying on the blue sheets of Nightwing's bed. She then picked up her nightgown that was still on the floor and set it next to the box. She moved the box to rest on top of her nightgown. She studied the two objects together. They didn't feel right together, there was something about her lilac nightgown and the black box that didn't compliment each other. She moved the box away from her nightgown and put the towel that wrapped around her toned frame, leaving her naked, next to it. She studied the next set of objects, the blue towel and her lilac nightgown. There was something about the arrangement that she found soothing, so fitting. She never regretted being with Franklin, but deep inside she always knew that Nightwing was the one for her. She knew it since she first laid eyes on him, from when she first kissed him after escaping the Gordinians, she had always known it. They belonged together, they were soul mates and now looking at Nightwing's towel and her own nightgown she knew it more than ever.

She walked back to Nightwing and put her head on his chest, letting him wrap his strong arms around her, covering up her nakedness. He looked down at her and took her chin into his hands. He could see the dried up tears on her face and the newly created ones still falling from her emerald eyes. He didn't want to see her in so much pain, it was tearing him to shreds watching her once joyous eyes be filled with so much pain. He wiped away her tears with his thumb and tried to kiss away all her pain. Leaving the box forgotten somewhere on the floor between the end table and bed with its contents exposed and hidden until found.

Shadows crawled and ran swiftly from wall to wall on her dark room, the branches of the tree that stood tall next to her window scratched at the glass, as if trying to get her attention. Her white robe was hiding her petite figure under their protective folds, the hood hiding her face behind darkness. Her lips were moving at a rapid pace repeating the same familiar phrase "Azarath Metrion Zinthos", her indigo eyes were closed, but very intent on categorization all the scenes that were flashing in front of them. She sighed mentally as more scenes flashed by of Starfire and Franklin, of the team, of Starfire and Nightwing, of Starfire's family and what Raven assumed were Franklin's acquaintances.

As she sifted through Franklin's memories she saw faces, she could almost recognize, their eyes, they seemed so familiar to her but she couldn't remember where she had seen them before. She disregarded these feelings and sorted out the last of the memories.

The garage was cold and dank. The room smelled very clean and dirty at the same time, a mixture between oil and grease and pine-sol that was used to mop the floor and a hint of car wax. This was were he worked and played, in a way. When he wasn't upstairs beating Beast Boy on the game station Cyborg was most likely down here. He would either be working on a case, working on his "baby" or on one of his latest projects. This was his sanctuary, there was nothing that he couldn't do down here, there was nothing that he couldn't fix but the case with Franklin was definitely not coming out the way he expected it to, he just had to keep trying. The more he searched the more dead ends Cyborg encountered and the more questions formed in his head.

"This is so frustrating" he said to him self as he put his head in his hands. Even being down in the garage couldn't calm down his frustration.

The breeze warmed him as he flew through the sky, caressing his emerald wings, the scent of the salty sea entering his nostrils, clearing his mind. As he entered the city he flew over the park. As he glimpsed down he could see children playing tag, climbing the jungle gym, trying to touch the sky on the swings. They were so innocent and pure. It brought back memories of the team when they were younger. They would have picnics under the willow tree and play football on the field while Raven sat under the giant oak tree reading. Beast Boy sighed leaving the park behind him, leaving those days behind him.

He kept flying through the city until he reached his destination of the abandoned warehouse now with yellow police tape sealing it from pedestrian access. Police guarding the old building while others ran to and fro collecting evidence and taking pictures. Beast Boy landed gently behind the warehouse as he transformed from bird to man. He walked around to the front in search of the person in charge of the crime scene which he assumed was the sheriff so he began to look for a person with a sheriff's badge.

He didn't feel like looking around, he felt like he was playing hide-and-go-seek, so he went to the officer that was closest to him. which just happened to be a woman. She was as tall as Starfire, her olive skin was evenly tanned, her golden brown hair was up in a ponytail. Although he couldn't see her face he knew that she was gorgeous. Her short blue a-line skirt displayed her long toned legs, her light blue blouse hugged her hips. Beast Boy took in a deep breath and went up behind her and gently tapped her shoulder. As she turned he was met with the most breathtakingly beautiful gray eyes. She smiled at him curiously as he stood petrified staring at her. After a few moments of shock he finally remembered what he was going to ask her.

He laughed nervously as a small pink tint crept into his cheeks and held out his hand. "Umm, I was wondering if you could tell me who the person in charge here is?"

Letting go of his hand she smiled showing off her perfectly straight white teeth. "Yes I could." She answered him standing a little straighter.

"Would you mind taking me to them?" again he asked nervously.

"You're staring right at them." She answered happily moving her chest so that her badge came into full view. "I am head of the forensics lab, Lilith Clay, and I'm guessing you're a titan, Beast Boy, if my memory serves right."

Beast Boy was surprised at his luck and laughed again. "Wow, yeah I'm Beast Boy. I, um, was wondering if you could do me a favor."

"Depends what it is." She responded.

"I was wondering if you could get everyone to leave the crime scene and if you could give me any information on the case that you have on hand." His tone turned more professional.

She looked at him for a few seconds searching his face. She could see that he was nervous and shy towards her. "Doesn't Nightwing usually do that?" She questioned, trying to see his reaction. His face fell a little as his eyes lost a bit of their glow.

He knew someone was eventually going to ask him that. After all he is the leader and takes care of the most important thing in the case, crime scenes. The thing was that in this investigation the most important thing to Nightwing was Starfire, not the crime scene.

He cleared his throat. "He's doing something else so I'm over looking the crime scene."

She placed her hands on her waist and nodded. "Hmmm." Was all that she managed to say.

His heart sank a little more, she had barely met him and she already thought that he couldn't do something so important. "Look, I know you don't know me but Nightwing has sent me and if he thinks that I can do this all I ask from you is a little faith. Please." He stood up taller, his voice was prideful and reassuring.

She sensed that she had hurt his pride "I'm sorry if it came out that way, its just that, well never mind. I'll clear my people right now and you tell me when you're done and what you need." She smiled warmly at him as she turned to her walkie-talkie and spoke her orders into it.

Within minutes everyone had cleared the area.

She smiled once again at him "Its all yours."

"Thanks." He returned her smile and walked past the yellow crime tape and entered the warehouse.

As he walked in he could see the numbered markings on the floor and some on the machinery. The warehouse was no longer dark and musty, it was brightened by all the lamps that had been put inside. He looked at and inspected all the markings, they were all mostly just footprints. He walked into the room where everything happened. He saw the yellow chalk outline of Franklin's body, the pool of semi-dried blood next to it. There were numbered markings all through out the floor. A slight sense of nausea came over him as the smell of blood entered his nostrils, but he held it in. He wasn't about to let some blood stop him from doing what he had to do. He took a step toward the blood and transformed into a bloodhound. Nightwing had said to look for sights, sounds, textures even scent and that was what he was going to do. Sniffed around trying to find a scent, but it was hard seeing that there had just been a lot of people going in and out, there were hundreds of different scents. He growled in frustration but continued to smell anyways, at least he could catalog all the smells, hopefully they would be useful.

He had inspected the whole crime scene and was now walking out of the warehouse. He looked around for Lilith Clay. She was talking to a young woman that was showing her some pictures and files. He went behind her and cleared his throat. She turned around in surprise and smiled when she saw Beast Boy's green face.

"Did you find what you needed?" she question expectantly.

He smiled at her "More or less" he chuckled

She looked at him comprehensibly "If you need anything don't be afraid to call me at the office. Here's my number" she handed him a card "If I'm not there just leave a message."

He gleamed and took the card gratefully. "Thank you very much." He tried to sound professional but couldn't hold back his excitement in his voice.

"I know you can do whatever it is that Nightwing sent you to do or else he wouldn't have sent you. He has faith in you and so do I." She smiled and shook his hand.

He gave her a wide smile. He was ecstatic that someone actually had some faith in him, that believed in him. He wasn't going to let himself be the butt of all stupidity jokes anymore, he wasn't stupid and he was going to prove it.

Seeing that his work was done he took to the skies again, this time heading to Franklin's apartment.

Beast Boy landed gently on the beige carpet assuming his human form. He looked around, it was a very nice apartment in the middle of downtown, it looked pretty expensive. The room was big and spacious, a fireplace on one wall and a large window on the opposite side overlooking the city and a 65 inch plasma TV. The couches were black leather, which Beast Boy cringed at giving them a dirty look, the coffee table was made of black Italian marble. The rug was a beautiful Persian rug with an intricate beehive design all around it. On one of the end tables he had a picture of him and Starfire. He look above the fireplace and saw pictures of people, some were women some were men.

"He must have put these up to make people think that they were his family." Beast Boy thought to himself as he studied their faces. He stopped in front of one and picked it up. It was a picture of a woman but she looked so familiar, she had blond hair with a couple of pink streaks in her hair, her eyes were blue but they contained a sense of familiarity, he had seen this woman before he just wasn't sure where. He set the picture back on the mantel and continued his inspection. He walked through the rest of the very spacious apartment. The kitchen had very shiny and expensive appliances, the counters were made of the same black Italian marble the coffee table was made of and the cabinets of finely crafted mahogany wood. His room had a large plasma TV. His bed was a large king sized bed decorated with forest green Egyptian cotton sheets.

As he walked back to the living room he couldn't help but think of how expensive living in this apartment was with everything in it. Franklin may be working at the bank but he didn't own the bank and his salary definitely didn't cover all of his expenses. He looked at his watch. It was already three in the afternoon and his stomach was already voicing its need for food so he headed back to the tower.


I hope that this chapter is satisfactory and notice I still haven't dressed Starfire, I wonder how long I can keep her naked? lol OMG! I saw GO! THEY KISSED YAY! but it wasn't what i expected there was no love behind it but still THEY KISSED! I'm so happy!

I'll try super hard to update sooner. I hope that you all had a great holiday season and a fantastic New Year's! Please review that's all I want for Christmas!

Much love,

Josy