DISCLAIMER: I wish I owned the GW characters, but I don't. This is purely for entertainment.
Summary: Heero Yuy, P.I. spots someone when working on a case and finds himself obsessed. AU, former 1xR, currently none may change in the future.
Authors Note: I haven't given up on Brothers if your worried about that. Just that I came up with this in a dream and those kinds of stories are often more detailed for me lol. I actually know more about this story then Brothers at the moment. It's a funny thing how it works out lol. Anyway, R&R and enjoy!
Chapter Ten
Quatre Winner, heir to the Winner fortune, opened his eyes slowly. He brought a hand up to block out some of the light from the fixture on the ceiling and sat up.
"If your going to be sick, the bathroom's through there." A voice told him. Quatre squinted at the room he was in. There were two doors, one appear to lead to the bathroom. The other looked to be made of solid wood and had no handle. Leaning against the wall behind him, he let his eyes come to rest on the stranger who had addressed him.
Sitting across the room from him, she was a young, Asian woman with shoulder length hair pulled into a messy pony tail. She watched him with a weary look, clearly unsure of what the make of him. Quatre just tried to smile and continued to survey the room. He frowned at what he saw next.
On the only bed in the room was a girl no more then seven years old. She was sleeping or passed out, Quatre couldn't tell.
"I think they're keeping her drugged. Honestly it's probably best for her at the moment." The woman said.
Quatre nodded and tried to stand. His head spun and for a moment he thought he might need to find a way to make it to the bathroom. His knees only held for couple of seconds though, and when he sunk back to the floor he felt somewhat better.
"I also think they gave her something different from what they gave you." Again Quatre looked up at the young woman. "I'm Meilan Chang," she said. Though the introduction sounded chipper, her face was emotionless and her eyes never lost their sharp look.
"Quatre Winner," he replied, leaning back against the wall but keeping his eyes on Meilan. He was surprised when she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Winner?!" it was more of a statement then anything else and had an angry edge to it that put the sharp look in her eyes to shame. "Your dad's the reason we're here!"
Quatre sat up. "What? My father? Why would he have anything to do with this?" He asked, shocked and a little angry that this woman would accuse his father of anything that required drugging people.
A small moan from the bed drew both their attentions before Meilan could answer the question. Slowly, the girl on the bed pushed her self up. She paled considerably and in a matter of seconds Meilan was up and half carrying her toward the one door that was open.
Quatre leaned back against the wall again, trying to block out the unpleasant sounds from the bathroom while trying to figure out what would make the woman accuse his father. As far as he knew, his father would never do anything that would intentionally harm anyone. He even taught all of his children that your worst enemy should be treated with kindness. At the sound of the tap running the bathroom and Meilan's voice as she tried to sooth the girl, he had a thought.
Her name's Chang? He thought to himself. The same as one of the private investigators my father hired. He wasn't a fool, he knew Chang was one of the more popular Chinese family names, but he wasn't foolish enough to think it was a coincidence either. If she was somehow related to Wufei Chang, then he knew who was really behind the kidnapping.
While he wasn't part of the inner circle that his father confided in, Mr. Winner had revealed enough information that Quatre knew he had hired the investigators and the person being investigated stood to loose quite a bit, freedom included, if what was suspected was in fact true.
That would mean, by process of elimination, the girl is connected to Heero Yuy. Quatre thought. He wasn't quite sure yet how that helped their situation, but at least it was something. At least that's what he told himself.
Quatre stood again, forcing himself to stay standing. He took deep breaths to calm his stomach. He headed over to the door that no doubt led to the rest of the building they were in. First thing he noticed was that the door had originally had a door handle on the inside, but someone had removed it and covered the hole with a bit of metal and then painted it all to match the colour of the door.
Next he noticed something odd, the door appeared to be installed backwards. The hinges weren't visible and the door jam covered the seam between the wall and the door. Putting an hand on the door, he pushed. The door didn't even jiggle. Next he used both hands, and got the same result.
"It's no use, I even tried to kick the damned thing down and it didn't budge. I think there's something blocking it on the other side." Meilan said. She was seated on the bed with the girl laying down next to her.
Quatre took a step back, and sure enough he noticed scuffs just below waist height. Meilan had indeed attempted to kick the door down. With a sigh, Quatre turned and crossed the room again, sitting against the wall next to the bed.
"Are you feeling a little better?" Quatre asked the girl. Silently she nodded just enough to be visible. Quatre smile. "My name is Quatre," he said holding out a hand. The girl eyed it for a moment.
"Aliana," she said quietly taking his hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Aliana." Quatre said honestly giving her what he knew was comforting smile. Sure enough she smiled back ever so slightly. Next he turned to Meilan.
"You're related to Wufei Chang right?" He asked. A startled look crossed her face for a moment before she nodded.
"Yes, he's my husband." She said. Quatre nodded and turned to Aliana.
"Aliana, do you know a Heero Yuy?" he asked. Aliana stared at him for a moment.
"No, why?" She asked.
"No reason, just... I was just thinking that's all." He smiled again. He tried not to let on the fact that he hadn't expected the answer, but Meilan was not being particularly inconspicuous about the fact that she was once again giving him a look that should for all intents and purposes strip him naked and reveal all of his secrets.
Quatre lost himself in thought. Why would they take Aliana if she had no connection to Heero. It was clear that Meilan was here because her husband was working on the investigation. He was here himself because his father had ordered the investigation and would be the one making the final decision on what to do with the information acquired. But why Aliana? She either has something to do with Heero and doesn't know it, or they are trying to throw us off the trail. But that second one doesn't make much sense.
Closing his eyes, Quatre rubbed his face. Having some music right now would help. Music always helped him think. Not that it mattered much. With no way out of the room, none of them could do much of anything to help the situation inside or outside the room. Looking around the room again, Quatre clenched his hands into fists.
He hated being locked up.
He hated being helpless.
And right now he was both.
TBC
A/N: Summer break, look for more regular updates of this and my other stories. I also have some others listed in my profile that I hope to work on in the next four months as well as some original work. Also, I promise Meilan will at some point in the future have her hair in something other then a messy pony tail. :)