Justice

They're dead, they're so dead. They all know it too. Her patience thins with every tap her shoe commit against the kitchen floor; and not-so-blue-looking eyes searing holes in their faces. Crossing her arms, Misty looks down at her suspects, sitting side by side in their chairs, heads bowed low. They say nothing.

"So, that's how it's gonna be, huh?" Her voice breaks the silence, and catches the middle one in a nervous twitch. "Well then, that's too bad because now we have to do this the hard way." The three boys refuse her empty threats, or what they pray are empty threats.

"Last chance," she says lightly, hoping she doesn't get an answer. It's more fun this way. After an appropriate pause, Misty grins and slowly circles the boys stuck in their chairs. She pans to a white rectangular box on the table, once filled with delicious chocolate truffles. The top is carelessly strewn aside; thin wrappers cast everywhere with no attempt to cover up such an atrocity. "I couldn't have been away for a few minutes, and I come back to find my expensive box of German chocolates gone... eaten... just like that." She snaps her fingers at the end, causing a simultaneous flinch.

"Now I'm not mad," she says in a dangerously calm manner. "I just want to know who did it. Justice will be served."

They don't take the bait. They're smarter than that. Then, suddenly her face breaks into a subdued rage from its previous calmness. There isn't much difference between the two but the three on trial feel its effects.

Misty's stare lands on the boy to the right, shaking in his seat. "Let's start with you, Tracey."

The Pokemon Watcher gulps at the mention of his name. "Now, I've never known you for much of a sweet tooth. To tell you the truth, I don't even think you did it. But... I do think you know who did it." A smile pries her lips open. "Now be a good little watcher and tell me who it is."

Tracey's mouth hangs in the first word.

"No, don't--"

"Quiet, Brock!" Misty overrules his outburst. "Well, Tracey?"

"I... I... don't know," he finally says.

"Playing dumb, huh? Fair enough." Her circuit continues and she ends at the boy to the far left. Her face creeps over his shoulder. "Ah, Brock my old friend," she whispers sweetly in his ear. "You're a different story. You're kind, thoughtful and caring... the perfect front for a thief. You know how much I've been looking forward to eating those chocolates. But, I also know how badly you want them for yourself, just so you can get their recipe."

"You're wrong." His eyes pin forward. "I didn't do it. No one did. We were all just sitting in the living room watching the movie. It's the truth."

"I see," she agrees in a voice that's not in the least bit sympathetic. Misty completes her circle and ends in his path. "Show me your hands."

"Huh?"

"Your hands. Open them."

After some hesitation, Brock finally complies and shows the face of his hands. Misty tilts forward and scans each palm individually. They're clean unfortunately, with no trace of chocolate residue. That's two down... just one more to go.

Misty slides an inch to her right with a growing smile. "So... I guess that leaves you." The middle boy tucks his eyes under the bill of his hat and remains as still as possible. "Sorry," Misty flicks up his cap. "Not gonna work. Not this time. I should have known it was you. How could it not be you."

His face remains unreadable, as rigid as can be.

"Why don't you tell me what you were doing when I went upstairs."

He refuses to speak and locks his eyes unblinkingly with hers. After a moment in limbo, Misty straightens with a sigh. This kid's starting to learn! He's not suppose to do that! Her interrogation methods are starting to run thin. There has to be a way to catch him in the lie.

"Smile." All three cock their head to the side, even though the command is only directed at him. "You heard me."

Nothing but silence.

Misty frowns. He must know where she's going with this, he has to. How else would a blockhead like him be able to outsmart her? If showing his teeth won't reveal his guiltiness, then she just has to improvise. Guess there's only one thing left to do.

"Fine." Her hands reach his jeans, just above the knee and start to creep up his thighs. A narrow slice of air is all that separates them, and Misty can feel his hot breath against her face through the small opening of his mouth. Her tongue runs across her own, making them shiny and damp. She tilts her head and slivers her tongue pass his lips. A dizzying array of milk chocolate fills her mouth. A delectable mixture of fudge, caramel, toffee, marshmallow and nougats laps in her senses as she sucks out what's left of the evidence. She moans slightly, and surprisingly so does he.

Misty slowly pulls away, just enough to catch the guilt in his eyes; but a gratifying smile eludes her. She found the culprit, but for some reason can't come up with a proper punishment. All she can think of is how tingly her mouth feels, and how delicious chocolate tastes off his lips.

Justice is served.

I realized my challenge had a lack of kissing. Fixed. Don't forget to review! :)