He was draped across her bed as she made breakfast, looking over the documents that she'd given him last night. Right after she gave them to him, he'd ran to a nearby safe house and made copies so that she could have them back. Missing originals would be dangerous after all. He'd not seen the papers till now though.
"Are you sure about these numbers?" he called into the kitchenette of her small studio apartment.
"Should be. If it's on there then that's the most accurate thing we have."
He sighed, sitting the papers to the side as he sat up, rubbing his tired eyes. "I don't know how they even have all this," Zuko mumbled, getting off the bed and going to join Suki, sitting at the counter. "I thought you said it was just the one guy."
She checked on the rice that was being made. "It is. He can't even get backing from the station chief for the investigation."
"How's he know so much then?"
She shrugged, dishing out some of the rice into bowls before adding a cracked egg to each one. "I have no idea how he has all of this. I don't think he has a life to be honest."
Her chuckle didn't make him feel better, in fact there was a bit of a sinking feeling in his stomach. "It worries me that he knows all that. I mean they even have my address."
"And your sister's."
"So why aren't they pounding down the door already? Why don't they arrest us? All of us."
"For what? As far as they can prove you're an unemployed man in his 30's."
"But he has all those figures."
"Yeah, but it's all his own speculation. It's tax records and hours of Google searches. Nothing was gotten with a warrant, nothing would hold up in court, and nothing would lead to your arrest." She had dished up their food, cracking an egg over the rice before handing it to him. "You have nothing to worry about, he won't even get close to you. I'll make sure of it." There was a dark edge to his voice, which he'd be lying if he said he didn't love it.
"I believe you." He grinned, eating his breakfast.