A/N: So here's Kim & Nick. I wasn't sure on how I what I gonna do 'bout this chapter, after all, I'm kinda just winging it. I kinda know what I here I know where I want to go with this story but, overall it's winging it. So if it sucks, I aoplogize. Reviews area really appreciated, but no pressure. lol.

Chapter 11

8:43. Nick looks from his watch and walk inside the bar. The same exact bar he walked inside two week before with Scotty. When he walked in, he expected to see her at what he assumed to be her usual table in the middle of the bar with her firefighter friends. Expected to see the spiked hair before anything, but all he saw were other customers, not one firefighter, until…

"Detective Vera." That voice was becoming too familiar, whether it was the fact that it's been randomly on his mind lately, or the fact that he just heard it this morning, he didn't know. But when he turned around towards the door, first he saw was the spiked hair.

He didn't know why, but there was just something about the spiked hair. He looks down, since he's almost over a foot taller than occupant, and sees the grin that's placed on her face, he couldn't help but to place one on his as well.

Remember why you're here. She said case. He removes his grins tries to respond as professional as possible. "Ms. Miller. So what about the case do you want to know?"

Kim rolls her eyes and looks past Nick, scanning the back of the bar and looks back at Nick. "Follow me." She grabs his hand and leads him to the back, where a booth was available, signaling the bartender for two beers. They booth sit across from each other. Silence take over the table as the waiter places the beers in front of them, a Miller Lite and a Bud Light. Nick glances over at Kim, who's playing with her spiked hair and looking away from him. There was something about the way she did it, he just didn't know what. Then he realized that was what she was doing when he and Kat first interrogated her. He glances away, feeling slight guilty.

Don't feel guilty, you were doing your job. She was a serious suspect for a murder, for crying at loud. "So what do you want to know about the case?"

Kim looks up at him and drops her hand. "You really believe that called you here about the case?" Nick was speechless. He opened his mouth, but nothing would come out so he just closed it again. "I called you here 'cause, I just wanted to talk."

Nick cocks his eyebrow. "You tryna get a date out of this kid?"

Kim smirks with the rolling of her eyes. "First off, I'm twenty-nine years old, my years of childhood are long gone. And second, what makes you think you're my type? Some large, white, homicide detective, who's in their 40's?" Again, Nick becomes speechless with a bruise to his ego. Noticing the look on his face, her smirk becomes a smile while taking a sip of her beer. "You know you really are cute, even cuter when you pout." Nick's face relaxes a little. "Look, I just wanted to talk. I could use the extra friend."

Extra friend? "From what I've seen, you got plenty of friends." Nick responds, remembering seeing her hanging out with a few co-workers weeks ago.

Kim shrugs with a sigh. "They're good drinking buddies, but they don't know the real me." She starts playing with her hair again for a moment before speaking again. "So I have to ask you, as a detective, what is you perception of me?"

The question catches him off guard, but he doesn't let her see it. Why does she my opinion? "Well, I think you possibly had a rough childhood. Steered into the wrong direction. But you got yourself on track."

Kim rolls her eyes, her mood's been taking down. "Yeah, no help from that damn sister of mine. Wasn't exactly the best influence."

Hearing harsh negativity against Kat almost put him in an automatic defense mode, but he quickly decides against saying anything about it. Afterall, he didn't who Kat Miller was when she was younger. But he couldn't help but become nosey. "So what bad influence did she have?"

Kim glares towards him, a glare that freaked him out because it looks so much like Kat. "None of your damn business."

Oh yeah, they're definitely related. "Hey, you're the one who wanted to talk, and being that you're the one who brought her up, I'm taking it as an open invitation." He wasn't going to let Little Miller intimidate him, he wasn't backing down. "So spill."

Kim gets taking back a little, not expecting him to respond with such force. "You want to talk? Fine, I'll tell you something, and I'll spin it for you quick. My sister, that precious friend of yours, she ended up getting us into something that we both couldn't handle."

Philadelphia 1990

Two weeks has passed. Two weeks since the Miller sister got jumped by the five Wasps. Two weeks since the three mystery boys came and save from a hell of a lot more stinging than they've already received. It's been two weeks and not person has bothered them. Even the kids that harassed Kat at school didn't even bother her, they just looked and stared. On their way home from the store that day, they went towards their apartment complex, hoping not to see the Wasps again. They stepped around the corner. Clear. As they begin walking towards the building, they're stop by a sudden voice behind them.

"Hey baby gurl."

Kimmy was ready to take off without even looking, but apparently there was about the voice made her sister Kat stop. They both turned around to see that it was the three guys that saved them two weeks ago. The one that spoke was the same guy that spoke last time, the one who stopped the ass kicking. She glanced over to her sister to see that she was slightly nervous.

"Hi." Was all Kat could say, so Kimmy took that as her cue to step in.

"What do you want? We have somewhere to be." Kim glares at the guy, not sure whether to trust him just yet. This guy might want something.

The guy puts his hands up in a defense. "Hey, I was just making sure everything's been goin' good. Havin' any trouble with anybody?"

Kat shakes her head. "No, we've been fine."

The guy slowly grins as he drops his hands. "Good. Now if you need any trouble, just call." He pauses for a moment as if he was thinking. "Or better yet, just stick with and I can guarantee your safety."

Kat glances down at Kim, wondering if she knew what he was talking about. Kim only shrugs, and Kat turns back to the guy. "Why are you helpin' us? You owe someone a favor or somethin'?"

The guy shrugs his shoulders. "Nah, I just figured you need my help. I heard 'bout two. Heard 'bout your father too. Don't think it's fair that the neighborhood takes it out on your guys. So I'm hopin' I can stop all that. I'm pretty sure you're getting sick of people callin' you Kitty Kat, aren't you baby gurl."

Kim looks up at Kat, they both knew that what he was sayin' to her was somewhat true. Kat hated that nickname. It made her sound afraid, even worse, weak.

Kat speaks looking the guy dead into his hazel eyes. "What do we need to do?"

The guy stares back down at her looking past her glasses into her eyes. "Just stick with us baby gurl, and nobody's gonna mess witcha."

Kat again looks down at her sister. Kim didn't know why she was looking at her, but she knew that her sister needed some protection, and the deep, powerful, confident vibe she was getting from her almost frightened her, but then her eyes softened a moment later and she was the Kat that she knew again. Kat looks back at the guy. "We'll be right back out."

They both turn to walk off. Kim whispers to Kat. "Are you sure 'bout these guys?"

Kat sighs before whispering back. "As much as it pains me to say this, we can't fight alone." They continue walking until the guy's smooth low voice stop Kat again.

"By the way, my name is Jones. Jarrod Jones." The say with a dazzling smile and Kat couldn't help but stare for a moment, before walking off with Kim again.

Nick stares at Nick with disbelief. "So you mean to tell me, that Kat already knew Jarrod Jones before her undercover days?"

Kim shrugs her shoulders before taking a sip of her beer. "Jarrod Jones was a friend of ours. Well to Kat, it was her first love. Eighteen year old messing with a fifteen year old? He left a year later and when they saw each other again back in '96, he didn't know she was an undercover cop." She finishes off her beer. She kind of felt guilty about putting Kat business out there, but brushed it off. "She was so stuck on that guy's looks and the desperation of needing help, she didn't take the time to see how it would affect us in the long run, especially not me." She pauses for a moment, thinking. "They weren't just protection, we were a group, becoming like our own little family. We spent all day together but they weren't exactly the positive influence that we needed. Spent our time roaming the streets, drinking, getting high, and making names for ourselves. Baby Gurl and Lil Miller. No longer Kitty Kat and Lil Kimmy." She thinks so more, on how she hates the name. "She turned out fine when she left. Me? Got so stuck with the group and took my badass image to new heights."

Nick stares and nods, taking everything. "But you turned out fine, it just took more time 'cause you were younger."

Kim chuckles. "To me, being bad can be an addiction, every hard habit to break." A waiter hands her another Miller Lite and she takes a fresh sip. "Believe me, being bad, feels so good."

Nick smirks. I expected this girl to be interesting, but she's just… wow. She's like Kat, but then again she not. Easier to open up, if it has anything to do with Kat. He realizes that soon as you get this girl talking about Kat, she's easy to break, even if there's resentment and anger behind her words. Not wanting to push her further, he decides to change the subject. He looks over behind her and smiles. "So, do you play darts?"

A grin slowly forms on her face once again. "I'm pretty kickass in it actually."

Nick chuckles. "Not if you play like your sister." Truth to the matter was that Kat was really good at darts. Vera's only beaten her twice, and one of the times she was sick with a cold.

Kim leans over to table, with a seductive smile, so close to his face, that if she move just an inch closer, he'd able to taste that Miller Lite that was still on her tongue. "I never miss."