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Chapter 11

Both of them weaving their way through the crowds as quickly as possible. As she was much smaller than him, she had the lead. Or maybe she was just more nimble, but either way, Anakin doubted the assassin would escape with both of them on his tail.

Obi smoothly slipped through a line of people stretched across their path with relative ease following the creature they were chasing. Anakin was not so lucky. He tried to imitate Obi, but at that moment the line of impatient people waiting anxiously to get into one of the hottest night clubs on Coruscant shifted forward, eliminating the space where the other two had easily slipped through.

The blaring music drowned out Anakin's curse as he skidded to a stop and tried to shove his way through the massive crowd. One of the larger male creatures angrily retaliated by shoving him backwards. He stumbled backwards, catching himself before he hit the ground. Normally he would angrily go back to fight some more, but not when he was worried about Obi. Anakin knew he could easily knock him flat on his back with the force, even though he was twice as big as him, but not now, not when he was anxious to catch up to Obi.

So instead, he turned and began to fight his way through a different segment of the crowd. When he had finally managed his way through the mass of people, he searched the street for the assassin and Obi. But they were gone.

Panic rose up in him instantly. He fought to control his breathing and calm himself, but the recent memory of their conversation kept coming back full force and slamming him upside the head.

'Anakin! Let me go!"

Then the horrid realization. Over and over again. The dream came back full force. In more vivid detail than he had ever been to remember it before.

"Ani, You have to let me go."

"No," He sobbed trying to keep his voice from shaking, but failing. "I can't do that. You know I can't. You know I won't."

Her face was pale and sweaty. Her voice shook, but not from sadness or fear. "You have to. You know that."

He clutched her closer. Pulling her shaking body onto his lap. He stroked her damp hair. He could feel the tears starting down his face but he didn't care anymore. All that mattered was the girl in front of him.

"I don't think I can go on. Not-" He pulled in a shaky breath. "Not with out you. I'm not strong enough for that."

She reached up and put her hand on his cheek. "Yes." Her voice was stronger than it had been a minute ago. She was determined that he would understand this. "Yes, you are. Never doubt that.-"

NO! He pulled his mind out of the memory of the dream. Now was not the time or place. This vision was not going to take place tonight. Not if he had anything to say about it.

He scanned the street, with the new determination in his mind and soul, making him calmer. This time he could feel it. A faint force echo. It was Obi's force signature, very faint as she had just dashed through. But it was there.

Tuned into her presence, he sprinted down the road, following her force trail.

As he ran, he thought back to earlier that night. He was sure his heart had missed a beat when Obi had flung herself out the window. What had she been thinking? They were thousands of feet up. The more rational part of him was telling him that she was a Jedi, and therefore perfectly capable of handling herself, but the other part of him that was still focused on the dream-vision could only see her broken body laying at the base of 500 Republica.

Part of him admired her Jedi-like audacity, and then he was also cussing her out for scaring the living daylights out of him. Her passion and courage was very attractive, but he wished she would show it in ways that wouldn't give him heart attacks.

Although, she did seem to know what she was doing when he had finally found her in the evening traffic. She hadn't appreciated his driving, but he figured it helped them catch up to the assassin and payed her back for her outrageous stunt with the window.

He rounded a corner and was immensely relieved to see that he wasn't as far behind her as he thought he might be.

Anakin dashed up and gently brushed her arm, not grabbing her, afraid of repeating the scene of earlier that night. She turned to him and nodded to the night club. "He went in there."

"Well, then lets go." Anakin said confidently, his relief at finding her alive, albeit a bit annoyed, but fine in every other way, had reassured him that they were going to catch this assassin and the mission was going to end perfectly well.

As they entered the club. Lights flashed, music blared, and dozens of people danced, talked, and drank around them. Anakin felt his confidence slip slightly. How were they supposed to find him in this mess?

"Let's split up, and be careful, it's a Changeling." She murmured next to him. He didn't necessarily feel completely comfortable with it, but he knew it was what they had to do to catch him, so he nodded his agreement, and headed towards the back of the club. She turned towards the bar, easily maneuvering between people. Her blue eyes glittered as she scanned the crowd for the assassin.

He fingered his saber and glanced at a few of the dimly lit tables and the preoccupied couples sitting there. A few glanced at him, but most just ignored everything around them. None of them looked familiar. He wished he could remember exactly what the assassin looked like, but he hadn't got an extremely good look, besides, half his mind was on something else.

He glance over his shoulder, back to Obi. She was standing at the bar, a drink in front of her. His annoyance flared as a tall human with a definite swing to his steps walked over to her. Even from the other side of the room, it was obvious that he was drunk and hitting on her. She ignored him and continued to scan the surrounding, ever-changing crowd near the door. Personally, he would have liked nothing better than to go over there and teach him a lesson in what was what, but he didn't think Obi would appreciate it, especially when they were supposed to be working.

Oh, yeah. The assassin. Biting the inside of his cheek in annoyance and frustration he turned back to the dance floor and began to weave his way through the crowd.

After all, he was supposed to be working towards being a knight. Wasn't this mission supposed to test how far he was from taking his trials. So far, it didn't seem that he was doing to well. Any respectable, accomplished, or even effective knight would know better than to let his personal feelings and concerns get in the way. If he was to prove he could handle being a young knight, this was his chance, if he didn't, he would be stuck as an apprentice until he was in his late twenties, or until the council decided he could handle not botching a mission on his own. (And knowing certain council members, that could be a long time.) Although, there really was nothing wrong with that, he still wanted to be knighted as soon as possible, to prove his worth. Even though he knew he probably shouldn't feel that way.

After a moment he determined that the assassin wasn't in this particular group, only half-drunk civilians looking for a good-time.

His anxiety and something he was hesitant to name jealousy pressed him to check back at how Obi was holding up. He glanced over just in time to see her give the man a look. It was a look that would make any sane man back off instantly, however this man was very drunk and it didn't seem to have the full effect. But he could tell that the man was thrown off guard and he stopped speaking in surprise for a moment. The confusion on the man's face amused Anakin.

Fully convinced that Obi could handle anything that drunken decided to throw at her, he turned his attention back to the people surrounding him.

There was a hallway to the back rooms of the club. A staircase going up to the roof, but something was telling him that the assassin had not gone in either of those directions. He glanced over a few more groups of people. Humans, old and young, aliens of every species that Anakin had ever heard of, plus many he hadn't. It was extremely disconcerting, especially know the assassin could be any of them. He was sure that he was surrounded by dozens of criminals, but through the force, he was certain that the one he was looking for was not here.

He sighed. Maybe it was time to go back to Obi, see what she thought. Suddenly he heard the unmistakable sound of a lightsaber hissing to life, and several screams.

For the second time that night, Anakin's heart felt like it had skipped a beat. Ignoring the alarmed cries around him, he pulled out his saber igniting the blue blade and ran towards where Obi had been standing moments before.

He sighed in relief when the crowd parted to let him through, (Light sabers were always fairly effective for parting crowds) and he saw Obi standing over a figure, with her blue blade ignited, that was most certainly the assassin.

He walked forward glancing down at the assassin, who was injured, then around at the crowd that had gathered. "Jedi business, Go back to your drinks." Most didn't hesitate to follow his orders.

Obi grabbed the assassin's arms and with surprising strength for someone her size, although Anakin knew she was using the force, hauled the criminal up to its feet and dragged it out to the street.

Anakin made to follow her, but stopped at one of the more amusing sites he had seen in a while. The man who had been drunkenly hitting on Obi earlier had fallen over backwards, Anakin assumed from the startling experience of having the girl you were hitting on suddenly become a Jedi and pull out her weapon. He was covered in his and several other drinks, shaking his head. The shock seemed to have pulled him back to an unwilling sobriety.

Anakin took a step towards him. The man seemed to sense Anakin looking at him. He looked up at the Jedi padawan in slight fear. Anakin then graced him with a look that he hoped conveyed everything he had wanted to inform the man of earlier. From the look in his eyes, Anakin knew that the man understood the message. Stay away from her. Don't ever come near her again, or you will regret it.

Feeling far more satisfied than he, as a Jedi, should, he followed Obi out onto the street.

She hadn't gone far. She was leaning over the assassin, gripping its clothes in her hands. A look of frustration on her face. He walked over to her.

"Who hired you?" She spoke evenly, an intensity in her eyes. But before the assassin could answer, a dart flew out of nowhere and hit the assassin in the chest. The effect was instantaneous. The assassin gasped then died, falling over backwards. In alarm Anakin jumped in front of Obi. There had been absolutely no warning from the force, and that had been far to close to her for his comfort. They both spotted the figure on the speeder racing away into the Coruscaunti night.

Obi bit her lip and glanced up at him in annoyance. He grinned sheepishly and quickly moved away from the close protective stance he had taken over her. She ran her hand through her hair and sighed. She leaned down and pulled the dart out of the assassins's chest, rolling it around in her hand examining it.

Anakin glanced up at the sky again. The mysterious figure had completely disappeared by now. Silently he pondered if it was at all good for his heart to be working so closely with Obi on such dangerous missions.

AN: Hey, here it is! I had a very good time writing this chapter. Sorry it took so long. My life is absolutely crazy, and I knew if I didn't get it done tonight, I wouldn't get it done for about a week. I hope you like it!

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