Carmen AU

By: FuanhoMisaki

(A/N: I own nothing and read last chapter)

"Stand down Tatyanna!" Ivy ordered as she approached the drunk Russian who was laughing loudly as she beat on anyone who dared approach her.

"Make me!" Tatyanna called with a laugh as she tossed Armando into a table when he tried to hold her down with his lasso.

"Tatyanna! Stand. Down." Ivy ordered slowly and her voice was surprisingly stern and commanding as she stood behind the Russian blond.

"Fuck you!" Tatyanna roared as she spun around, her fist in mid-swing. Ivy calmly batted the fist to the side without looking bothered and the second fist was caught effortlessly in Ivy's free hand. Ivy pushed her back a little bit and released the fist in her hand as she surveyed her younger co-worker.

"You are drunk Tatyanna. I suggest you stand down while you are still standing." Ivy said her voice cold and authoritative as she glared down the smaller woman who snarled at her.

"I obey no one!" Tatyanna roared as she lunged at Ivy again, only this time Ivy had grabbed her by the front of her tank top and lifted her up, bodily throwing the girl over her head and onto the ground behind her.

"You need to sleep now Tatyanna. Calm down." Ivy said unapologetic as she turned to face the blond again as the girl staggered to her feet. With a wordless yell the blond charged at Ivy again, this time with one of the knives from the table in her hand.

"Karishma!" Carmen yelped worried for her wife despite knowing full well how many blackbelts her wife had to her name.

"Don't worry. I've got this." Ivy said unbothered as she batted Tatyanna's knife hand out to the side, one hand shooting out to grab the girls jaw as she flipped the girl onto her back with the knife falling out of Tatyanna's hand and into Ivy's.

Before anyone could register it happening Ivy was nearly on top of Tatyanna with the knife just an inch above the blonds neck.

"Stand. Down. Tatyanna." Ivy enunciated slowly and clearly as she stared into the Russians eyes, her own eyes cold and calm from behind the knife.

"Sorry about that. I warned you that she gets violent when she's drunk, I suppose I should have warned you that she's a light-weight." Ivy said standing back up and casually throwing the knife so that it clattered harmlessly onto the table Tatyanna had stolen it from.

"Rawrgh!" Tatyanna let out a wordless scream of drunken rage as she jumped up and launched herself at Ivy from behind.

Ivy reacted with surprising speed and flexibility considering the dress she was wearing.

"You are on very shaky ground comrade. I suggest you cease your actions and settle down." Ivy said in a believable Russian accent as she had Tatyanna in a headlock, one arm across the younger womans throat and the other held up in a firm grip as the blond scratched at the arms.

"Comrade!" Ivy barked making Tatyanna freeze at the believable Russian voice that was in a stern almost military tone.

"Calm. Down." Ivy ordered lowly as Tatyanna slowly fizzled out and went limp in Ivy's hold.

"Sit. Follow orders." Ivy said her voice still low and commanding, making Carmen shiver a bit, as she slowly released the blond who sat in the nearest chair.

"Jasmine. I'm putting you on Tatyanna duty." Ivy said her stern look never wavering from the now submissive and obedient blond.

"You got it." Jasmine said nodding and moving over to sit beside Tatyanna.

"Commanding officer. She gives orders, you follow." Ivy ordered in Russian as she pointed at Jasmine, making Tatyanna nod meekly under the stern look she was getting.

"You speak Russian?" Pearl asked surprised as Ivy walked back over to Carmen with all the grace and sway as a panther walking towards its mate…or a meal.

"I speak a lot of languages. I'm just not fluent in any. Zack is the linguist genius. Most of the stuff I know is cuss words." Ivy said with a grin as she reclaimed her seat in Carmens lap, the criminal mastermind wrapping her arms around her wife in a heartbeat.

"You being all commanding is incredibly hot…so is you speaking another language." Carmen whispered to her wife who smirked slightly and leaned up to kiss Carmen's cheek.

"If you're good then I might speak several languages for you on our honeymoon." Ivy said earning wide eyes from Carmen before the Hispanic-American woman nodded so fast her braid nearly came undone.
"But your accent?" Pearl looked startled as she stared at the red head who smirked.

"I can't speak much of other languages…but I can mimic most accents to a 'T'." Ivy said her voice slipping through seven different distinct accents during the course of the sentence.

"Oi! No copying me!" Sara cried when she heard an accent just like hers fall from the red heads mouth. Ivy just raised an eyebrow at the drunk scientist.

"Call a cop." Ivy said completely unbothered as she snuggled closer to Carmen. Sara let out a few slurred curses towards her in another language and Ivy just smirked.

More than a few people who understood parts of what she was saying began blushing as Ivy began cursing the scientist out in return, only in at least six different languages instead of one.

"Like I said. If you hear me speaking another language then odds are ten to one that I'm cursing." Ivy said smugly as she felt how tense Carmen was at hearing the rapid fire foreign curses fall from her wife's lips.

"I have so many questions for you but right now I think I just want to steal you off for our honeymoon." Carmen said staring at her wife who smiled sarcastically.

"I'm Karishma Sandiego…I am ACME's top detective and agent because I am the one sent after terrorists and other dangerous criminals. One of the reasons I was surprised and confused when I was suddenly being put on your case, I'm more used to people trying to kill me not dare me to catch them." Ivy said earning a shocked look from Carmen.

"So when you said you could stare down a Mafia full of guns aimed at you…" Carmen whispered earning a nod from Ivy.

"Wouldn't be the first time, won't be the last. Most of the time when I'm not chasing you or taking care of Zack… I'm being sent after the more dangerous criminals in the world. Where else did you think most of my scars came from?" Ivy asked her hand dropping to trace a barely visible scar on her neck that was usually hidden under her choker.

"I didn't think to ask when I first saw them, I was a bit busy. I didn't want to ask afterwards because I trusted that you'd tell me whenever you were ready." Carmen said her fingers tracing over where she knew several scars were hidden by the dress.

"I was just waiting for you to ask…I can tell you about each and every one of them later if you don't mind the fact that my body looks like a patchwork quilt." Ivy said looking a bit nervous as she glanced up at Carmen.

Carmen just smiled and kissed her wife's head as she traced a scar or two.

Her words were soft and sweet as they tickled Ivy's ear, being meant just for her wife to hear.

"I'll listen and kiss every one of them. Why would I mind your scars when you don't mind mine?"