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Something's Going On

Dick came out of the studio's bathroom to see Rachael sitting on a bench. She was staring at the projected image of a manuscript on the wall. She looked bored and irritated while slouching forward and tapping her fingers on her cheek.

He traipsed to the back of her and tapped her shoulder, causing her to look up and her hat to fall. He caught the black, Panama hat before it touched the ground and placed it on his head.

"Nice hat," she said in a monotone voice.

"Thanks, but I think that it looks better on you." He turned to the mirror behind them. The hat looked nice on him. It matched the cerise pink, Henley shirt and black jeans that he wore.

He turned back around and placed the hat back on the original owner's head. While it looked nice on him. It fitted her better. The hat complemented her outfit, which consisted of a gray, midriff shirt that showed her lower belly; black shorts that stopped on her upper thigh and looked great on her butt; long, black socks that ran from her feet to mid-thigh; and black, Crofoot boots that stop at her ankles.

"You're not enjoying the exhibit?" He asked, sitting on the bench next to her with his feet facing the opposite direction of hers.

"They're all fake. All the manuscripts and so-call spell books are fake. I can't feel one ounce of magic coming from the items in here."

"I'm sorry, Rae." He truly was. "If I would've known, I wouldn't have bought you here."

"Don't be. I'm happy that I came. If I didn't, I would have always wondered about it, thinking that I've missed out on something great. I should be apologizing to you. You bought the tickets. They must have been hard to get."

Tonight's event was exclusive. It was catered to those individuals who were rich and wanted the power to accompany it. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how one looked at it, no one in this studio was going to receive any information on power tonight.

"It's no problem. I'm a rich, trust fund kid, remember?"

"Still."

"Don't worry about it."

"At least, let me pay for the cheesy fries."

"You are not going to let this go, are you?" She shook her head. "Fine, you can pay for the cheesy fries."

She smiled. "You should be happy that I'm a kind person, who doesn't take advantage of my rich friends."

He raised an eyebrow. "You have more than one rich friend?"

"Maybe." She smirked and got up. "Come on. Hopefully, the cheesy fries are better than this." She walked away, leaving him there to stare after her. Her shirt was a tease along with the pants and socks. They showed off the skin of her lower back and upper thighs.

He tried to recall if her casual outfits were this sexy when they were younger.

Willow stretched and yawned in front of Victor. Even when she was tired, she was beautiful.

"I think we should call it a night." Victor said, looking at the time on the computer. It wasn't too late, just a few hours after normal work hours. However, they had been leaving the office late and returning early in the morning for the last three days.

He and Willow had been working to untangle the intricate web of the late CTO's 'side job'. What should have been a simple week worth of sorting through the information, which Willow found, stretched out into weeks.

He thought that he could do it alone, but it became time consuming and a headache, especially after the new data had merged. He was fortunate that Willow had caught him shifting through it during their lunch break and volunteer to help.

At first, he didn't want her to assist him with anything related to the late CTO since she was already shaken up by the off-site computer shutting off. However, she was quite persistent and persuasive about helping that he caved in.

Now, after several lunch breaks, a couple of late nights and a few early mornings, they were still stuck in this rabbit hole that the late CTO created. He hated that he had to work late because of someone else's foolishness, but he truly enjoyed the one perk of this situation. He got to spend a great amount of time with Willow. Although they didn't talk much once they started working, he was happy to glance at her when he needed a short break.

"Wait…." She said, typing on the computer. Her eyes were half closed, and she yawned again. "….I'm almost…" She yawned again. "finish."

He came behind her to see the part that she was working on. "I think that you have been finish for a while." He said, pointing to the mistake that she made.

"Nooooooooo!" Her fingers flew furiously across the keyboard as she tried to correct it. "No!Why?" She whined.

He grabbed her hands and turned the laptop his way. "We can correct it tomorrow after we get some rest." He saved the data and turned off the laptop. "Let's go home. I'll drop you off. There is no way you can drive if you are messing up the basics."

She gave him a sleepy grin. "It wasn't that bad."

He chuckled as they packed their bag. "It was. The computer light was probably the only thing that kept you up."

"I'm sure, I will be fine to drive." She yawned, rubbing her eyes.

"Are you sure? You just packed my stapler in your bag."

She looked from him to the desk to inside of her bag, where the stapler was. She took it out and said, "I think, I will take you up on your offer. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"It's no problem." They left his office and got on the elevator to go down.

A few seconds later, they glanced up as they felt the elevator slowed down as it came to a stop. He felt her moved from beside him. When he turned to look at her, she was in the corner of the elevator far away from him, staring at her phone. He was going to ask why she moved when he heard the voice of one of his employees.

"Good evening, Mr. Stone, Ms. Harrison." The man said, stepping into the elevator. "Another late night."

From the corner of his eyes, he saw her stiffened as she mumbled her acknowledgement of the man.

"Yeah, another late night." Vic confirmed. "What are you doing here late? I don't like to know that my employees are working too hard."

Victor and the man talked the whole elevator ride down while Willow remained quiet and distanced. She only spoke once they reached the garage of the company building. She bid them a good night and left the elevator first, heading toward her car.

He was confused. Didn't they agree for him to take her home?

"Oh shoot," the employee spoke before Vic could tell her to wait. "I forgot my keys." The man hit a button to go back up.

"Don't you hate when that happens." Vic said, getting off the elevator before it went back up. "Have a good night."

"You too, Mr. Stone. You too." The elevator closed, and he moved to catch up with Willow. She moved fast to say that she was tired.

"I thought, I was taking you home." He said, holding her car door open so that she couldn't close it.

"I think that it would be better if I drive myself home. I shouldn't leave my car here."

"You barely kept your eyes open earlier. You shouldn't be driving. Come on. I'll take you home."

She shook her head, pulling on the car door. "Thanks, but I'll be fine."

"If you don't want to leave your car here, we can take your car, I'll crash at Amy's place. She can drive me back in the morning."

"Vic," she said softly. "It's not about the car. I just…" She sighed.

Then it clicked. "You don't want no one to think we're sleeping together." She nodded. He chuckled. "Willow, I hardly think that people will think that. I mean, I am a cyborg. I-" He stopped talking at the expression on her face. "There is already a rumor that we are?" She nodded as Amy's comment appeared in his mind.

"I'm good at my job, Vic. I want people to know that I'm here because of my talents with technology and leadership and not between the sheets." It was an involuntary image, but he pictured her in a bed for a moment. He felt like crap for it.

"Now, can I go before he returns?" She asked.

He nodded. "I'll follow you home. It's still dangerous for you to drive in your current condition. You or someone else can get hurt."

"Okay." He stepped back and walked to his car.

Less than forty minutes later, they were at the doorstep of her house.

"Willow, about what you said. I-"

"It's late, Vic. I just want to go in and sleep."

He nodded. "Sleep well. I'll wait until you go inside and lock the door. Can't have a raccoon coming and attacking you." He tried to lighten up the mood.

She gave him a sad smile and said, "Sometimes, I wish you were just my knight in shining armor without the nice boss part. Good night, Vic."

"What do you think? Are they up to your standards?" Dick asked, shoving the fries in his mouth before washing it down with soda. They were at a diner that had seen better days but smelled divine on the inside.

"They've surpassed my standards of cheesy fries." She said, licking the corner of her lip to remove a drop of cheese, and causing him to shift uncomfortably in his seat. "But I think you are wrong. I think this is the best cheesy fries in the US."

"They are a close second."

"Are you holding out on me again?" Waiting for his answer, she took a sip from her drink.

"No, I'm not. I would've taken you there if it wasn't on the other side of the country."

"I guess, I'll have to settle for second best."

"No way, I can't let that happen. You deserve the best. I'll take you there some day." She mumbled something that he couldn't catch. "What was that?"

"Who put chili on perfectly good cheesy fries?"

"These chili cheese fries are amazing."

"If you say so."

"Here." He grabbed his fork to collect two fries with some chili and cheese. He pointed the utensil at her.

"No thanks." She said, ignoring it.

"No, you have to eat it after I spent all that money on an exhibit you didn't like."

"I thought, you said it didn't matter. Plus, I paid for this." She waved a hand at their food and drinks on the table.

"It didn't matter until you disrespected the taste of the chili cheese fries. This doesn't compare to the price of those tickets, and this is supposed to be my prize for going to therapy. Do you want me to stop going?"

She rolled her eyes, but still leaned in to eat the food. "You are such a kid sometimes." She moaned as the food touched her taste buds. She closed her eyes and chewed slowly.

"Good, isn't it?" She didn't reply. Instead, she reached over to grab another fry. "No," he said, pulling the plate away. "You can't have anymore. It's your punishment for dissing the chili cheese fries. You can't have any more until we go to Gotham."

"Gotham?" She whispered.

"Yes, that is where the best chili cheese and cheesy fries that I mentioned are at. Mo's-" He stopped talking, noticing that Rae was no longer listening to him. He twisted his head to see what she was staring at.

There was a guy who reminded him of Goth, standing at the counter and ordering food. Goth was, at that time, a tall teenager who she met at a warehouse party, which Blackfire took them to. She had continued to hang out with him until a year before the team broke up.

"So, your taste in guys hasn't change." His eyes were back on his plate as he tried to pick up a slippery fry.

"Hmmm?" He saw confusion filled her eyes as he lifted his gaze to hers.

"The guy, who you were staring at, is a facsimile of Goth. What ever happened between you two?"

"Nothing." She said, stabbing at her food and looking down. He watched as her eyes started to water a little and heat suffused her cheeks. He felt pain and anger as well as sadness and embarrassment through the bond.

The salt shaker beside them began to turn black.

"Rae, the salt!" He yelled quietly. Her eyes flew to his then the salt shaker. She closed her eyes and slowly breathed in and out. The shaker lost the black glow and the emotions that he felt faded away.

"Sorry." Her eyes opened to look at her food.

"What did he do?" He felt the deadly intent in his tone. She must have too because her eyes traveled to his.

She shook her head slightly, and she said, "Nothing."

"Rae, if he did something to hurt-"

"He didn't do anything. Honestly. He….He wasn't a bad person. Let's not talk about him anymore. I want to finish enjoying my cheesy fries."

"Okay." They ate in silence until Rachael's phone rang.

'Hello' was the only word she said while the person, who she was on the line with, talked the whole time before ending the conversation after a minute.

"I have to go." She stood up, causing him to stand up too.

"What's wrong?" Concern flooded his eyes.

"Yasmine needs help with something." They walked toward the entrance of the diner. "It's nothing serious, but she needs help now."

"Where is she?" He was pulling his keys out of his pocket.

She noticed and said, "I'll go there by myself." Her eyes searched for an empty alley. She found one a few feet away. "Can you do me a favor and open the bar for me tonight? Yasmine and I will be there later."

"No problem." He said unsure. If there was trouble, he didn't want her to go alone. She said it was nothing serious, but her action indicated the opposite.

"I don't have my keys on me, but I'm sure that you will have no problem getting in." They entered in the dark alley, and she created a portal.

"If there's trouble, you know I can help."

She gave him a small smile. "You are helping by opening up the bar for me. Just try not to get in a fight with Joe and Doe."

"They are the ones who hate me, but I'll play nice."

She nodded. "See you soon."

"See you soon." He watched as the portal closed. Why does it always feel like she is pushing me away?

Rachael walked into the room. She saw two bodyguards standing on either side of Yasmine, who was sitting in a chair while tapping her feet nervously against the floor.

"I'm here now; you can let her go." Here was Thai Night. The place that she had been avoiding since that incident with Mari.

"Rachael, I'm sorry. They just grabbed me as soon as I entered and took my phone."

"It's fine. It's not your fault." She pulled her friend up by her shoulders. "You should go."

"What about you?" Yasmine asked as her eyes traveled from one bodyguard to the next. "I'll be right behind you."

"Moonlight-"

"I was with Dick before I came here. He's at the bar waiting for us. You should go and tell him that everything is okay for me."

"I'm not going to leave you here alone." Yasmine said tightly. "Thai Night is all fun and games, but.." She leaned in and whispered, "Something dangerous is going on now."

Rachael stepped back and gave her a small smile. "What are you talking about? We are safe here. But you need to leave, so I can talk with my friend. Plus, you need to assure Dickie that everything is okay. Everything is okay, right?"

A strange looked passed over Yasmine's face before she spoke again. "Yes, everything is okay. I'll leave, so you can talk with your friend."

Rachael's eyes followed her friend as she left the room.

"I forget the you can do that, sometimes. I'm surprised that you never used it on me." One of her lesser known abilities was that she could manipulate people's emotions, which in turn, effected how they process their thoughts.

"I don't make it a habit of controlling people."

"You could have fooled me." She turned around to see that the two bodyguards were gone, and the black figure of a man was sitting behind the desk. His body was black with no distinct features. He was a 3D image of a shadow.

"Why did you call me here? I thought, you didn't want me here after what happened last time." She turned the chair, which Yasmine had sat on, around to face him and sat down.

"Trust me. I'm still pissed off at you, but I have a message for you to pass on to your friend."

"Friend? You just had my only living friend in your office. You could have told her yourself."

"Only living friend?" He said in a humorous tone. "Who's Dickie, Moonlight?"

"The name is self-explanatory, don't you think?"

The man laughed. "I've missed your dry sense of humor. But let's talk about your dead friends then."

"Mari." She summoned as her thumping headache surfaced. The entity appeared beside her.

"You call?" She asked Rachael.

"No Man has a message for you."

Her brown eyes moved to the man. "I'm listening."

"I guess, I should be more specific. I have a message for Slade." Both female stiffened. "Tell him, I want my toy back."

"Toy?" Mari asked.

"Don't worry about it. Slade will know what I'm talking about."

"How do you know Slade was the one who took it?" Rachael asked. No Man picked up a remote and clicked a button. A TV appeared to their right and began playing a security footage. The main star of the show was Slade.

"He wanted me to know that it was him who did it. He left all the basic evidences there for me to find out."

The two females shared a look before facing No Man.

"As much as I would love to help you," Rae said, "we can't find him ourselves. That video is the most we have seen of him in weeks."

"Oh, I know you have been looking for him. Mari, here, has made that very clear."

Rachael spared the entity a look. What has she been doing behind her back? Was she the reason why she has been sleeping in later than usual?

"I figure that you would probably find him before I do. Or he would come to you first. It doesn't matter; I just want my toy back."

"Aren't you too old to be playing with toys?" Mari asked.

"Aren't you supposed to be in a grave somewhere?"

"Okay, I'll let you know when I deliver the message." Rachael said, standing up. She couldn't bare an argument between those two now.

"As always, you are the more reasonable one." She felt her anger rising, or rather Mari's anger. It was time to go. She headed toward the door.

"Oh, Racheal. Just a heads-up, you might want to find another living friend."

She paused, trying to decipher his words. "I like Yasmine just fine."

He chuckled. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

….

"I hate him." Mari said as they walked down the stairs. She couldn't teleport inside of Thai Night due to the wards.

"I know, but you shouldn't egg him on. By the way…" Rachael stopped to face her. "…what did he mean by-" She stopped talking, this time, as she looked at the scene below them.

Mari turned to see why she stopped talking. "Is that-"

"Retra," she confirmed. She was sitting next to a man. They appeared to be cozy.

"Are you going to say 'hi'? I think we should say 'hi." She rolled her eyes and kept walking. Mari knew from their conversations that she hated her. She hid it well around the others, but she didn't like Gar's fiancée.

"Aren't you curious about why she's here?"

"No. Besides, I don't want her to know that I'm here." There were varies of reasons why people came to Thai Night. And what ever Retra's reason was none of her concern.

"Well, I'm curious." Mari's disappeared from beside her. While Rachael couldn't teleport in and out of Thai Night, Mari could. Different rules applied to the dead here.

She waited and watched Mari from the stairs. She didn't have to worry about being seen from the stairs, because it was encased in a one-way mirror.

Mari returned shortly.

"Did you find out why she was here?" She asked, slightly curious now.

"Forget her. I just heard some information about Slade."

The bar had been opened for an hour now. Neither Rachael nor Yasmine had yet to show up. For something that wasn't that serious, it was taking a long time. Maybe he should have insisted on going with her.

He dismissed the thought. She was a big girl. She could handle herself. But the look on her face….

"Why are you here and not home resting?"

Dick's eyes traveled up from the small sink, where he was washing the cocktail shaker, to see Commissioner Payne in front of him.

He smiled and answered, "Because I got bored being home by myself and decided to come and help Rae out."

"I heard so from Yasmine. I, also, heard that you and Rachael were thinking about getting back together."

Rae was right: Yasmine did talk too much.

"Don't believe everything that Yasmine says. We're not getting back together. We are just good friends."

"Good. She's a really nice girl and you are an excellent cop. I would hate to have to fire you, because you broke her heart."

The younger cop chuckled. "You have nothing to worry about. Besides, she would probably kill me herself if I did."

He said but the conversation at the diner appeared in his mind. Something had happened between her and Goth. Had he been blinded then too, and hadn't noticed that she was hurting during her time with Goth? She had always been good at hiding her pain.

Payne chuckled, bring him back to the conversation at hand. "You are right about that. How are you feeling by the way? I read the doctor's recommendation. It suggested that you remain at home resting for another month and rehab afterwards. I was worried when you left the hospital again. Seriously, would it hurt you to stay at the hospital for once?"

It was common for him to DAMA, discharge against medical advice. Most of the doctors, who he had the pleasure of being a patient to, hated him for that. Nevertheless, he still needed a doctor's recommendation to go back to work. His usually go-to doctor, who was shady and who probably should have his license taken away, was out of town on vacation, and the other doctor at his practice had refused to clear him. In all fairness, he shouldn't be cleared.

"I'm good as new money." Dick answered his original question. "I'm ready to come back to work. I'm getting bored and lonely at home."

"I know the feeling. I felt that way when my wife left me. Don't worry, son. If it was meant to be, your girlfriend will come back. My wife did."

He groaned. What didn't Yasmine tell the commissioner?

"You can start back on Monday but only desk work."

He gave the commissioner a bright smile. "Thank you, sir."

"You know, most guys would prefer to stay home and rest another month."

"I won't be awesome if I were most guys."

Payne shot him a glare. "Too bad your ego didn't get shot."

"My ego wears a bulletproof vest and can fly."

"Hey, guys." Yasmine interrupted before Payne could comment. She lifted the bar counter near the wall to come behind the bar. "Did I miss anything juicy?"

"Nothing that concerns you." Payne answered.

"Everything that goes on inside this bar concerns me."

"How come you never gossip about John or Doe?"

"Because they usually remain outside of the bar, at the door." They shook their head at her logic. She probably was too scare to gossip about them.

"Where's Rae?" Dick asked.

She looked down as she washed her hands in another sink. "Moonlight said, she was coming after she finished talking with our friend."

"Friend?" Dick inquired. He wasn't aware that she had other friends outside of Yasmine and the team.

"Yeah, he was the one with the problem."

"Which was?"

"Nothing serious."

"If you two are done talking over there, I can use a drink."

"Coming," Yasmine said, drying her hand.

Yasmine and Rachael were hiding something. She hadn't look at him during the whole conversation. That wasn't Yasmine's MO. Plus, it didn't take that long to wash her hands.