A.N. heh heh......looks at all the angry people holding tomatoes
Okay.....so I KNOW I haven't updated in forever.....but I've been
busy....grins nervously But....if I update now...you promise not to hurt
me?
Title: The White Rabbit
Author: KaBunny
E-mail: SailorBunBun@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Chapter 2: A Lady in a Business Suit
Darien stared at the drawing on the small piece of notebook paper. The rabbit was facing forward and had two ovals for eyes. There was no mouth, but it did have a tie. There was no body for this black and white rabbit, but in its floating hand there was a red crystal. He assumed that it meant that the 'rabbit' had the crystal.
"Anything Darien?" Jessica asked, handing him the coffee mug.
"Nothing," Darien muttered, his chair creaking as he leaned back into it. "The chief's right. This one's really good. They had to have been planning this for years. Forensics didn't find any prints or hair or even dust markings for that matter."
"Did you get a meeting with the museum's manager?"
"His schedule was full so he's going to send me a secretary," Darien sighed, taking a sip of the hot liquid. He looked up at Jessica and shook his head in frustration.
"Don't worry, Dare. They're bound to screw up. Nobody's perfect," Jessica replied, ruffling his ebony hair with her free hand.
"Well, let's go meet with this secretary," Darien said, hopping up form his chair and grabbing his keys off the desk.
Serena fixed her navy blue suit jacket and pulled at her bangs. Her normally unrestrained shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back in a French twist so she would look more professional. The pants suit she was wearing consisted of black pants, a white dress shirt, and a navy blue suit jacket with no pockets. Despite the fact that she was a thief, she looked very professional.
"You're sure you want to go? I can always go if you don't want to," Beth replied, looking at the twenty-one year old from the doorway of the bathroom.
"You're just afraid I'm going to mess it up," Serena said, arching a brow at the brunette's reflection.
"Maybe," Beth muttered, which caused her to receive an incriminating look from Serena. "Okay, yes. Don't I have the right to be?"
"Of course you do," Serena answered, her face completely serious. "I mean who wouldn't be afraid that I might screw up? But, hey, look on the bright side! There's always a trillion to one chance I won't."
"Are you joking?" Beth asked, getting a creeped out feeling. "You're really starting to scare me."
"Relax," Serena muttered, a small chuckle escaping her lips as she turned and gripped her partner's shoulders. "You really need to loosen up a little you know. Laugh a little. "You're too tense," she teased, walking out of the bathroom. Serena smirked as she pulled the car keys out of her coat pocket. She opened the door and turned back to Beth. "See you later!"
"Serena!" Beth called just as the blonde closed the door behind herself. 'She better not mess up,' Beth though, clenching her hands. 'If she does, I'll have her hide!'
Serena walked up to the secretary who was currently typing furiously away at the computer. She didn't seem to see the blonde until she cleared her throat. The redheaded woman turned her green eyes to Serena as a friendly smile spread out across her lips. Serena smiled back.
"May I help you?" the redhead asked, her voice so superficially fake it made Serena's skin crawl.
"Yes," Serena replied, ignoring the shudder that the woman's voice gave her. "I'm Mr. Jameson's new secretary. He sent me to have a meeting with the detectives working on the museum robbery."
"Ah, yes," the woman muttered, searching through her scattered papers. "Mr. Shields and Mrs. Mascharka have been waiting for approximately ten minutes. They're in Mr. Jameson's office."
"Thank you," Serena mumbled, walking off into the museum. As soon as she was around the corner, she shuddered as she stuck a finger in her ear. 'Take some morphine lady. Now, where's the office?' Serena thought, pulling out a small piece of folded notebook paper. She opened it up and looked at her poorly drawn map of the museum. "Ah! There it is!" she shouted, causing all the police eyes in the room to look at her. She laughed nervously and waved at them. "Sorry."
She turned around another corner quickly as she continued down the hall.. She stuffed the piece of paper back in her pocket as she continued down the hall. She opened the door at the end of the hall that read 'Gregory Jameson' and walked inside, closing the door behind herself.
"Good afternoon, detectives," Serena replied, turning around to look at the man and woman sitting before her. The ebony haired man glanced up at her, but the curly haired woman continued writing whatever she was writing, distracted. Serena cleared her throat and Jessica glanced up at her before returning back to her report.
"I'll be with you in a second. Busy," Jessica muttered, writing quickly on the report. she wrote a few more lines before setting the pencil down. When she had finished, Serena was already seated across the desk from them. "You are?"
"Serena McKensy," Serena answered, leaning forward and extending her hand. She couldn't give 'Moon'; that would just be crazy! Jessica shook her hand lightly as did Darien before everybody sat down again. "You had some questions?"
Darien watched the fleeting back of the blonde secretary as he leaned against the office door of Gregory Jameson. He looked over at his curly haired partner who was shaking her head. "She seems really familiar," Darien muttered.
"She in your black book, Darien?" Jessica asked, smirking at her partner.
"What?!" Darien yelped, turning his midnight blue eyes to Jessica. "What did you ask me?"
"Nothing," Jessica replied, simply. She crossed her arms and looked at him seriously as another smirk spread out across her lips. Darien arched an eyebrow impatiently. "I asked you if she was in your book."
"You know I don't have a black book, Jess," Darien said, shaking his head and walking away from his partner.
"Maybe you should," Jessica mumbled, following him. 'Then I wouldn't worry about you so much.'
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Heh heh....all that for a short chapter.....I'll make the next one MUCH longer. But, first I have to think of it, hehe....any ideas? No...I didn't think so! sighs Oh, well.....time to start the old blonde noggin! Yes, I actually AM blonde, so I DO have an excuse! hehe....now please review, even though I don't deserve it, k? Tanky! Ja! ~KaBunny
Title: The White Rabbit
Author: KaBunny
E-mail: SailorBunBun@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Chapter 2: A Lady in a Business Suit
Darien stared at the drawing on the small piece of notebook paper. The rabbit was facing forward and had two ovals for eyes. There was no mouth, but it did have a tie. There was no body for this black and white rabbit, but in its floating hand there was a red crystal. He assumed that it meant that the 'rabbit' had the crystal.
"Anything Darien?" Jessica asked, handing him the coffee mug.
"Nothing," Darien muttered, his chair creaking as he leaned back into it. "The chief's right. This one's really good. They had to have been planning this for years. Forensics didn't find any prints or hair or even dust markings for that matter."
"Did you get a meeting with the museum's manager?"
"His schedule was full so he's going to send me a secretary," Darien sighed, taking a sip of the hot liquid. He looked up at Jessica and shook his head in frustration.
"Don't worry, Dare. They're bound to screw up. Nobody's perfect," Jessica replied, ruffling his ebony hair with her free hand.
"Well, let's go meet with this secretary," Darien said, hopping up form his chair and grabbing his keys off the desk.
Serena fixed her navy blue suit jacket and pulled at her bangs. Her normally unrestrained shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back in a French twist so she would look more professional. The pants suit she was wearing consisted of black pants, a white dress shirt, and a navy blue suit jacket with no pockets. Despite the fact that she was a thief, she looked very professional.
"You're sure you want to go? I can always go if you don't want to," Beth replied, looking at the twenty-one year old from the doorway of the bathroom.
"You're just afraid I'm going to mess it up," Serena said, arching a brow at the brunette's reflection.
"Maybe," Beth muttered, which caused her to receive an incriminating look from Serena. "Okay, yes. Don't I have the right to be?"
"Of course you do," Serena answered, her face completely serious. "I mean who wouldn't be afraid that I might screw up? But, hey, look on the bright side! There's always a trillion to one chance I won't."
"Are you joking?" Beth asked, getting a creeped out feeling. "You're really starting to scare me."
"Relax," Serena muttered, a small chuckle escaping her lips as she turned and gripped her partner's shoulders. "You really need to loosen up a little you know. Laugh a little. "You're too tense," she teased, walking out of the bathroom. Serena smirked as she pulled the car keys out of her coat pocket. She opened the door and turned back to Beth. "See you later!"
"Serena!" Beth called just as the blonde closed the door behind herself. 'She better not mess up,' Beth though, clenching her hands. 'If she does, I'll have her hide!'
Serena walked up to the secretary who was currently typing furiously away at the computer. She didn't seem to see the blonde until she cleared her throat. The redheaded woman turned her green eyes to Serena as a friendly smile spread out across her lips. Serena smiled back.
"May I help you?" the redhead asked, her voice so superficially fake it made Serena's skin crawl.
"Yes," Serena replied, ignoring the shudder that the woman's voice gave her. "I'm Mr. Jameson's new secretary. He sent me to have a meeting with the detectives working on the museum robbery."
"Ah, yes," the woman muttered, searching through her scattered papers. "Mr. Shields and Mrs. Mascharka have been waiting for approximately ten minutes. They're in Mr. Jameson's office."
"Thank you," Serena mumbled, walking off into the museum. As soon as she was around the corner, she shuddered as she stuck a finger in her ear. 'Take some morphine lady. Now, where's the office?' Serena thought, pulling out a small piece of folded notebook paper. She opened it up and looked at her poorly drawn map of the museum. "Ah! There it is!" she shouted, causing all the police eyes in the room to look at her. She laughed nervously and waved at them. "Sorry."
She turned around another corner quickly as she continued down the hall.. She stuffed the piece of paper back in her pocket as she continued down the hall. She opened the door at the end of the hall that read 'Gregory Jameson' and walked inside, closing the door behind herself.
"Good afternoon, detectives," Serena replied, turning around to look at the man and woman sitting before her. The ebony haired man glanced up at her, but the curly haired woman continued writing whatever she was writing, distracted. Serena cleared her throat and Jessica glanced up at her before returning back to her report.
"I'll be with you in a second. Busy," Jessica muttered, writing quickly on the report. she wrote a few more lines before setting the pencil down. When she had finished, Serena was already seated across the desk from them. "You are?"
"Serena McKensy," Serena answered, leaning forward and extending her hand. She couldn't give 'Moon'; that would just be crazy! Jessica shook her hand lightly as did Darien before everybody sat down again. "You had some questions?"
Darien watched the fleeting back of the blonde secretary as he leaned against the office door of Gregory Jameson. He looked over at his curly haired partner who was shaking her head. "She seems really familiar," Darien muttered.
"She in your black book, Darien?" Jessica asked, smirking at her partner.
"What?!" Darien yelped, turning his midnight blue eyes to Jessica. "What did you ask me?"
"Nothing," Jessica replied, simply. She crossed her arms and looked at him seriously as another smirk spread out across her lips. Darien arched an eyebrow impatiently. "I asked you if she was in your book."
"You know I don't have a black book, Jess," Darien said, shaking his head and walking away from his partner.
"Maybe you should," Jessica mumbled, following him. 'Then I wouldn't worry about you so much.'
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Heh heh....all that for a short chapter.....I'll make the next one MUCH longer. But, first I have to think of it, hehe....any ideas? No...I didn't think so! sighs Oh, well.....time to start the old blonde noggin! Yes, I actually AM blonde, so I DO have an excuse! hehe....now please review, even though I don't deserve it, k? Tanky! Ja! ~KaBunny