Once a Thief, Always a Thief
Note: I never....NEVER saw anyone do this in a fanfic so.....I AM GOING TO DO IT!
Summary: The days of Jill and Dick Valentine's thieving. (I'm so cheap with reviews ^_^)
"Jill, you need to apply more pressure with the torque when you scrub the lock. Pull back a little bit. No..not pull it out, pull it back! Oh..just start over again", a disgruntled man spoke from behind Jill Valentine.
She was sixteen years of age now, and cleaning up her ability on picking certain locks. Jill hated scrubbing locks, it rarely ever worked on the more important doors in a building. Well, that is when she was trying to do it. Her father could make anything work like magic.
"You must focus and imagine what is going on inside of the lock, not what is going on outside of it. Concentrate on the pins and memorize them by feeling. And for the love of God, don't be afraid to use the other picks."
"Yes Dick, I know", Jill answered in a rush.
Click!
The door was unlocked at last and Jill kicked it open, "There!"
"Took you long enough", Dick chided.
"Still, it's open damnit!" Jill growled back.
"Good job."
Dick leaned down a bit and kissed his daughter upon the forehead and bent over to gather up the picks Jill had tossed about when trying to unlock the basement door. She always practiced on doors in their house, it was the safest and most legal way for her to learn lock picking skills and tricks.
A smile now spread across Jill's face and she skipped out of the room while giggling softly. She often did this on purpose to annoy her father ever since he had pointed out that she, for a female, wasn't very girly or feminine at all.
Off in another room of the house a telephone chimed. Dick sighed and stood back up with the picks in hand and strode toward the phone, before..
"Watch out!" Jill slid quickly in front of him and jumped at the telephone, "hello?!"
Her face was lit up in eagerness until it fell quickly, "Oh yeah..hang on."
"Who is it?"
"One of your moronic friend's son", Jill said, glaring up into her father's blue eyes.
"I see..", Dick took the phone from her and pressed it to his ear, "yes?"
"Hi!" Another teenager chirped on the other line.
'Can't stand teenagers..', Dick thought bitterly.
"What is it Steve?"
"My old man told me to ring you up! Said he's expecting to see you at 16:00", Steve replied.
Dick snapped his wrist up quickly as he realized he had lost track of time. No watch on his wrist. He tried to wave at Jill who was now plopped down on the couch across the room. She stared blankly at the television set which was now featuring a sale on cars, yet somehow they had managed to stuff in the half naked, big breasted women that Jill envied so dearly.
"Jill! Jill!" Dick said in a high whisper. Steve was yapping on the other line about Hockey scores and what not.
"Yes?" Jill asked, still glaring at the TV.
"Time?"
"3:48."
"Damnit..yeah, alright Steve..uh huh..bye", Dick slammed the phone back into it's place and ran his hands through his slicked back hair and grumbled, "running late again.."
"Hey..hey..HEY!"
"What Jill?"
"You aren't going to leave me here are you? I mean, I want to get involved in a bigger heist you know", Jill said in a slightly pleading tone.
"No, you're too..don't give me those eyes! You know I can't stand that!" Dick frowned at Jill's pitiful, sparkling eyes. They resembled his without the feminine touch. Valentine eyes. Every Valentine had or has the blue eyes.
"You always said that one day soon you would take me out to do this, and you know I want this very badly."
"Fine, but this is just the meeting. No peep of any kind should come from you, understand?" Dick ordered with a finger pointed at her.
"Yes sir", she nodded quickly.
Dick turned on his heel and snatched up a chain of keys lying on the table. With that he walked out of the house, daughter practically on his hip, and opened the door to his car. Jill followed in on the other side and sat down with a long sigh. Dick stared at her for a moment.
"What?" she asked after awhile.
"I hope you don't go driving around without a seatbelt on at least", Dick said while cocking an eye brow at her.
"Oh! Sorry..", a click could be heard as she quickly jammed the seatbelt together, "there, let's go already."
Dick pulled the car out of the driveway. (yes I know..that doesn't sound right) They were off now to meet up with Steve's father and hopefully a good deal t work with.
Note: I never....NEVER saw anyone do this in a fanfic so.....I AM GOING TO DO IT!
Summary: The days of Jill and Dick Valentine's thieving. (I'm so cheap with reviews ^_^)
"Jill, you need to apply more pressure with the torque when you scrub the lock. Pull back a little bit. No..not pull it out, pull it back! Oh..just start over again", a disgruntled man spoke from behind Jill Valentine.
She was sixteen years of age now, and cleaning up her ability on picking certain locks. Jill hated scrubbing locks, it rarely ever worked on the more important doors in a building. Well, that is when she was trying to do it. Her father could make anything work like magic.
"You must focus and imagine what is going on inside of the lock, not what is going on outside of it. Concentrate on the pins and memorize them by feeling. And for the love of God, don't be afraid to use the other picks."
"Yes Dick, I know", Jill answered in a rush.
Click!
The door was unlocked at last and Jill kicked it open, "There!"
"Took you long enough", Dick chided.
"Still, it's open damnit!" Jill growled back.
"Good job."
Dick leaned down a bit and kissed his daughter upon the forehead and bent over to gather up the picks Jill had tossed about when trying to unlock the basement door. She always practiced on doors in their house, it was the safest and most legal way for her to learn lock picking skills and tricks.
A smile now spread across Jill's face and she skipped out of the room while giggling softly. She often did this on purpose to annoy her father ever since he had pointed out that she, for a female, wasn't very girly or feminine at all.
Off in another room of the house a telephone chimed. Dick sighed and stood back up with the picks in hand and strode toward the phone, before..
"Watch out!" Jill slid quickly in front of him and jumped at the telephone, "hello?!"
Her face was lit up in eagerness until it fell quickly, "Oh yeah..hang on."
"Who is it?"
"One of your moronic friend's son", Jill said, glaring up into her father's blue eyes.
"I see..", Dick took the phone from her and pressed it to his ear, "yes?"
"Hi!" Another teenager chirped on the other line.
'Can't stand teenagers..', Dick thought bitterly.
"What is it Steve?"
"My old man told me to ring you up! Said he's expecting to see you at 16:00", Steve replied.
Dick snapped his wrist up quickly as he realized he had lost track of time. No watch on his wrist. He tried to wave at Jill who was now plopped down on the couch across the room. She stared blankly at the television set which was now featuring a sale on cars, yet somehow they had managed to stuff in the half naked, big breasted women that Jill envied so dearly.
"Jill! Jill!" Dick said in a high whisper. Steve was yapping on the other line about Hockey scores and what not.
"Yes?" Jill asked, still glaring at the TV.
"Time?"
"3:48."
"Damnit..yeah, alright Steve..uh huh..bye", Dick slammed the phone back into it's place and ran his hands through his slicked back hair and grumbled, "running late again.."
"Hey..hey..HEY!"
"What Jill?"
"You aren't going to leave me here are you? I mean, I want to get involved in a bigger heist you know", Jill said in a slightly pleading tone.
"No, you're too..don't give me those eyes! You know I can't stand that!" Dick frowned at Jill's pitiful, sparkling eyes. They resembled his without the feminine touch. Valentine eyes. Every Valentine had or has the blue eyes.
"You always said that one day soon you would take me out to do this, and you know I want this very badly."
"Fine, but this is just the meeting. No peep of any kind should come from you, understand?" Dick ordered with a finger pointed at her.
"Yes sir", she nodded quickly.
Dick turned on his heel and snatched up a chain of keys lying on the table. With that he walked out of the house, daughter practically on his hip, and opened the door to his car. Jill followed in on the other side and sat down with a long sigh. Dick stared at her for a moment.
"What?" she asked after awhile.
"I hope you don't go driving around without a seatbelt on at least", Dick said while cocking an eye brow at her.
"Oh! Sorry..", a click could be heard as she quickly jammed the seatbelt together, "there, let's go already."
Dick pulled the car out of the driveway. (yes I know..that doesn't sound right) They were off now to meet up with Steve's father and hopefully a good deal t work with.