"You are an amazing woman, Lara Croft."

His other claw moved to the other side of her face, and he pulled her toward him and kissed her very gently. Suddenly, alarms went off throughout the house. Raziel released her and glanced around, eyes wide.

"What in blazes is that infernal racket?"

Lara, who know what this meant, raced toward her desk. She tapped a certain spot on the desktop and watched as a part flipped up to reveal a laptop hidden in the wood. She quickly flipped on the security cameras and watched people come pouring into her house, wearing thick reinforced armor and wielding guns. Lara's eyes narrowed. Someone was breaking into her house again?! And in the daytime, no less. Whoever did that these days? And WHO came in through the front door?!

She dashed up the stairs into the library, trusting Raziel to follow her.

"Dare I ask what do they want?"

Lara bit her lip. "I don't honestly know," she responded. "I haven't done anything to draw their attention recently, except . . ." she trailed off, a horrified look in her eyes. "Where's the Reaver, Raziel?"

He blinked. "I left it on the table in the main hall behind the glass doors as we passed through it. Why?"

She only grimaced in response, and flipped a specific book around on its shelf. A wall on the other side of the room slid back and to the side. Raziel watched it with a raised eyebrow, then followed her as she darted into it. Inside was a small, dark walk space. Lara jogged up and touched a pressure pad, letting the door open slowly. It opened a picture of some kind or another put against the wall about three feet above the ground. She dropped out quietly, Raziel following her. The picture swung silently closed behind them. She moved behind a pillar and glanced down into the main hall. There was a collection of men who were working quickly to open the doors that sealed them from their prize. Lara's eyebrow raised. These men were very well trained and in the few moments it had taken Lara and Raziel to get there, they had almost everything set up.

A loud explosion interrupted her thought. 'Never mind,' she thought grimly. 'They're done.'

She heard them move, heard the metallic shink as they picked up the Reaver off of the table. Lara privately wished Raziel hadn't destroyed Simon. With the robot, they could have gotten out of this predicament quickly and easily.

Suddenly, a male voice boomed out for Lara Croft to step out with her hands up. Her eyebrows knitted together. Once most goons got what they wanted, they left, and didn't demand for her to come out. Usually they were too glad to get out alive. Lara touched Raziel's shoulder.

"You have better eye sight than I," she whispered. "Do their uniforms or helmets say anything?"

Raziel glanced over the edge of the rail and narrowed his eyes. "There's something on their helmet. Let me see if I can make it out . . ." He paused. "Scot laind iard?" He shook his head slightly. Lara gave him a confused expression, then understanding and horror set in.

"Scotland Yard?!" She peered around the pillar. Indeed, the man who was still calling for her to come out did have a helmet she could just barely make out as saying, "Scotland Yard." She stood, brushed herself off, and stepped into view, hands up.

"What are you doing?" Raziel demanded.

"These are one of the few people I care about if they like me or not. I'd rather not have to kill any of them."

"Ah," the man murmured, seeing her step out into the open. Raziel followed her example, though not liking it. "Miss Croft, how good of you to willingly submit. I was rather afraid of I'd lose many of my men to your infamous gun collection. Now come with us. You are under arrest—"

"On the contrary," another voice interrupted. Moebius came in through the front door. "I am not pressing any charges."

The man blinked at him in confusion, but Moebius, Lara and Raziel all exchanged a single look. Moebius was well aware trying to lock Lara and Raziel up would be pointless and a waste of time. Nothing on this planet could hold Raziel, he's just find Lara, and they'd both be out of there. So instead, he simply took the Reaver. He would move it to a more . . . inconvenient place. Inconvenient for them, anyway. He suppressed a dark chuckled and walked out of the mansion. The Scotland Yard piled out after him. Without Moebius pressing any charges, there wasn't much more any of them could do. Lara glanced over at Raziel to see he was silently shaking in rage. She suddenly realized he would probably jump after him if she didn't do something. She reached over and touched his arm, afraid he'd do something rash. She could feel the skin twitching. Her eyebrows knitted together. For someone to hold this much anger . . . Anger could too easily rule one's emotions, so Lara tried to take everything with an amused detachment.

Her hand slid down and carefully wrapped around his claws, pulling it up in front of her face. He glanced at her, a little surprise showing through the anger. Acting on half-felt impulses and intuition, she placed his claws against her face. The anger bled away to surprise and something else she couldn't quite name. His other claw came up to her face and pulled her body against his. A sigh of pleasure escaped Lara.

'It was a fling. It was a fling,' she thought to herself like a mantra. Then she felt his lips as he kissed her and she lost herself to the kiss.

(A/N: Sorry about this chapter being rather short. I have more ideas where it's going, really I do! It's just, well, I need my muse and my muse it, well, rather busy right now. So I'll hopefully write more tonight when I talk to him, MAYBE I'll get another chapter up tonight, but probably not until tomorrow or Sun. So, yeah. It's nice to know I have this many people reading my story. 61 reviews for my 6 chapter story! Wooo!

*goes off mumbling something about angels at school when they should be at home giving their dragon mates ideas . . .*