Disclaimer: If I tell you it's all mine will you leave me alone?"

Author's Note: I love writing this! Can you tell that I'm having fun with this one? Woohoo! Chick read it FIVE times! Now that's just cool. You people are great. I find, however, that this probably isn't very good for my rep…my suitemates have to be hearing me over in my room, all by myself, giggling like a maniac. I talk to myself a lot when I'm writing too, so that probably doesn't help much. So if the fic stops suddenly its cuz someone decided to ship me off to the funny farm…which isn't very funny. I notice a lot of you are worried whether this is gonna be a Jondy/Zane or a Jondy/Zack. Stop worrying, all shall be revealed in time.

Review, it makes me happy, gives me ideas, and just cause I said so.

Comin' to Get You

Chapter 4: Mission Impossible was a bad movie

"I'm going in, and since two of us is just asking for attention, you're staying out here and you're gonna watch for when, or if," she shrugged with a smile, "I get into trouble." Jondy looked Zane straight in the eye and put on her determined face.

"No way, you're staying out here and I'm going in." He protested looking at her with serious green eyes. They were standing, both in all black, on the roof of a building in the money district. A building that just happened to be right across from Eyes Only's pent house. A rope was tied around Jondy's waist as she stared him down. A braid hung over her shoulder down to her waist, and caused him to wonder if she had streaked her hair just for the purpose of braiding it, the colors blended together beautifully. It was probably that distraction that lost him the argument.

"We're dealing with a computer, not a car…" she started and raised an eyebrow to stop him from butting in. "I might be crazy and reckless but I know computers better than you, and I'll be on my best behavior…promise." She planted a kiss on his forehead and leaned back with a grin. "Besides, you'll be out here ready to save the day the second this goes sideways."

"Why am I not reassured?"

"'Cause you're a worry wort." She rolled her blue eyes heavenward, "You're worse than Zack, swear." Then she took off and jumped from the roof, the rope went taut and swung her through the air and placed a wide grin on her face. Above the other building's roof she let the line go and dropped down in a cat crouch. Once above the skylight she waved to Zane and watched as he disappeared to fall into position, ready to enter the pent house at a second's notice. With a sigh she lowered a rope through the skylight and slid down it. She slinked through the shadows of the dark pent house, moving in a fluid wave and ignored the number of priceless pieces of artwork that she passed, her fingers twitching unconsciously. She heard voices and froze with wide eyes. Taking silent breaths she followed the sounds that didn't quite equal words. With a crinkled brow she angled to see into the master bedroom, sitting on the bed were two people; a man with spiky hair and enough stubble to rub the chin raw of the blond he was presently kissing and ick…groping. Wrinkling her nose Jondy moved on, touching her own chin gently in sympathy with the poor woman.

She passed a glass wall and saw the extensive computer system sitting there, her eyes lit up and anyone who saw her face would be thinking of the proverbial kid in the candystore. A grin split her face as she slid quietly into the rolling chair and let out a happy sigh. Her face became serious as she started breaking past his password protection. She smiled to her self as she ran through the files her eyes flicking through the words quickly, while she listened with half an ear to the sounds coming from the bedroom. Feeling slightly dirty for doing so, but she didn't have a choice she had to make sure they didn't come up for air and find her.

She ran across a file titled "Zack" and another called "X5s" and rolled her eyes, how unoriginal. She opened the file and slipped a blank CD into the ROM. She set it up to download and sat back to wait. Letting her eyes wander they came across a file cabinet. She bit her lip and slid the drawer open, wincing when it let out a soft protest. Her fingers ran over the folders stopping at the one with "Zack" written on it in sloppy caps. She rolled her eyes again at the unoriginality and picked the file up. It was slim and she had the sudden urge to take off her gloves and feel the smooth surface of the folder. She opened it slowly and was staring at a twelve-year-old Zack in a mug shot. She smiled down at it sadly, and placed her fingers over his cheeks.

There was a loud ding when the file finally downloaded and Jondy froze for a heartbeat looking at the computer with wide eyes. "Traitor," she whispered dropping the folder in her haste as she heard all noise from the bedroom stop. She pushed the button that would open the ROM and pushed it into a case while taking precious seconds to delete the history of the file she had just opened and downloaded. Jondy was sprinting for the skylight when she heard the unmistakable sound of a shotgun being readied to fire. "Don't move!"

She froze in her tracks and her hands came up in a sign of surrender. She heard the front door open and prayed that it was Zane but a shouted, "Hey, Logan!" dashed her hopes.

"Max, in here!" A man's voice called back cautiously, she figured it must be Logan.

She heard footsteps but stayed motionless, her back to the gun. Definitely not the way she wanted to be facing. "Woah, what happened?" another male voice laughed from behind her; it was achingly familiar but for some reason she couldn't place it. It got labeled Max.

"I caught her sneaking out." The tone changed when he addressed Jondy. "Turn around."

"Aren't you supposed to get them when they're sneaking in?" Max laughed again.

"You aren't scared of little ole me, are ya?" She asked in her best Southern belle as she turned around, the solid weight of her braid hitting her back reassuringly.

"I choose to reserve judgement." Logan answered his mouth going slack for the barest of seconds when he saw her face; one corner of her lip curled knowing the effect she had on people. She stared him straight in the eye and ignored everyone else in the room. "Put it down," he commanded.

She blinked slowly in confusion and he nodded to one of her upheld hands. Her eyes flicked to her right hand, her stomach dropping, thinking that it was the disk. It wasn't it was a silver statue of a cat sitting tall and proud, moving her torso a fraction of an inch she found the disk was tucked away securely in her catsuit. She blinked again trying to remember just when she had picked the statue up. Biting her lip she silently berated her hand for having a mind of its own and labeled herself a clepto. Her eyes flicked back to Logan and opened her hand to let it fall.

"Do you really need that shotgun on me? Four against one seems a bit much." She smiled, "I'm just a girl in the world, that's all that you'll let me be. I'm just a…You're obviously not No Doubt fans."

"You're a thief," he said dispassionately pointing at the statue.

"His powers of deduction are amazing."

She put on her sexiest smile, "I was running out of blue hair dye," she deadpanned. "Don't you just think roots are atrocious?" She moved her eyes over the rest of the troupe who watched silently. The blond hung back towards the bedroom; Jondy had to stifle a smile at her bright red chin. A woman with long brown hair and large brown eyes stood next to Logan eyeing the shotgun unhappily, but said nothing. She looked oddly familiar; causing a twang in the back of Jondy's mind; with a narrowing of eyes she dismissed it and moved on. Then she looked towards the last man standing in the room, lounging indolently against a wall, and her breath caught in her throat painfully.

With the face she could hear a stifled scream, one of her own, as a knife slid from her upper thigh down to her knee. She could feel that perfect jaw crumble into crystalline shards under her fist, and then, even more confusing, she could feel the memory of those perfect lips against her own. Her mouth dropped and her arms lowered slightly in her surprise, she mouthed 'Ben.' She could see him jump slightly, his stance not so relaxed anymore, but electric blue eyes met sky blue ones and Jondy knew that this was not the scared boy from her childhood or the confused man that he had grown into, this was another person entirely. Then Logan was talking.

"What are you here for?"

"Did she take anything else?" The brunette asked, her full bottom lips forming a perpetual pout. Logan shrugged in response. Those brown eyes flicked to Jondy and there was a tiny spark that died almost immediately after it was born.

She looked back at Logan, having to tear her eyes away from the man that she knew wasn't Ben. "Money," she licked her lips, "told you, roots are bad." She smiled suddenly, showing off long fangs.

There was a high-pitched squeak and three heads swiveled around to see Zane holding a gun against the blonde's head. "I suggest you drop the artillery," he said very quietly. He looked at Jondy and shook his head, "miss me, J?"

"Horribly, Z." She made a few sniffling sounds for effect.

"Where did you come from?" Logan said quietly, edging towards Jondy.

"Bedroom window was open," Zane blinked at him. "You should lock that if you don't want company."

"I had a boyfriend like you once. You know what I told him?" Jondy started. Before Logan had the chance to answer he was on the ground his shotgun flying through the air, as Jondy's own handgun was trained at the woman with brown hair, her heavy boot keeping Logan on the ground. "That he was the worst lay I ever had. Uptight guys are just no fun in bed."

"Is that so?" The man she was trying not to think of as Ben asked.

"Mm hmm," She watched him for a long moment, and idly wondered if Max was anything like Ben had been. He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze but otherwise seemed unaffected by the sudden change of power around him.

"See, you aren't missing anything?" Max asked smiling at the brunette.

"Shut up!"

"The maturity level in the room just dropped…which is amazing 'cause I'm here." Jondy raised and eyebrow and smiled at the woman with brown hair in warning, when she started to move. "We aren't here to hurt anyone, we don't even want to hurt anyone" she let her foot press against Logan's chest until he groaned, "but we will if we have to." The brown eyes went hard when she heard Logan's groan but she stood relaxed under the gun. "I came for something that I have no intention of leaving without."

"Did you get what you came for, by the way?" Zane asked keeping his eye on the Ben look-alike warily.

"Yeah, but I have a concern."

He shot a glance at her, "what is it?"

"I don't exactly want them able to follow us…" she tisked at the brown haired woman who had started to inch towards her when she had looked at Zane. "Bad move, babe, we got guns and you got nothing…"

"A gun's not gonna do you any good," she cut in, her voice sounding like velvet.

"Even if you are a transgenic," Jondy finished undeterred.

"How did you…"

"Lucky guess," she cut her off, her eyes shifting to 'Max' meaningfully.

"I think I might have a solution," Zane's voice shook and Jondy wondered for a second what was so funny until he held up a pair of handcuffs.

"Where'd you get those, you rascal?"

"Chick had them on her."

Jondy wiggled her eyebrows down at Logan before looking at the blond, "naughty girl." She caught the cuffs that he threw her way with one hand and motioned Max over towards the brunette. "Hand cuff yourselves together," she ordered. She waited patiently as they did, both looking like caged beasts very ready to snap. Holding her hand up Zane tossed her the other pair of handcuffs he had kept out of view until then. "Now hand cuff yourselves to the pipe over there," Jondy smiled sweetly and tossed the cuffs to Max. He didn't move for a long moment but she lifted one eyebrow in challenge and lifted her gun a little higher. "Two genetically enhanced killing machines with guns…two without. Weigh the odds and…we win!"

"Maybe we can help you…" the brunette started.

"Yeah, ri-ight," Max rolled his eyes.

"Shut up."

She ignored the surprised looks she received and the banter just pleased when they did as she asked. "You don't have to do this," Logan spoke up from under her boot, calm for a man who had just found out what his catburglar was.

"Do what?" She asked as she looked down at him with wide blue eyes. "I haven't even done anything all that bad. Yes, I broke in, but its not like I hurt anything and…I'm even gonna leave the key to the handcuffs! I'm not steeling anything…not technically." She waved the hand that didn't hold the gun; "I just have copies."

"I thought you were stealing the statue."

She blinked at him and raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "I lied, I have sufficient blue hair dye to avoid roots for a while."

"Time to go," Zane called and motioned towards the bedroom.

"Animal…" Jondy bit her lip with a smile.

"Well, I deserve something for saving your ass."

"My hero," she looked down at Logan and cocked her head sideways. "Stay." She lifted her boot off of him, but kept the point of her gun on his gut. They backed out of the room with the blond still in Zane's grasp and Jondy waved, "it's been swell but the swellings gone down."

"We ready?"

"Uh huh." Zane handed her a key and with a smile she tossed it across the living room while Zane shoved the blond away from him and they took off through the bedroom window. They landed on their feet and Jondy gave Zane a huge grin, "that was more fun then I thought it would be."

"I should have known you were going to get into trouble," he ground out before they took off running.

"Yes, you should have!"