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Disclaimer:  I do not own any of the Rumiko Takahashi characters named here, nor do I own the rights to Charlie's Angels.  I also don't own any money, so it would do no good to sue me.

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"Oh, Sesshomaru," Kagura whispered in his ear.  "That was wonderful, darling."  She moved her soft body beneath him, sending out waves of renewed pleasure he could feel all the way to his toes.  "I want to stay here with you forever," she sighed.

He felt his body yearning for her again, wanting only to touch and taste and hold her.  He kissed her deeply, stroking her delicate curves and reveling in her tiny gasps of pleasure.  She was his, the missing piece of his soul.  Her fingers ran through his hair, tugging gently as he lowered his mouth to her –

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"

Sesshomaru's eyes yanked open as he heard Koga's yell from the other room.  He looked at the other side of the bed, half-expecting to see Kagura.  Damn – it had just been a dream.  He groaned and buried his face back in his pillow.

Pillow?  The last thing he remembered was lying on the bathroom floor.  How had he wound up in his bed?

He could hear Kagura and Koga screeching at each other from another room.  Koga was calling her names, and Kagura was screaming at him to be quiet.  A horrible smell passed his nose.  Something burning?  He jumped out of bed, grabbing his robe as he left the room.  The smell was decidedly worse as he approached the kitchen.  Gagging, he stumbled into the smoke-filled room and threw open the window.  A cloud of steam and smoke was pouring from the sink where Koga was running cold water over a blackened mass.  Kagura was yelling at Koga and throwing spoons at him.

"Kagura," Sesshomaru caught her hand before she could throw the plate now in her hand.  She had apparently run out of spoons.  "Calm down and stop throwing things.  Koga's face looks bad enough as it is.  You didn't black his eye, did you?"  She shook her head.  "Well, I'm sure he'll tell me about it later."  He turned to his partner.  "Koga, is the fire completely out?"

Koga nodded, glaring at Kagura.  "That stupid bitch," Koga pointed at Kagura, "tried to cook ramen in a plastic container on top of the stove!  She's an incompetent idiot who's going to wind up killing us in our sleep!"

Kagura glared at him.  "So I can't cook!" she hissed.  "I never claimed I could!  That's no reason to come in here yelling at me like I set fire to the kitchen on purpose!"

"So if you can't cook, why were you even in here?" Koga yelled back.

Kagura's face crumpled.  "Rin was hungry and she asked me to make some ramen," she mumbled, looking at the floor.  "Sesshomaru was sleeping off that migraine so I thought I'd help out.  I was just trying to make Rin happy."  She sounded close to crying.

"Go," Sesshomaru said quietly to Koga as he pointed to the door.  "See if you can find Rin.  She's probably hiding in her closet from the shouting.  I'll handle this," he waved towards the charred debris.

Kagura was still staring at her shoes, blinking back tears.  Sesshomaru placed an arm around her shoulder.  "It appears you've fallen victim to the worst habit anyone can have," he told her, handing her a tissue from a nearby box.

"What's that?" Kagura sniffled.

"Trying to make Rin happy.  I'm warning you, it's very addictive," he smiled.  "Next thing you know, you'll find yourself paying outrageous amounts of money for hair bows and stuffed animals.  I'm thinking of entering a recovery program, myself."

Sesshomaru could see Kagura trying to hide her grin.  "I bought her three pairs of shoes today," she admitted, "and a book about puppies."

His mouth twitched.  "It's probably too late for you, then."  He grabbed the congealed lump of plastic and threw it in the trash.  "If Her Highness desires ramen, then ramen is what she will have," Sesshomaru said as he put a pot of water on to boil.  He pulled a chair from the table to seat Kagura and then joined her.  "By the way, I forgot to say thank you."

"For what?" Kagura asked.

"I don't remember anything beyond the bathroom floor.  I figure you must have put me to bed," Sesshomaru answered.  "I'm grateful; that floor is a pretty hard place to sleep."

"Oh, it was nothing."  She fidgeted.  "Um, that's a really pretty robe you're wearing," Kagura said, looking away in obvious embarrassment.

Sesshomaru looked down at the cherry-blossom covered silk.  He had fallen so far out of his role that he'd sat down at the table like a man, and the opened robe left very little to the imagination.  "Ooops," he said, drawing it back in place.  "Sorry about that."

His cell phone lying on the counter started to hum.  Sesshomaru recognized the number as he picked it up.  Jaken at headquarters was checking in.  Sesshomaru excused himself from the kitchen and took the call to his room.

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"Inu-Yasha, are you in there?"

Kagome was pounding on his door.  Inu-Yasha yanked it open, catching her as she stumbled inside.  "Now my day's finally improving," he said, kissing her.  "I was beginning to think – ow!"

"P-chan, no!" Kagome was scolding the small black pig she held.  The pig wriggled in her arms and squealed at Inu-Yasha.  "Isn't he just the cutest thing?" Kagome asked Inu-Yasha.  She hugged the pig and kissed the tip of his nose.

Inu-Yasha scowled at the interloper.  "P-chan?" he asked.  "Where'd you get this thing?"  He picked the pig up and looked at it.  "Figures," he snorted.  "It's a male."

"He was being chased by Kurama and his posse," Kagome told him.  "They were trying to perform some kind of exorcism on him or something.  I couldn't let the poor helpless animal get hurt!"  Kagome set the squealing pig down and let him run around Inu-Yasha's rooms.  "He's wearing a scarf with a locket tied to it that says P-chan," she continued.  "I need to find his owner."

"Feh," Inu-Yasha said.  "He's probably supposed to be the main attraction at tonight's dinner.  The restaurant will be calling as we speak."  He leaned down and spoke to the pig.  "Are you going to be turned into Gee Yok Beng or Cha Siu Bao?"  The pig squealed loudly and bit Inu-Yasha's finger.

"Oh, the poor little thing's scared to death," Kagome said.  "Inu-Yasha, would you watch him for me while I go to the security briefing?"

"Babysit a pig?  Are you crazy?"

"Please, Inu-Yasha?  I won't be very long and he can just stay here in your rooms."  Kagome put her arms around his neck and drew him to her.  "Please, for me?"  She kissed him slowly, running her hands down his back.

"Well, since you're asking so nicely…" he grumbled, reluctantly parting from her as the pig charged them.

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I hate Naraku.  He's the one that gets me into these situations.  He can just find someone else to torture, because when this job is over, I'm quitting for good.

Kagura emptied the ramen into a bowl for Rin and silently handed it to the child.  Rin looked at her fearfully; as if she was afraid Kagura would walk out the door and leave forever.  Which is exactly what I will be doing at the end of this assignment, no matter how much it hurts Rin.  I hate myself.

"Miss Kagura?" Rin asked.  "Are you still mad at Uncle Koga?  I'm sorry I wanted ramen," she added miserably.

"Oh Rin," Kagura hugged her.  "It's not your fault I can't cook.  And it certainly isn't your fault Uncle Koga and I have terrible tempers."  She cupped the girl's face in her hands.  "Rin, grownups get in fights sometimes; just like kids do.  It doesn't mean anything bad is going to happen, it just means we need to apologize to each other.  And I'll tell Uncle Koga I'm sorry, okay?"

Rin nodded happily and started slurping her ramen.  Kagura ruffled her hair, wondering how in the world she was ever going to be able to leave this child wrapped so tightly around her heartstrings.  Maybe Sesshomaru could use an au pair on a regular basis…

She blanched.  She'd never be able to stay around Sesshomaru; in fact, she needed to get away from him as soon as possible.  When he was around, all she could think about was his calm, smooth voice and his gorgeous hair and tightly muscled body.  She'd realized he was strong, but seeing him lying on the floor wearing nothing but that skimpy towel this afternoon had placed an entirely different picture of him in her mind.  He had seemed so fierce and hard and male, and when that towel slipped while she was helping him into bed – her cheeks stained red at the memory and she swallowed.  He was absolutely beautiful.  It had taken every bit of willpower she possessed not to climb right in that bed with him.

Kagura allowed herself to fantasize about a normal life, one where she didn't have to work nutty hours and spy on cross dressers.  She would walk in the door every evening, and Rin would squeal excitedly and jump into her arms.  The smell of something wonderful would be coming from the kitchen, where she'd find Sesshomaru cooking dinner.  She'd wrap her arms around him and nuzzle his neck.  The baby would be jabbering in the highchair and the other children would cling to her legs, begging to be picked up as well…

What the hell?  When did her fantasies start becoming so - domestic?  She groaned.  A more likely scenario was one where Koga was coming home to Sesshomaru, who would look gorgeous in a red evening dress with matching heels and purse.  Meanwhile, she would be working for the Hellsent Detective Agency until she either married someone like Kuno or killed her boss, whichever came first.

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"Miroku, are you sure about this?" Sango asked.  She leaned back against him and turned off the movie they were watching.  Her long legs draped over the end of the couch.

Miroku played with a strand of her hair.  "I checked with my own sources after hearing Inu-Yasha's story.  He told the truth – their father was found murdered with his own sword, just like Inu-Yasha said.  The authorities blamed the death on Vicious Dragon."

"Then that would mean Sesshomaru is out as one of the suspects," Sango said thoughtfully.  "I've never wanted to think of him as a criminal anyway.  It's hard to picture an assassin with such a sweet little girl."

Miroku frowned.  "I hate to bring this to your attention Sango, but you'd better not put him out of the picture yet."

"But Miroku, why?"

"He was supposed to be at a business conference in another city when the murder happened, but my source says he never showed.  He also has a passion for collecting old weapons."

"So what does that prove?" asked Sango.  "That doesn't sound like incentive to kill his own father."

"It proves nothing," admitted Miroku.  "But did you know he inherited every bit of his father's fortune?  Inu-Yasha was completely excluded from the will.  And money…"

"Money talks," finished Sango.

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A/N:  Okay, if anyone started having a heart attack at the opening chapter sequence, I apologize.  Let me know if you think it exceeds a PG-13 rating and I'll change it. (The rating, not the scene.  Do you know how hard I had to work on that little bit of smut?)

CJ:  Migraines do suck.  I wrote that piece straight from experience *blechhh*  I might work in your suggestion if I can find a place for it.

Sandalwoods:  I'm glad that scene reminds you of old time novels, 'cause I love 'em.  Georgette Heyer = my hero.

Kakera No Yume:  Sesshy took that many pills because migraines really suck.  See above reference :D

Asteria:  Koga is definitely a rookie agent.  If he keeps this up, he'll be investigating new career options.

Thanks again to all my reviewers!  Big hugs!