Partners in Crime
By Daughter of Endymion (Doe)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I wrote this, but the characters are owned by D.C. comics or whoever owns Batman and Superman.
Feedback: Yes'm.
Chapter 2- The Kidnapping of Superman
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"Lois," Clark spotted his partner walking over to his desk. "Did you find anything about the investigation?"
"I've found absolutely nothing."
"How is that possible that Lois Lane, star reporter of the Daily Planet, couldn't find something?" He smiled.
"I tried star labs, the scientist, the security guards, all of my snitches, and EVEN the police! And nothing."
"Just calm down will figure something out. Besides, I might have a lead."
"A lead! You have a lead?"
"Don't act so surprised."
"Sorry." She apologized. "Who is it?"
"Well. . .it's a woman."
"A woman, that's all you got?"
"Bruce, didn't really go into detail."
"Bruce? Bruce. . .who?"
"Wayne. Bruce Wayne."
"Bruce Wayne!"
"Yea."
"Why were you talking to Bruce Wayne?"
"Um, he was concerned about Superman and wanted to know if we knew anything about the stolen kryptonite."
"And he called you?"
"Yes, Lois. He called me."
"Why did he call you? I though he would of at least called me."
"Don't you want to hear about the lead?"
"Yes, do you know anything besides that she's a possible woman."
"Bruce said that he was going to talk to her."
"Oh, good." She said a little disappointedly. Clark got up from his chair hearing a cry for help in the distance.
"I'll be right back, Lois."
"Where are you going?" He gave her the "secret" look and she knew and sighed.
"Wait!" She called after him. "When did you start calling him, 'Bruce'?"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Now, Tessa I want you to wait in the van while I go inside."
"Why can't I go inside?"
"Cause we can't take that chance of you screwing this up."
"Aww, come on Cheyenne!" The blonde, the younger of the sisters, whined.
"No!" Said the dyed brunette.
"Pwease! Pwease! Pwease!"
"I can not believe we're in the same gene pool!" She screamed in frustration. "If I let you do this will you promise to be good for the rest of the job?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Alright," She gave up. "This is what you have to do."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Back inside the Daily Planet Lois was making frantic phone calls to anyone who might know the slightest bit of information about the "Kryptonite Kapers" as one of the more scandalous papers had dubbed them. Lois had read the article, fabrications and lies. She liked to at least to have truth in her articles.
"Lois Lane?" Lois looked up. There was a slim, blonde with giant round glasses and her hair was tasseled up in a loose pony tail.
"Yes."
"Hi, I'm Teresa Habsburg." Lois had a dazed look on her face. "I'm the new intern from Columbia. They did call and say that I was coming, didn't they? They gave me a form and-"
"It's fine. We'll get this straightened up." Lois said standing up and extending a hand which the girl shook. "So, you want to be a journalist?"
"Yes, very much so."
"That's good. That's very good." Lois had been "trained" interns before, but her kind of journalism often made the interns drop out, maybe it was because of all the life-and-death situations.
"Let me show you around. This is my desk, obviously. I write, make phone calls, interview sources here." She walked and Teresa followed. "This is Perry Whites office, he's-"
"Chief Editor." She smiled at her bright answer.
"Yes, very good."
"This is the copying machine were Jimmy here makes. . . well copies of things. Jimmy, this is the new intern Teresa."
"Hi," he said smiling his boyish grin.
"Hi," she smiled back with a similar charm.
"Very good," Lois couldn't stop herself from sarcastically saying 'very good'.
"This is the coffee machine where people get coffee, it's self explanatory."
"Do you mind if I have a cup?"
"Go right a head. Actually, I have a phone call to make so take your time."
"Thanks, Ms. Lane." Lois went back to her seat.
Taking a coffee pot in hand and a small green vile from her purse she was just about to add the liquid into the pot.
"Let me help you with that." Smiled, Jimmy. Teresa liked him and was momentarily distracted only to remember her mission and how badly she couldn't screw this up.
"Thanks, but I got it."
"Are you sure?" He said with puppy dog eyes.
"Actually, I could use some help." She said feigning, but inside her head she was screaming that she had to finish the mission.
He poured her a cup and she added cream and sugar.
"Do you want me to finish showing you around? Lois is great and all, but not exactly the greatest at giving tours."
She really wanted him to. He seemed like a nice guy.
"I really should wait until Lois gets off the phone."
"Oh," he said disappointedly. "If you change your mind."
"Thanks, Jimmy." He turned and walked away. Quickly removing the vile and uncapping it she added the few grams of the green liquid to the pot and it dissipated in color as the dark green over took the yellowish green.
She looked around. Lois was at her desk still on the phone and Jimmy was at the other end of the floor. 'This would make a nice life', she thought as she walked onto the elevator disappearing behind the closing doors with a cup of coffee in her hands.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Hey, Lois." It was Clark back from saving the world.
"Clark, I wanted to introduce you to someone."
"Who?"
"She was just here a minute ago."
"Who was it?" Clark asked again.
"Jimmy," Lois called over. "Did you see were Teresa went?"
"She was drinking coffee over by the coffee machine. Where'd she go?"
"Where'd who go?" Asked Clark, again.
"Teresa, she's the new intern."
"We were supposed to get a new intern?"
"I thought we were. Mmph, maybe she left. She did look a little flaky."
"We should go look for her, shouldn't we? I mean what if-"
"Oh, I got great news."
"What?" He asked curiously and forgetting about the missing intern.
"I contacted Star Labs for the fiftieth time today and I was beginning to think that they were getting slightly annoyed with me because the snotty secretary kept using that tone of voice-"
"Lois!" Clark, interrupted knowing that she was getting off onto a tangent like always.
"Right, the news. It seems that not just the samples of kryptonite was stolen. There is also certain files on an experiment that allows kryptonite to be melted."
"Why would someone want to melt kryptonite?"
"They said that the experiment was to find out how kryptonite could be defused genetically and changed so that they could find an antidote. Dr. Klein said that superman shouldn't worry since the information wasn't nearly complete and that only a super genius could figure it out."
Clark poured himself some coffee.
"That's good, then."
"Very good."
Clark took a sip of his coffee and swallowed choking as he did so. The coffee burned not in a scalding way, but in the acid type way that never had effected him before.
"Clark?" Asked Lois concerned. "Are you alright?" He was about to topple over and she went to hold him up being a poor substitute for his own strength that had magically disappeared.
"Lois. . . I . . ." he barely got out before he passed out.
"Jimmy! Tell Perry that I had to take Clark to the hospital!"
"Jeeze what happened?" Concerned flickered through his face.
"He just passed out?"
"From what?"
"I don't know." Lois was even more worried since Men of Steel don't usually pass out from coffee.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"This is working perfectly." Smiled the sinister brunette as she watched Lois Lane and a security guard carry Clark Kent out of the Daily Planet building.
"I did good then, Cheyenne?"
"You did wonderfully, baby sister."
"What do we do now?"
"Let's follow her."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Instead of the hospital Lois took Clark back to his apartment when she realized that the doctor think it was weird when their scalpel broke when they tried to cut him open. He was laying on his couch still unconscious.
She was pacing back and forth. An idea struck her that maybe she should call Clark's parents since they knew more about his illnesses then she did, but that would make them worry. She decided to wait it out.
"Riiiiiiiiiiiinnnng. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnng. Riiiiiiiiiiiiii-" She picked up her cell phone.
"Lois, where are you?"
"Perry?"
"Is Clark ok?"
"A. . ." She decided fibbing was the best option at the moment. "Yea, the doctors said it was just a bit of food poisoning."
"Oh, well, that's fine. But we need you here."
"I really don't think I should leave him alone right now."
"We've had a big break in the case against Lex Corp. We need you here. Now."
"Alright, I'll be there soon." And she hung up her phone. "Oh, Clark. I don't want to leave, but Perry. . . and this conversation would be a lot better if you were awake. You'll be fine. You have to be fine." Sighing she wrote a quick note for him if he actually woke up and left.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"God, I thought she'd never leave." Cheyenne got out of the van as Lois pulled down the street. "Come on Tess."
Clark's lock wasn't especially hard to break and they entered the house.
"So this is where the Man of Steel lives. For some reason I excepted more. Help, me pick his up. Would you stop playing with that!"
"Sorry." She dropped the remote.
"Just help me get him out of here and back into the van." The man of steel was apparently heavy when he slept and they hauled him into the vehicle.
"What do we do now?" Asked Tessa.
"Road trip."
"Road trip!" She squealed in delight. "Where?"
"Gotham."
By Daughter of Endymion (Doe)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I wrote this, but the characters are owned by D.C. comics or whoever owns Batman and Superman.
Feedback: Yes'm.
Chapter 2- The Kidnapping of Superman
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Lois," Clark spotted his partner walking over to his desk. "Did you find anything about the investigation?"
"I've found absolutely nothing."
"How is that possible that Lois Lane, star reporter of the Daily Planet, couldn't find something?" He smiled.
"I tried star labs, the scientist, the security guards, all of my snitches, and EVEN the police! And nothing."
"Just calm down will figure something out. Besides, I might have a lead."
"A lead! You have a lead?"
"Don't act so surprised."
"Sorry." She apologized. "Who is it?"
"Well. . .it's a woman."
"A woman, that's all you got?"
"Bruce, didn't really go into detail."
"Bruce? Bruce. . .who?"
"Wayne. Bruce Wayne."
"Bruce Wayne!"
"Yea."
"Why were you talking to Bruce Wayne?"
"Um, he was concerned about Superman and wanted to know if we knew anything about the stolen kryptonite."
"And he called you?"
"Yes, Lois. He called me."
"Why did he call you? I though he would of at least called me."
"Don't you want to hear about the lead?"
"Yes, do you know anything besides that she's a possible woman."
"Bruce said that he was going to talk to her."
"Oh, good." She said a little disappointedly. Clark got up from his chair hearing a cry for help in the distance.
"I'll be right back, Lois."
"Where are you going?" He gave her the "secret" look and she knew and sighed.
"Wait!" She called after him. "When did you start calling him, 'Bruce'?"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Now, Tessa I want you to wait in the van while I go inside."
"Why can't I go inside?"
"Cause we can't take that chance of you screwing this up."
"Aww, come on Cheyenne!" The blonde, the younger of the sisters, whined.
"No!" Said the dyed brunette.
"Pwease! Pwease! Pwease!"
"I can not believe we're in the same gene pool!" She screamed in frustration. "If I let you do this will you promise to be good for the rest of the job?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Alright," She gave up. "This is what you have to do."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Back inside the Daily Planet Lois was making frantic phone calls to anyone who might know the slightest bit of information about the "Kryptonite Kapers" as one of the more scandalous papers had dubbed them. Lois had read the article, fabrications and lies. She liked to at least to have truth in her articles.
"Lois Lane?" Lois looked up. There was a slim, blonde with giant round glasses and her hair was tasseled up in a loose pony tail.
"Yes."
"Hi, I'm Teresa Habsburg." Lois had a dazed look on her face. "I'm the new intern from Columbia. They did call and say that I was coming, didn't they? They gave me a form and-"
"It's fine. We'll get this straightened up." Lois said standing up and extending a hand which the girl shook. "So, you want to be a journalist?"
"Yes, very much so."
"That's good. That's very good." Lois had been "trained" interns before, but her kind of journalism often made the interns drop out, maybe it was because of all the life-and-death situations.
"Let me show you around. This is my desk, obviously. I write, make phone calls, interview sources here." She walked and Teresa followed. "This is Perry Whites office, he's-"
"Chief Editor." She smiled at her bright answer.
"Yes, very good."
"This is the copying machine were Jimmy here makes. . . well copies of things. Jimmy, this is the new intern Teresa."
"Hi," he said smiling his boyish grin.
"Hi," she smiled back with a similar charm.
"Very good," Lois couldn't stop herself from sarcastically saying 'very good'.
"This is the coffee machine where people get coffee, it's self explanatory."
"Do you mind if I have a cup?"
"Go right a head. Actually, I have a phone call to make so take your time."
"Thanks, Ms. Lane." Lois went back to her seat.
Taking a coffee pot in hand and a small green vile from her purse she was just about to add the liquid into the pot.
"Let me help you with that." Smiled, Jimmy. Teresa liked him and was momentarily distracted only to remember her mission and how badly she couldn't screw this up.
"Thanks, but I got it."
"Are you sure?" He said with puppy dog eyes.
"Actually, I could use some help." She said feigning, but inside her head she was screaming that she had to finish the mission.
He poured her a cup and she added cream and sugar.
"Do you want me to finish showing you around? Lois is great and all, but not exactly the greatest at giving tours."
She really wanted him to. He seemed like a nice guy.
"I really should wait until Lois gets off the phone."
"Oh," he said disappointedly. "If you change your mind."
"Thanks, Jimmy." He turned and walked away. Quickly removing the vile and uncapping it she added the few grams of the green liquid to the pot and it dissipated in color as the dark green over took the yellowish green.
She looked around. Lois was at her desk still on the phone and Jimmy was at the other end of the floor. 'This would make a nice life', she thought as she walked onto the elevator disappearing behind the closing doors with a cup of coffee in her hands.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Hey, Lois." It was Clark back from saving the world.
"Clark, I wanted to introduce you to someone."
"Who?"
"She was just here a minute ago."
"Who was it?" Clark asked again.
"Jimmy," Lois called over. "Did you see were Teresa went?"
"She was drinking coffee over by the coffee machine. Where'd she go?"
"Where'd who go?" Asked Clark, again.
"Teresa, she's the new intern."
"We were supposed to get a new intern?"
"I thought we were. Mmph, maybe she left. She did look a little flaky."
"We should go look for her, shouldn't we? I mean what if-"
"Oh, I got great news."
"What?" He asked curiously and forgetting about the missing intern.
"I contacted Star Labs for the fiftieth time today and I was beginning to think that they were getting slightly annoyed with me because the snotty secretary kept using that tone of voice-"
"Lois!" Clark, interrupted knowing that she was getting off onto a tangent like always.
"Right, the news. It seems that not just the samples of kryptonite was stolen. There is also certain files on an experiment that allows kryptonite to be melted."
"Why would someone want to melt kryptonite?"
"They said that the experiment was to find out how kryptonite could be defused genetically and changed so that they could find an antidote. Dr. Klein said that superman shouldn't worry since the information wasn't nearly complete and that only a super genius could figure it out."
Clark poured himself some coffee.
"That's good, then."
"Very good."
Clark took a sip of his coffee and swallowed choking as he did so. The coffee burned not in a scalding way, but in the acid type way that never had effected him before.
"Clark?" Asked Lois concerned. "Are you alright?" He was about to topple over and she went to hold him up being a poor substitute for his own strength that had magically disappeared.
"Lois. . . I . . ." he barely got out before he passed out.
"Jimmy! Tell Perry that I had to take Clark to the hospital!"
"Jeeze what happened?" Concerned flickered through his face.
"He just passed out?"
"From what?"
"I don't know." Lois was even more worried since Men of Steel don't usually pass out from coffee.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"This is working perfectly." Smiled the sinister brunette as she watched Lois Lane and a security guard carry Clark Kent out of the Daily Planet building.
"I did good then, Cheyenne?"
"You did wonderfully, baby sister."
"What do we do now?"
"Let's follow her."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Instead of the hospital Lois took Clark back to his apartment when she realized that the doctor think it was weird when their scalpel broke when they tried to cut him open. He was laying on his couch still unconscious.
She was pacing back and forth. An idea struck her that maybe she should call Clark's parents since they knew more about his illnesses then she did, but that would make them worry. She decided to wait it out.
"Riiiiiiiiiiiinnnng. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnng. Riiiiiiiiiiiiii-" She picked up her cell phone.
"Lois, where are you?"
"Perry?"
"Is Clark ok?"
"A. . ." She decided fibbing was the best option at the moment. "Yea, the doctors said it was just a bit of food poisoning."
"Oh, well, that's fine. But we need you here."
"I really don't think I should leave him alone right now."
"We've had a big break in the case against Lex Corp. We need you here. Now."
"Alright, I'll be there soon." And she hung up her phone. "Oh, Clark. I don't want to leave, but Perry. . . and this conversation would be a lot better if you were awake. You'll be fine. You have to be fine." Sighing she wrote a quick note for him if he actually woke up and left.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"God, I thought she'd never leave." Cheyenne got out of the van as Lois pulled down the street. "Come on Tess."
Clark's lock wasn't especially hard to break and they entered the house.
"So this is where the Man of Steel lives. For some reason I excepted more. Help, me pick his up. Would you stop playing with that!"
"Sorry." She dropped the remote.
"Just help me get him out of here and back into the van." The man of steel was apparently heavy when he slept and they hauled him into the vehicle.
"What do we do now?" Asked Tessa.
"Road trip."
"Road trip!" She squealed in delight. "Where?"
"Gotham."