"Miss Relena…" Trev whined as he pushed the soap away. "Why do I have to use that stuff?"
Chuckling, Relena explained. "So you'll look and smell pretty."
"But I'm a boy, I'm not suppose to do anything pretty!" he objected and moved to the far end of the tub hoping she could not reach him.
Stretching out her arm, Relena tried to grab him, but her fingertips barely brushed Trev.
Feeling safe from the horrible soap, Trev smiled and dunked his head under the water.
'It's so warm in here,' he thought as the hot tub jets pushed perfectly warm water against his sides.
Thinking it safe Trev popped his head up and sat up straight.
"I GOT YOU!" Relena exclaimed as she pored shampoo over his head.
"NO FAIR, YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSE TO WALK AROUND THE TUB!"
"Don't yell," Relena said calmly as she rubbed the shampoo into his scalp. "Besides you don't really want to keep smelling like dirt and sweat, do you?"
Trev sat still for Relena, but was pouting as he stared off at the far wall. 'I guess resistance is futile,' he thought with dismay. Out loud he replied with, "I'll take dirt over raspberry bliss or whatever that stuff is."
Chuckling, Relena started rinsing his hair. "It's peach."
Trev closed his eyes and listened to Relena's soft voice as she gently pored clean water over his head.
"You maybe cuter than anything but you're still all boy. Now, don't wiggle any more or I'll use the conditioner with the most girlish label!"
Trev stifled his objections and instead enjoyed the attention.
It was nice to have an adult talk to you without yelling and complaining about everything you did wrong.
Despite how the morning had started things were turning out rather nicely.
It had been the usual morning routine, he woke up to hearing the TV blaring in the main room.
Ona was already out of the little bed they shared. Thinking she was making breakfast, or
attempting to find any, Trev had hopped out of bed and started looking around for his clothes.
"Resistance is futile!"
The sudden shout caused Trev to jump, but the crazy laughter fallowing left him shaking.
"Millie? Millie!" Trev called out as he walked into the living room.
"What?"
Millie was laying stretched out on the couch facing the television set.
"Who was that man?" Trev was standing so that the door partly hid him from any unexpected harm. Should anyone try jumping out at him he would already have enough of a head start to dive under his bed.
Millie pulled out a cigarette. "Quit your whining, it was just the TV." Using an already lit smoke she puffed on her new one. "I swear, you'd run in fear if a cat said boo!"
Trev laughing replied," Cat's don't say boo they say meow." Coming out of his room, Trev ran around the coach meowing like a cat.
"Shut up! I can't see my show!" Millie cried out.
Trev stopped right in-between Millie and the TV. "You say the funniest things Mil, you can still see the TV if I'm talking."
"I said shut up, now do it!"
"Kay, don't yell..." Trev pushed empty bear cans out of the way and sat down on the floor to watch TV.
"You're lucky it's just commercials right now, but when it's back on I don't want to hear a
word out of you. Got it?
"I get it."
"Finished! Now you can play all you want." Relena grabbed a towel and dried her arms with it.
Fearing she might leave Trev called out to her, "Relena?"
"Yes?"
"Uhmmm... Do you like the circus?"
"Of coerce, I don't think I've ever met someone who doesn't. Why do you ask?"
"Next to the circus lady, you're the nicest girl I've ever met."
"What about Ona? She's very nice."
"She's not a girl, she's my sister."
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"Wufei! Time to wake up, sleepy."
"Just five more minutes..."
Leaning in the door frame Sally looked down at her partner.
In his Preventers uniform Wufei was sleeping half in his chair and half on his office desk.
'How anyone could sleep like that is beyond me,' Sally thought before making another attempt to wake up the young man.
"WUFEI, EARTH IS UNDER ATTACK!"
'Nothing, he didn't even twitch.' With dismay Sally decided only the dirtiest trick would work in this case.
"Hey, Wufei. Is that Shinlong Duo is painting pink?"
"I'LL SEND THE GOD OF DEATH HOME FOR GOOD!" As he was jumping out of his seat, Wufei reaches out one hand for the closest weapon.
As Wufei stood in the center of the room holding his stapler pointed at Sally, she busts out laughing.
"I'm so scared!" She cried out in between laughs. "Are you going to staple my lips shut?"
"At least you'll stop making false reports." Lowering his weapon, Wufei yawned. "Why did you disturb me? I was trying to do some research."
Walking into the small office, Sally sat down in Wufie's once vacant chair.
"You looked like you were really working hard."
Sally almost bursts out laughing again at the sheepish look on Wufei's face.
"I was merely taking a break," He said in his defiance.
"A break does sound nice, what do you think of grabbing some coffee?"
Wufei placed the stapler back on the desk before stretching his stiff limbs. "Sounds good, but I need to call Trowa first. Did you get the information?"
"Yes." Sighing, Sally placed a folder on the desk in front of her. "The conference being held at the Preston Hotel is pretty standard. There's going to be a few extra faces, young upstarts wanting a chance to be scene with the big boys."
Sally tosses one swirl of hair over her shoulder before she continues. "Without knowing what I'm looking for it's hard to find anything suspicious."
"What about the agenda? What are the topics being discussed?"
Sally opens the folder and scans two pages. "The official welcoming of a newly elected Senator and addressing some concerns about trade between L1 and L4. Like I said, it's pretty basic. The only thing I see that stands out at all is a speech Miss Relena is expected to give on P239."
"P239? Isn't that gun control?"
Sally nods. "Yeah, according to all expectations Relena will be it's mean supporter while
Ishino will be leading those apposed."
Watching her partner and friend for many years, Sally waited for the eruption. Weather she asked for it or not Sally had no doubt that Wufei would express his own opinions on gun control.
"It'll never work," he says calmly while doing his Ti-chi.
'He's growing up,' Sally thought. "Just how do you think this will help Trowa?"
"Don't know, but he wanted to correct information and I'm giving it to him. Did you find anything else out?"
"He asked about Aya Obana and I couldn't dig anything else up on her that he probably doesn't already know."
Sally flips threw the folder before going on.
"Her mother is Mitsuko Obana, a reporter from Japan who was stationed in England.
She gave birth to Aya after being there for four months, so she must have already been pregnant, also Aya's father is unknown. While Mitsuko had lots of boyfriends in
Japan she was never married and there wasn't a particular guy she seemed to like. Aya was sent to the finest English boarding school and was a straight A student. Receiving many honors she went on to college to study journalism, she minored in politics. One day Ishino gave a speech at Aya's college, they met and some how she became his sectary.
As the years went by, Aya gained more and more control over Ishino's career. Miss Aya is rather ambitious and so far I've fond more people who wouldn't mind coming across her in a dark ally than those who would spit on Ishino."
"So the prime suspect is a more likely target. Do you think there's any chance that miss Aya is the intended victim and that Ishino is a distraction?"
"Nope, when people send those kinds of letters it's to taunt the victim. Why does Trowa suspect Miss Aya?"
"She's a control freak, nothing could possibly happen without her knowing about it. So even if she's not involved, it's important to watch Miss Aya."
"Okay. But Trowa also made some comment about thinking she might take advantage of the situation. What did he mean by that?"
"Neither Trowa or I think Aya wrote any of the letters. However one possibility is this.
Ishino and other senators receive threats all of the time, when he starts getting these letters, witch are no different from thousands of letters sent to the government daily she doesn't take them seriously. However at some point Aya and him have a fall out, so she decides to use them.
She Fakes being concerned and hires bodyguards. At the right moment she kills The Senator and says it was the wacko who had been threatening him. But because she would not allow any kind of investigation we don't know who the wacko is and then she shifts the attention of the media onto the guard who failed to do his job. The world, or at least those in it who cares, are so absorbed in blaming the guard for screwing up that they for get to worry about a killer being on the lose."
"Great story, have you and Trowa ever considered becoming mystery writers?"
Having looked quite proud of his theory, Wufei glared at Sally. "You don't think it's possible?"
"It could happen, but there's a problem. You have yet to give a real motive for Aya to even want Ishino dead. Everything on her shows that she has devoted the last five years to him and his career. Since Aya has made so many enemies if Ishino dies her job goes with him."
Wufei kicked at the carpet. "So we still need to find out a motive to make things perfect."
Sally rolled her eyes. "And as far as I can tell this isn't a Preventers matter, Une doesn't
even know I've been looking into any of this during my lunch breaks."
"Until Ishino says other wise Trowa wants this to remain hush-hush, have you told anyone else?"
Insulted, it was Sally's turn to glare. "You know I didn't."
"Just checking..."
Chuckling, Relena explained. "So you'll look and smell pretty."
"But I'm a boy, I'm not suppose to do anything pretty!" he objected and moved to the far end of the tub hoping she could not reach him.
Stretching out her arm, Relena tried to grab him, but her fingertips barely brushed Trev.
Feeling safe from the horrible soap, Trev smiled and dunked his head under the water.
'It's so warm in here,' he thought as the hot tub jets pushed perfectly warm water against his sides.
Thinking it safe Trev popped his head up and sat up straight.
"I GOT YOU!" Relena exclaimed as she pored shampoo over his head.
"NO FAIR, YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSE TO WALK AROUND THE TUB!"
"Don't yell," Relena said calmly as she rubbed the shampoo into his scalp. "Besides you don't really want to keep smelling like dirt and sweat, do you?"
Trev sat still for Relena, but was pouting as he stared off at the far wall. 'I guess resistance is futile,' he thought with dismay. Out loud he replied with, "I'll take dirt over raspberry bliss or whatever that stuff is."
Chuckling, Relena started rinsing his hair. "It's peach."
Trev closed his eyes and listened to Relena's soft voice as she gently pored clean water over his head.
"You maybe cuter than anything but you're still all boy. Now, don't wiggle any more or I'll use the conditioner with the most girlish label!"
Trev stifled his objections and instead enjoyed the attention.
It was nice to have an adult talk to you without yelling and complaining about everything you did wrong.
Despite how the morning had started things were turning out rather nicely.
It had been the usual morning routine, he woke up to hearing the TV blaring in the main room.
Ona was already out of the little bed they shared. Thinking she was making breakfast, or
attempting to find any, Trev had hopped out of bed and started looking around for his clothes.
"Resistance is futile!"
The sudden shout caused Trev to jump, but the crazy laughter fallowing left him shaking.
"Millie? Millie!" Trev called out as he walked into the living room.
"What?"
Millie was laying stretched out on the couch facing the television set.
"Who was that man?" Trev was standing so that the door partly hid him from any unexpected harm. Should anyone try jumping out at him he would already have enough of a head start to dive under his bed.
Millie pulled out a cigarette. "Quit your whining, it was just the TV." Using an already lit smoke she puffed on her new one. "I swear, you'd run in fear if a cat said boo!"
Trev laughing replied," Cat's don't say boo they say meow." Coming out of his room, Trev ran around the coach meowing like a cat.
"Shut up! I can't see my show!" Millie cried out.
Trev stopped right in-between Millie and the TV. "You say the funniest things Mil, you can still see the TV if I'm talking."
"I said shut up, now do it!"
"Kay, don't yell..." Trev pushed empty bear cans out of the way and sat down on the floor to watch TV.
"You're lucky it's just commercials right now, but when it's back on I don't want to hear a
word out of you. Got it?
"I get it."
"Finished! Now you can play all you want." Relena grabbed a towel and dried her arms with it.
Fearing she might leave Trev called out to her, "Relena?"
"Yes?"
"Uhmmm... Do you like the circus?"
"Of coerce, I don't think I've ever met someone who doesn't. Why do you ask?"
"Next to the circus lady, you're the nicest girl I've ever met."
"What about Ona? She's very nice."
"She's not a girl, she's my sister."
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"Wufei! Time to wake up, sleepy."
"Just five more minutes..."
Leaning in the door frame Sally looked down at her partner.
In his Preventers uniform Wufei was sleeping half in his chair and half on his office desk.
'How anyone could sleep like that is beyond me,' Sally thought before making another attempt to wake up the young man.
"WUFEI, EARTH IS UNDER ATTACK!"
'Nothing, he didn't even twitch.' With dismay Sally decided only the dirtiest trick would work in this case.
"Hey, Wufei. Is that Shinlong Duo is painting pink?"
"I'LL SEND THE GOD OF DEATH HOME FOR GOOD!" As he was jumping out of his seat, Wufei reaches out one hand for the closest weapon.
As Wufei stood in the center of the room holding his stapler pointed at Sally, she busts out laughing.
"I'm so scared!" She cried out in between laughs. "Are you going to staple my lips shut?"
"At least you'll stop making false reports." Lowering his weapon, Wufei yawned. "Why did you disturb me? I was trying to do some research."
Walking into the small office, Sally sat down in Wufie's once vacant chair.
"You looked like you were really working hard."
Sally almost bursts out laughing again at the sheepish look on Wufei's face.
"I was merely taking a break," He said in his defiance.
"A break does sound nice, what do you think of grabbing some coffee?"
Wufei placed the stapler back on the desk before stretching his stiff limbs. "Sounds good, but I need to call Trowa first. Did you get the information?"
"Yes." Sighing, Sally placed a folder on the desk in front of her. "The conference being held at the Preston Hotel is pretty standard. There's going to be a few extra faces, young upstarts wanting a chance to be scene with the big boys."
Sally tosses one swirl of hair over her shoulder before she continues. "Without knowing what I'm looking for it's hard to find anything suspicious."
"What about the agenda? What are the topics being discussed?"
Sally opens the folder and scans two pages. "The official welcoming of a newly elected Senator and addressing some concerns about trade between L1 and L4. Like I said, it's pretty basic. The only thing I see that stands out at all is a speech Miss Relena is expected to give on P239."
"P239? Isn't that gun control?"
Sally nods. "Yeah, according to all expectations Relena will be it's mean supporter while
Ishino will be leading those apposed."
Watching her partner and friend for many years, Sally waited for the eruption. Weather she asked for it or not Sally had no doubt that Wufei would express his own opinions on gun control.
"It'll never work," he says calmly while doing his Ti-chi.
'He's growing up,' Sally thought. "Just how do you think this will help Trowa?"
"Don't know, but he wanted to correct information and I'm giving it to him. Did you find anything else out?"
"He asked about Aya Obana and I couldn't dig anything else up on her that he probably doesn't already know."
Sally flips threw the folder before going on.
"Her mother is Mitsuko Obana, a reporter from Japan who was stationed in England.
She gave birth to Aya after being there for four months, so she must have already been pregnant, also Aya's father is unknown. While Mitsuko had lots of boyfriends in
Japan she was never married and there wasn't a particular guy she seemed to like. Aya was sent to the finest English boarding school and was a straight A student. Receiving many honors she went on to college to study journalism, she minored in politics. One day Ishino gave a speech at Aya's college, they met and some how she became his sectary.
As the years went by, Aya gained more and more control over Ishino's career. Miss Aya is rather ambitious and so far I've fond more people who wouldn't mind coming across her in a dark ally than those who would spit on Ishino."
"So the prime suspect is a more likely target. Do you think there's any chance that miss Aya is the intended victim and that Ishino is a distraction?"
"Nope, when people send those kinds of letters it's to taunt the victim. Why does Trowa suspect Miss Aya?"
"She's a control freak, nothing could possibly happen without her knowing about it. So even if she's not involved, it's important to watch Miss Aya."
"Okay. But Trowa also made some comment about thinking she might take advantage of the situation. What did he mean by that?"
"Neither Trowa or I think Aya wrote any of the letters. However one possibility is this.
Ishino and other senators receive threats all of the time, when he starts getting these letters, witch are no different from thousands of letters sent to the government daily she doesn't take them seriously. However at some point Aya and him have a fall out, so she decides to use them.
She Fakes being concerned and hires bodyguards. At the right moment she kills The Senator and says it was the wacko who had been threatening him. But because she would not allow any kind of investigation we don't know who the wacko is and then she shifts the attention of the media onto the guard who failed to do his job. The world, or at least those in it who cares, are so absorbed in blaming the guard for screwing up that they for get to worry about a killer being on the lose."
"Great story, have you and Trowa ever considered becoming mystery writers?"
Having looked quite proud of his theory, Wufei glared at Sally. "You don't think it's possible?"
"It could happen, but there's a problem. You have yet to give a real motive for Aya to even want Ishino dead. Everything on her shows that she has devoted the last five years to him and his career. Since Aya has made so many enemies if Ishino dies her job goes with him."
Wufei kicked at the carpet. "So we still need to find out a motive to make things perfect."
Sally rolled her eyes. "And as far as I can tell this isn't a Preventers matter, Une doesn't
even know I've been looking into any of this during my lunch breaks."
"Until Ishino says other wise Trowa wants this to remain hush-hush, have you told anyone else?"
Insulted, it was Sally's turn to glare. "You know I didn't."
"Just checking..."