I don't own Cowboy Bebop or any of the characters. Oh, but if I did. Hehhehheh...

Anyways, this is not my first fanfic, it's just the first one I've actually shown to the public. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Keep in mind, this is only the first chapter. More to come.

Untamed Desire

"You have 30 seconds, Spike! Get the hell out of there!"
Jet's voice boomed over the radio, but Spike chose to ignore it. If he didn't finish this everone on the Bebop is going to starve for another few days. He watched as the bay doors leading out into the cold endless depths of space began to open. "Damnit." Spike made his way through the cargo bay to the old refrigerator and opened it. When he saw that it was empty he swore again and floated through the air to the corner of the room where he found boxes of old food. "This'll have to do." He grabbed an armful of boxes and turned to leave but when he started to feel cold, he looked towards the doors once more and noticed himself being pulled towards space. "Jet! Shut the doors!"
"Why the hell are they opened?!"
Spike stuffed the boxes of food in his coat and started 'swimming' towards the exit. He finally got to it and quickly opened the door and closed it tight behind him. He sighed and leaned against the door, sliding to the floor in a sitting position. "Damn..." He pulled out a box and opened it, eating whatever was in it, he didn't pay much attention.

The long yellow sofa in the living room of the Bebop was currently serving as a bed for Spike. Jet had been cooking the crap that was in those boxes all day and Spike was getting tired of waiting. He risked his neck for that stupid food and he wanted it now.
Jet walked in with two plates in his hand and he set one down on the in table next to Spike and he himself sat across from him. "How did the damn doors open anyway, Spike?"
"Don't know." Spike kicked himself to a sitting position and turned to the food.
"You had to have done it somehow, I know it wasn't me."
Spike sighed and started eating the food. He took a tentative bite and as soon as he did he regretting ever salvaging it. He looked at Jet, who obvisouly didn't like it either but ate it none the less. With a lot of hesitation and coaxing from himself, Spike finished the food right after Jet.
"Damn it, Jet. Why are we just floating around in space? Let's do something to get some woolongs."
"Spike. There's been an unexpected pause in bounty activity. No one is doing anything criminal in the entire universe."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"I agree with you. I think something's going on."
Spike sighed and laid back on the sofa. "When are we going back to Mars to get Faye, Ed, and Ein?"
"I didn't expect that question from you, Spike. Maybe you really do care." Jet laughed as he stood and took the plates into the kitchen.
"I don't care, Jet!" Spike yelled after him, not rising from the sofa.

"This youngin' can handle any gun you give 'em. He aint weak, mind you. He knows every sorta martial arts ya'll can think of. Aint no one ever seen 'em, though."
"If no one has ever seen him, how do you know he's a he?"
"Heh heh. Cant no woman do what he can."
Jet was getting tired of talking to this stubborn old man. Recently Spike and Jet learned that there was a knew bounty roaming around the universe worth 100 million woolongs. More then Jet and Spike could ever imagine. Both of them split up a while back to ask people about him. They only got the same information. He's strong and no one knows what he looks like.
"We have nothing to go on." Jet sighed and said to himself as he walked away from the old man. "No one even knows what the kid did to get this sort of bounty on him... He probably doesn't even know."
Just then, a young girl, around the age of 17 or 18, ran out of an alley right into Jet. She fell to the ground and quickly scrambled up. When she saw Jet, noting how big he was, she jumped behind him a second before another large man ran out of the alley after her. When the man saw her he smirked and looked at the confused Jet.
"She's mine. Move out of the way."
"I'm not yours, you crazy bastard! I've never met you before in my life!"
"Come here, you little bitch!"
"Now, now. Why don't you both calm down and tell me what's going on here." Jet sighed and frowned at the sudden altercation he found himself in the middle of.
"Well this little bitch stole my wallet. Then she had the nerve to come back and give it to me with nothing in it, and steal my watch!"
Jet looked at the girl who had an innocent look of confusion on her face.
"Look at her! You don't think she did it, do you?!"
"That's because I didn't. I don't need this jerk's money or watch. I have my own. Honestly, how could I steal from him anyway? He is obviously a very skilled person who could most likely detect my movements before I made them. He's trying to steal from me!" She made sure to emphasize her final sentence.
Jet looked from the girl to the man then back to the girl and frowned as he turned to the man. "It's sad that you're stealing from such a young girl."
"What?! She's a lieing little bitch!"
The man lunged for the girl but Jet pushed him back and punched him hard in the face. "Get the hell out of here, will ya?!"
The man stood for a minute, clearly trying to figure out what to do. "I'll be back for you." He pointed to the girl and turned and walked away, fuming.
Jet turned to the girl and sighed when he saw her running off into the crowd.
"Might as well call Spike." He reached into his pocket for his futuristic walkie talkie which had adapted to the times and frowned when he noticed it was gone. "I'll be damned."
He took off in the direction of the girl, knowing she had too good of a headstart and he wasn't going to catch her.

After running for what felt like hours the girl found herself in an abandoned warehouse with no one else around. She knew she was far away from both men she'd stolen from and she sat down to go through her prizes. Her victory was short-lived when she heard the man who'd protected her.
"Give it back to me you little theif." She jumped up and turned to run but Jet grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Give back what you took."
Before Jet could react to what was happening the young woman had already laid a series of punches and kicks on him to send him falling to the ground on his back. He leaned up through the pain of her attack and saw her running again.
"Wait! Stop!" She hesitated but he saw her stop and turn towards him. He struggled but rose to his feet and stepped towards her. "Where'd you learn that?"
"It's nothing new. I know a lot of fighting styles. You just got a small taste of a mixture of TaeKwonDoe and Karate, the most common forms of martial arts."
"That's impressive." Jet had already made the connection between his new bounty and this girl when she laid her first punch on him. There was something strange about her, and he didn't rule out the possibility that she could be the bounty. "Can I have my things back?"
She seemed to be thinking over this but was interrupted by Spike's voice, "Jet. Answer me, damnit."
Jet smiled slightly when she girl looked around. "It's my radio."
"Oh..." She took out the radio and held in front of her.
When Spike saw someone who didn't resemble Jet in any way he got skeptical as to the true whereabouts of his friend.
The girl smirked and tossed the radio to Jet, who caught it and spoke into it. "Spike. Did you find anything?"
"No, but obviously you did."
"I found someone. But it's a woman, not who we're looking for."
"Wait, you guys are looking for that bounty?" Jet turned to the girl at the sound of her voice.
"Yeah. One hundred million is an awfully lot of woolongs."
The girl laughed slightly. "Tell me about it. What did the guy do anyway?"
Jet shrugged. "No one seems to know... Maybe you can tell us."
"Why would I be able to tell you? I'm not a bounty hunter and I don't do underground information. It's really not my thing."
"Right." He turned back to the radio and talked to Spike. "We'll meet at the Bebop in 20 minutes."
He turned off the radio and put it in his pocket as he turned to leave. The girl watched him and sighed, turning to go the other way but stopped when Jet called to her.
"Hey! If you don't have any place to stay you can come with me."
"Well..." She really did have no where to stay and this was a once in a lifetime offer for her. She nodded and jogged up to him. "Okay, but first we have to get my star ship. I hope you have room."

After a long struggle of fitting their new friend's star ship in the hanger, Jet, Spike, and the girl sat in the living room of the Bebop.
"That was a big ship. What's it called?" Spike was actually pretty curious. He'd never seen a ship like the one this girl owned. Her ship was big, and it clearly had a lot of heavy artillery.
"SharkShift X25743BJ6."
"What's with all the numbers?"
"It's practically the only one of it's kind. Made by the government of Earth and used only by certian officials."
"Did you steal that, too?" Jet laughed slightly.
The girl rolled her eyes. "No, I didn't steal it. There was no need to. It was offered to me by the Red Dragon Crime Syndicate in hopes that I would join them."
Spike was shocked to hear her talk about the old syndicate he'd used to be a part of, but he made an effort not to show it. "Red Dragon? Those are bad people. What would they want with a girl like you?"
"I'd rather not disclose that information. Seeing as it could get me in a lot of trouble that I don't want or need."
"Spike, can I see you for a minute?"
The girl watched Spike and Jet go into the room, but she couldn't hear what they were saying as she surveyed her surroundings.
"Spike."
"What is it, Jet?"
"I think this girl is the 100 million woolong bounty."
"Hold on. Jet, everyone says that it's a man, not a girl."
"Everyone says. No one has ever seen her long enough to take a picture or run and get a camera. I think that she is the bounty, Spike."
Spike thought about this for a minute. Jet had a good point. No one had ever taken a picture of her, or lived long enough to describe her for that matter. The one's that do know her, refuse to tell anyone.
"Listen to me, Spike. I'm going to tell her we're going Mars. When we get there, I want you to find a way to get her to the police without her escaping... Or just bring the police here."
Spike nodded and the two returned to the room where they saw the girl standing up, only now she had a small pistol pointing at them both. "I knew I couldn't trust you two."
Jet put his hands up and took a small step towards her. "What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. I can't go anywhere without people trying to catch me or something. I have no idea what I did!" She raised her voice but quickly calmed down. "I'm not going to let you two turn me in. I refuse to be caught."
"You must not have done something if you don't know why their after you. Maybe they have the wrong person." Spike was calmer then the young woman would have perferred.
She scoffed. "I don't care if they've mistaken or not. I will not go to the police."
"Then where will you go?"
"I will..." She paused. "I don't know... I'll find a place to go when we get to the next planet."
Jet put his hands down and sighed. "That's not safe... We won't turn you in if..."
Spike cut him off. "We won't?! Jet! One hundred million!"
"We won't turn you in if you promise not to hurt us."
Spike sighed and shook his head. "What a crappy deal, Jet."