After having a nasty fight with some thieves in the street and stopping a bank robbery, Barbara arrived at her home. She entered her room and was surprised to see Helena sitting on the bed; she was clinging to Jaçques.

"Hey... sorry," the red head said moving to the bed and turning on the light on the night table. "I didn't want to wake you."

"My arm hurts," the girl said.

She sat and touched her arm lightly. "Where does it hurt?"

"Here..." She pointed to her shoulder.

"Here?"

"Yes."

Barbara moved her hand down and pressed lightly. "Does it hurt here?"

"Yes..." Helena said with a soft voice.

"And here?" she moved her fingers to her elbow.

"Yes." Helena nodded.

Barbara looked at her suspiciously. She touched her hand. "And here?"

"Yes."

She was lying. Barbara took a deep breath. "Helena, your arm doesn't hurt you."

"Yes. It hurts."

"Helena, it can't hurt everywhere. Your hand doesn't hurt. Your elbow was the one that was sprained, but now it's perfectly well." Barbara said, trying to not get exasperated.

"It does, it hurts." The brunette watched her, holding her arm with her other hand.

"Ok, well, you took your pain pills at nine, right?" Barbara didn't know what to do; she liked the girl, but she had never dealt with kids.

"Yes... but it still hurts."

"It's not time for more, so what can I do to make it feel better, then?"

"I dunno..."

"Well, I can't help you unless you talk to me." She saw tears forming in the kid's eyes. She felt touched. "Oh no, no, Helena, not now!"

Helena couldn't avoid it and started to cry.

"Don't cry." Barbara lifted her chin and said her softly:"What's wrong?"

"I want my mom," she sobbed.

Great! Barbara thought, now she had to figure out what to do. Why hadn't Selina left her a guide book on how manage a her?

"Hey, Helena, easy, calm down. Your mom will be here on Monday. What's wrong?"

"I miss her..." she sobbed. "She never leaves me alone. She loves me..."

"I love you too..." Barbara said with a soft voice.

"No, you left me alone." Helena lowered her head and hugged her soft cat.

Barbara felt bad. "I didn't leave you..." she stopped. Helena was right; she had left her alone all day, but how was she supposed to know that a kid needed so much attention?

"I want to go home," the brunette said softly. "I want my bed."

Barbara held her against her chest and kissed her head, brushing her long hair. "I'm sorry, Helena, I was so busy... Oh, it's my fault."

This was the most difficult situation she had ever been in. She was not good with children, and for that reason she didn't want to take care of anyone. But now, she didn't any other options. Barbara moved her head back a few inches and looked at her. "Hey, don't cry, Jaçques will be annoyed. Cats don't like water."

Helena looked at her pet and broke Barbara's hug to clean its head with the blanket. She was still sobbing.

"I'll promise you something." Barbara leaned toward her. "Wwe can go to the Gotham Park this weekend, when you feel better." She saw her wet face and took a Kleenex from her night table and dried her cheeks.

Helena gazed up at her with her moist eyes. "The new park? I've never been there."

"Me either." She folded the Kleenex and dried her eyes. "So it will be fun for both of us."

"Mom always cleans my face with a wet cloth..." Helena said to her, referring to the Kleenex.

"What..?" Barbara looked at the Kleenex. "Well.. this works well."

"Promise?"

"Yes, we can go when your arm doesn't hurt you."

"It's better, look." She raised it and suddenly a sharp pain made her move it back. "Ouch..."

"Oh yes... I see, you're right. Look, you, Jaçques and I can go there when your arm is better." She caressed her hair with her fingers.

"Yes?" The girls eye's shone.

"Yes. Now, go and wash your face and let's go to sleep, it's late. Right?"

The kid nodded. Barbara smiled, watching her run to the bathroom. She let herself lie down on the mattress. She was all aching over, felt exhausted and now she was the babysitter of a child that needed attention; the girl had a point, Selina never left her alone. She overprotected her; she was afraid that someone would hurt her and, this being the first time far from her mom, it was natural that she felt confused and scared.

What a mess!

Big mess.

She covered her eyes with her hand.


Selina was inside the Louvre Museum. Her elegant figure caught the attention of men. She was tall, thin and had a special attractiveness, something enigmatic, mysterious and sensual. She had used her charm to trap men and use them for her own purposes. It was easy.

She was admiring, as many visitors, the jewelery collection. She felt the gazes of people on her and, in some ways, it pleased her. Female vanity.

The pieces behind the glasses were beautiful, really. She seemed to be interested looking at it, but the truth was that she was keeping an eye on the guards, security cameras and alarms, that were visible. Her beautiful blue eyes were like a camera that registered every place and every movement. She was one of the best thieves in the world and was a title that she had earned by working hard.

She walked toward the main pieces, the bracelet and the ring.

"Wow," she exhaled and looked at it, stunned. They were more spectacular than in the pictures from the tourist guide. That bracelet would look beautiful on her wrist. She lifted her brow and smiled. Yes. It was a masterpiece from the XIX century made for the Tiffany house of Russia, the same famous jeweler that had done the most beautiful jobs for Czar Nikolaus II.

"Madam?" A male voice was at her back. She smiled.

"Lussac, have you been looking for me?" she asked without moving her eyes off the pieces.

"Me? Who told you that?"

"People talk. Why are you so interested in a retired burglar?"

"Some people told me you were in America." Lussac told her.

"Glad those people don't know where I really am." She turned to look at him with a sexy smile. She found a tall man in his 50's. Blonde and really handsome. "Your investigators were wrong. I was traveling around the world. The last year in Monaco. You know, it's the best place to find diamonds, jewels and millionaires."

"Stealing?"

"Enjoying... my money..."

"May I invite you to have a drink?" Lussac asked.

"No... I need to go... I just came here waiting to find you and give you a message." Selina smirked, cocking her head.

"Message?"

"Don't try to piss me off Lussac, you don't know me."

"Uhh... Should I be scared?" Lussac laughed lightly.

"Yes. Because I don't like it when people piss me off. Bye honey." She walked toward the exit.

"Selina, your head is mine; it's just matter of time... today or tomorrow, but it's mine." He turned to watch her.

She stopped and turned her head smiling. "I don't think so. Keep an eye on your ass. I'll be looking for you."


Barbara picked up some papers in her office. She had lost a work day by taking care of Helena when the car had hit her and she had been working late the last few days, trying to organize and finish her job on time and finally she had finished. In some way, she felt disoriented with Helena at home; she needed to alter her usual routine. She liked kids, but she didn't know how to manage them. She could easily find clues inside a criminal mind, but in children that was almost impossible for her.

She looked her watch. It was early. Perfect time to try to find the Drug Gang that she had been following for the past three moths. She put her bag over her shoulder and walked out.


Selina crouched over a building next to the Louvre Museum. She observed the movements in it. It was going to be complicated to try to enter by the rooftop. She took a breath; the other option and the most secure would be underground.

The guards movements weren't a problem, they moved the same way every nights. Maybe she had been inactive for too long.

"Problems?" a voice asked from behind her back.

She smirked. "You move like a cat."

"I have a good teacher." He smiled.

"Yes, you do." She turned and crossed her arms. He was handsome, really handsome. And she looked charming in her long brown coat.

"Want some help?" he said, looking down at the museum.

"No, it's better if I go on my own. I don't want him to know that someone is helping me." She stretched her arms. "And it's good to see if my abilities are the same. I haven't worked in almost twelve years.

"Oh I see... so it's a self-test too?"

She walked toward him and moved her face a few inches from him. She caressed his cheek with her index finger and purred seductively: "Of course, and this wouldn't be exciting if I accepted help from others."

The man laughed. "You'll never change."

"Michael, you love my style." Selina smiled stepping back.

"Yes, I love it."

"Lussac knows that you want those jewels."

"I know, I know, but don't worry."

"May I invite you to have a drink?" He asked.

"It's not good if people see us together, maybe when I finish this job... and besides, I'm hungry, lunch time, " she said.

"Is a promise?"

She winked and walked toward the stairway. She liked him. Smiling, she took a cigarette out of her pocket and lit it. He turned his head to see the museum; beautiful, really beautiful.