~Author's note~
Thanks to all the reviewers, I love you all! Um this chapter is a little short, but I'm having a bit of writer's block recently. Please keep on reading and reviewing (
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Macavity paced angrily,
"And what in heavside's name was Diego doing here?" he demanded.
The henchcats stood in front of Macavity shook in fear.
"I don't know Sir," one replied, "M...maybe the jellicles have seen something."
Mac rubbed his paws together, obviously formulating a plan, "Hmm yes the jellicles. Prometheus, bring me Bombalurina on the double."
"Yes boss," Prometheus left the room and returned not much later with the struggling red queen.
"Get your filthy paws off me!" she hissed at Prometheus, pulling her arm free of his grasp, "And what do you want Macavity?"
She resisted the urge to spit in his smug face.
"Dear Bombalurina, always a pleasure. It has come to my attention that a certain ex-employee of mine was sneaking around today. Diego is his name. What do you know about it?"
Bomb quickly put on a nonchalant expression, hoping it disguised the nervous pounding of her heart,
"And I'm even meant to know who he is, how?"
"You're lying to me, my dear. I can tell. Now tell the truth or else I might have to take my anger out on a certain silver tabby."
Bomb hung her head, no way was she going to let Munk get hurt because of her,
"Ok fine, he was here to see Griddlebone," she admitted quietly.
"Grid," Macavity mused, "Dismissed Bombalurina."
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"Not tonight Mac, I have a headache," Grid practised in front of the mirror, "Mac sweetie, I have a headache. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
She jumped suddenly as there was a knock on the door.
"Grid, can I come in?" Mac's voice called.
"I have a headache," she blurted out, "Erm I mean come in."
"Not yet stupid!" her sensible inner voice hissed at her.
Mac closed the door behind him carefully, not saying a word. Grid could feel the sparks of tension in the air.
"What's wrong Mac?" Grid asked cautiously.
"Well why don't you tell me? A certain ex-henchcat of mine, lets call him Diego, was seen in the junkyard today. I am led to believe that he came to see you, and why would that be?"
Mac had a dangerous glint in his eye; to completely lie to him would be fatal. It was time for a half-truth.
"Well I...erm kind of had a relationship with him but he wont accept that it's over and I'm with you."
Mac frowned, "So this relationship is completely over, and we shouldn't be seeing any more of our little friend?"
Grid nodded.
"Good good," Mac said slowly walking towards her, "Because I don't know if you know Grid, the 9th circle of hell is reserved for those who betray. But we don't have to worry about that do we?" Mac's question was more like a threat. Grid shook her head timidly, completely unlike her. Since becoming a double agent she knew she was treading on thin ice, and Mac's words had cut right through her. Relaxing slightly, Mac gently rubbed her shoulders,
"Well now that all that's sorted I think we're both in need of some, enjoyment."
Grid took a deep breath, "Not now Mac, I have a headache."
Mac pulled his paws away from her shoulders roughly and began pacing silently. The suspense was slowly killing Grid.
"So does this headache have something to do with Diego?" Mac asked finally. Grid shook her head,
"No of course not," she laughed to cover up her nervousness, "I'm just feeling a bit rundown."
"Just feeling a bit rundown? Grid I know you better than that. I think you are having an affair with that ex-henchcat of mine," Mac angry threw a vase across the room; it shattered into a million pieces. Grid couldn't help but flinch.
"No! It's not like that!" she tried desperately to convince him.
"Prove it then," Mac said quietly, a hint of coldness remained in his tone, "Prove it to me."
Grid carefully approached Macavity and kissed him full on the lips.
"That's more like it," Macavity smirked.
Grid bit her lip, this pretence was getting harder and harder to keep up.
Thanks to all the reviewers, I love you all! Um this chapter is a little short, but I'm having a bit of writer's block recently. Please keep on reading and reviewing (
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Macavity paced angrily,
"And what in heavside's name was Diego doing here?" he demanded.
The henchcats stood in front of Macavity shook in fear.
"I don't know Sir," one replied, "M...maybe the jellicles have seen something."
Mac rubbed his paws together, obviously formulating a plan, "Hmm yes the jellicles. Prometheus, bring me Bombalurina on the double."
"Yes boss," Prometheus left the room and returned not much later with the struggling red queen.
"Get your filthy paws off me!" she hissed at Prometheus, pulling her arm free of his grasp, "And what do you want Macavity?"
She resisted the urge to spit in his smug face.
"Dear Bombalurina, always a pleasure. It has come to my attention that a certain ex-employee of mine was sneaking around today. Diego is his name. What do you know about it?"
Bomb quickly put on a nonchalant expression, hoping it disguised the nervous pounding of her heart,
"And I'm even meant to know who he is, how?"
"You're lying to me, my dear. I can tell. Now tell the truth or else I might have to take my anger out on a certain silver tabby."
Bomb hung her head, no way was she going to let Munk get hurt because of her,
"Ok fine, he was here to see Griddlebone," she admitted quietly.
"Grid," Macavity mused, "Dismissed Bombalurina."
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"Not tonight Mac, I have a headache," Grid practised in front of the mirror, "Mac sweetie, I have a headache. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
She jumped suddenly as there was a knock on the door.
"Grid, can I come in?" Mac's voice called.
"I have a headache," she blurted out, "Erm I mean come in."
"Not yet stupid!" her sensible inner voice hissed at her.
Mac closed the door behind him carefully, not saying a word. Grid could feel the sparks of tension in the air.
"What's wrong Mac?" Grid asked cautiously.
"Well why don't you tell me? A certain ex-henchcat of mine, lets call him Diego, was seen in the junkyard today. I am led to believe that he came to see you, and why would that be?"
Mac had a dangerous glint in his eye; to completely lie to him would be fatal. It was time for a half-truth.
"Well I...erm kind of had a relationship with him but he wont accept that it's over and I'm with you."
Mac frowned, "So this relationship is completely over, and we shouldn't be seeing any more of our little friend?"
Grid nodded.
"Good good," Mac said slowly walking towards her, "Because I don't know if you know Grid, the 9th circle of hell is reserved for those who betray. But we don't have to worry about that do we?" Mac's question was more like a threat. Grid shook her head timidly, completely unlike her. Since becoming a double agent she knew she was treading on thin ice, and Mac's words had cut right through her. Relaxing slightly, Mac gently rubbed her shoulders,
"Well now that all that's sorted I think we're both in need of some, enjoyment."
Grid took a deep breath, "Not now Mac, I have a headache."
Mac pulled his paws away from her shoulders roughly and began pacing silently. The suspense was slowly killing Grid.
"So does this headache have something to do with Diego?" Mac asked finally. Grid shook her head,
"No of course not," she laughed to cover up her nervousness, "I'm just feeling a bit rundown."
"Just feeling a bit rundown? Grid I know you better than that. I think you are having an affair with that ex-henchcat of mine," Mac angry threw a vase across the room; it shattered into a million pieces. Grid couldn't help but flinch.
"No! It's not like that!" she tried desperately to convince him.
"Prove it then," Mac said quietly, a hint of coldness remained in his tone, "Prove it to me."
Grid carefully approached Macavity and kissed him full on the lips.
"That's more like it," Macavity smirked.
Grid bit her lip, this pretence was getting harder and harder to keep up.