Hey there everybody! It's been a few days so I figured I should post up the next chapter...It's kinda weird to read over all these begining chapters because my writing style has changed alot since a year ago when I started writing. :P I should probably go back when I'm finished with the whole story and edit a tad. Thanks Sanima for the great input. ; I should go back and do some editing, but I think I'll finish posting the rest of the story first. Aaanyway...here we go...Chapitre Trois! >D

Chapter 3:

With You

"I don't believe this!" Jet screamed in Spike's face. Spike didn't even flinch; he knew this was coming; that his alibi wouldn't work.

"I told you," he said, eyes closed, "she got away. There was nothing I could do about it."

"Sure. We know you let her get away." Sighed Faye, annoyed that Jet was wasting his time on Spike rather than fixing them food.

"You stay out of this!" Spike and Jet yelled. There was a long silence. Jet stared at Spike, who was laying back in the yellow couch, acting like nothing was happening.

"Vrrrrrr! Vrrrr! Vrrrr! Phphphphph" Ed was acting like a fighter plane. Then she collapsed on the ground, Ein sniffing her in the face.

"Food…Ein…Edward needs food." She whined, but everyone just ignored her.

"I don't buy it Spike. I know she's beautiful, but she's still a murderer." Jet said. Spike jumped up and got into Jet's face; he didn't need any of his stupid philosophies.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He snarled. Jet looked surprised at first and then began to smile. Spike became agitated and began to tremble with fury.

"Why are you smiling?" Spike asked angrily, starting to cool down. He wanted to punch something. "I don't like her." he added.

"Foooood!" Ed cried, Ein howling along. Jet started towards the Bebop's kitchen to see if they had food when he stopped.

"You want to know why I'm smiling?" He asked Spike, who was pouting on the couch staring at the television, which had an advertisement for a new soda.

"Sure," he responded.

"I'm smiling because you've become such a bad liar." Jet told him, without the presumed chuckle in his voice. Jet continued walking into the kitchen, Ed and Ein following, leaving the pouting Spike alone with Faye.

Big Shot was back from their commercial break and the Big Shot music began blaring loudly. Infuriated, Spike kicked it off the table in annoyance.

"You know, that'll cost you." Faye sang with her usual sarcasm.

"SHUT UP!" Spike roared at her. Annoyed, she jumped up and strut out of the room, leaving Spike to contemplate his next move.

For almost a week, Emp had stayed traumatized in her apartment. She had lain on her bed for practically the whole time with only two things on her mind: Spike and the bounty that sat, happily, on her head like a monkey on her back. Too many things had gone wrong in her life and finally, when she finds her Mr. Right, he's a bounty hunter only attracted to her because of her price tag. This was just the way things happened to fall for Emp. Surprisingly, she hadn't gotten used to it.

Emp was an ex-ISSP officer on a pension and an active alcoholic. Night after night, she would drown out all of her troubles with whiskey, rum, but mostly, tequila. Hangovers visited frequently, like a best friend. However, other than her alcohol, she hadn't any friends. Now, her current dilemma didn't help any of these problems. Especially one of her biggest ones: money.

About six months ago, her pension had been cut. Without any pension, she had to find a new job, only to find that she wasn't qualified enough for any of them. With no income and her extensive use of alcohol, her rent was creeping up on her. Luckily, she had money in the bank, but soon, that river would also run dry. Her life had gone down the pan, and she was just about ready to go with it.

That was a week ago. Now, however, she had something to think about. A man who made her want to figure something out. His voice seemed to keep her troubles at bay, even when the words he was saying meant even more danger to her. Likewise, the words that he said stabbed at her heart, causing the bottles to come off their shelves only to empty themselves in a short, ice-filled glass. How could a man she barely knew make her hell feel heavenly and her heaven feel like hell?

So, with questions and headaches racing through her head, she was incapacitated for a week. Her once clean breath, smelling like alcohol and her once gorgeous golden-brown eyes, blood-shot; she was a mess. The only way she could sleep at night was to repeat the words spoken to her by her new love.

"Spike…Spiegel." Her cracked, dry lips savored every syllable as she drifted into the oblivion of sleep to escape her so-called life.

Woopee! nn; Comments are always loverly and constructive comments are good too. Hope you liked! See ya soon in Chapter IV...