Disclaimer.
Okay I/m sorry for demanding reviews and I wont hold the story hostage . . . often. But I actually wasn't. Every time I have a new story I ask ten chapters or five, depending on length, to see who's interested.
Chapter 2
"You do realize that there is no way anyone is gonna believe that," Alec announced from his position sprawled lazily on her couch.
Max's hands clenched as she finished scribbling the note she was leaving for OC, "Oh and I suppose you have a much better idea!" She hissed testily throwing her hands in the air and shaking her head annoyed.
A sly grin spread his lips and he shrugged obviously hiding something. He watched her eyes slit as she looked at him, "I suppose telling them we have gone on a two week romantic holiday to explore our new found passion is out of the question?"
Her jaw clenched and she became rigid making him grin, "I'll take it as a yes. Why don't you simply tell Cindy that you might have a lead on one of your siblings and I'm tagging along to meet the infamous class of '09? She can tell Normal and everyone else a simplified version such as you found your sister who'd you lost track of because of the pulse," it was a good idea and they both knew it.
Glaring at his cocky smirk she scrunched up the piece of paper throwing at him and hastily scribbling down a second note.
Leaving it on the kitchen bench she grabbed her bag, as Alec had already loaded everything in the car he had 'borrowed'. She wasn't sure if she should be worried or excited to see what he'd chosen.
She swung her bag over her shoulder hitting him on the head on purpose and walked out leaving him to run after her to catch up.
He led her to a nearby alley that resided right underneath her bedroom window, and to a shiny, recently polished sports car. Ooh she definitely liked this. She ran a hesitant hand over the red immaculate body, "Where in the hell did you get a 550 Barchetta Ferrari?!"
He smiled at the impressed tone of voice and adjusted his collar, "Well you know, his owner just wasn't treating her right."
"Won't they be able to find us like a black fly on a white wall though?" she asked still not taking her eyes off of the vehicle, "Way ahead of ya. Don't worry about a thing."
He opened the door for her and she climbed in the passenger side grinning as he sat down in the driver's seat, "I'll say one thing Alec. You got great taste in transportation."
He cocked his eyebrows and laughed listening with exaggerated affection to the motor purr to life. She rolled her eyes at his acting and shoved him lightly. This was gonna be great. The biggest trip of organized crime since Ocean's Eleven, or whatever that movie was called.
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Alec's gaze was cool and collected and yet it was impishly smirking and content. His fingers tapped in perfect rhythm, on the steering wheel, to the song drifting to them form the speakers. His leather jacket was unzipped showing the blue long sleeved top that clung tightly enough to show the contours of his chest and his left hand rested on his Jean covered thigh.
He stole a millisecond glance at his fellow . . . well, whatever she was to him, he wasn't exactly certain on the details of their relationship.
A soft smile tugged at his lips and he chuckled. Max was intently focussed on a small A4 pad, scribbling away like mad. A laptop rested on her legs as she studied blue prints and files. Her tongue poked out as she wrote a thousand words a minute and she bit her full lower lip.
Another quick glance and he let his eyes rove over her. She'd removed her jacket and now only sat in a red v-neck top. The low cut corduroys she wore did all but conceal her curvy figure and he forced his eyes to go back onto the road.
"Max?" his soft tone broke her out of her thoughts but she didn't even look at him as she answered, "Hmmm?"
"Since when do you have a laptop?" she stopped and met his gaze and noticed his knowing look, "Well they could afford it!" she defended herself, "It's not as if I stole it from some beggar, besides a computer is a must for what we're going to do."
"But he wasn't a bad guy," Alec stated innocently, "Your excuses are always to your advantage aren't they?"
She rolled her eyes returning to clicking away on the computer, "Nah duh," she drawled, "That's why they're called excuses Alec."
She grinned at his mock laughter and pouting lip and shook her head lightly, "Okay this is what our possibilities are so far. Before I continue you do realize that we could have just sold this car and we would have had basically all the money?"
Alec shrugged, "That's not half as fun though!"
Chocolate eyes rose, looking into nothing, as she seemed to ponder his words, "Yeah you're right. I guess we both need and adrenaline fix," he rolled his eyes but chuckled along with her, "Okay back to business. I have a heist ready in San Francisco. Seems some rich guy just so happens to have a Rockwell. And it just so happens that I have found a fence in San Francisco that is willing to pay us 80 thousand dollars . . ."
"For a Rockwell?" Alec's disbelieving voice interrupted her, "Yes for a Rockwell now shut up and let me finish."
Alec for once abided and she began again, "In Los Angeles there's two jobs. The first one is relatively easy, an in and out job. To cut a long story short, big bank, manager has a private big safe, lots of cash, one step closer to our goal."
An annoyed sigh escaped her lips when Alec spoke up again, "I know this is more fun but why don't we just knock over a Casino? We'd have more than enough dough to keep JamPony and provide all messengers with ponies and Christmas presents for a decade."
His eyes widened and he looked at her with an impossibly huge smirk and Max knew she most likely wasn't going to enjoy what he'd say next, "You just wanna spend time with me don'tcha? This whole trip is because you feel the need to be alone with me?"
He didn't see the fist till it was too late and Alec recoiled holding his side protectively causing the car to swerve onto the wrong side of the road. Quickly re directing the car onto the right lane Alec yelled, "Hey I'm driving here!"
"Well then I suggest you shut up and focus on the road instead of making such comments!" Max yelled right back with a glare that could pulverize Satan himself.
Glaring right back he concentrated on looking straight ahead and Max once again continued, "Anyway . . . the second's more difficult. It's a nuclear power plant. The chip they use in the robotic arms is worth about ten maybe fifteen grand. But these guys they've got a new one. Top of the line Japanese technology. I've stolen one before but the plant in Seattle is a whole lot more laidback with security."
"Why did you steal the chip to a robotic arm," Alec asked his brow furrowing and his expression one that seemed to ask 'Do I really wanna know?'
"It's none of your business!" she snapped.
A silent voice in his head rang out 'Logan'. He sighed and turned back to the road.
"We'll go over the layout and shifts when we get there. I have some guy willing to pay us 38 grand but he doesn't want to meet. We're giving it to one of his contacts so for all I know I could be giving it to the Mafia," she explained with an amused grin and Alec couldn't stop his lips from copying.
"So far I got nothing else and I'm not telling you Vegas yet," she finished. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and yawned a little. Shutting down the portable and stuffing all her notes in the glove compartment she slouched into the bucket seat. She rubbed her eyes again that were tingling from looking at the screen for so long and stretched her arms, "God, how does Logan sit in front of that screen and not go blind? My corneas are screaming at me!"
Alec turned to her and smiled but she noted that it didn't reach his eyes. She was surprised at the softness in his tone, "You sleep, and I'll wake you when we stop for something to eat. Sound good?"
Max seemed to think about it and she tilted her head at him smiling, "Yeah. Actually it does."
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It hadn't taken her very long at all to fall asleep he noted. 'Guess even shark DNA has its limits' he mused and glanced another look at her. She's been asleep for two hours and her form had slouched considerably lower.
Cheeks flushed with sleep and her hair framing her features delicately she softly breathed; head turned in his direction. How she managed to look so dangerous and threatening while awake seemed to be inconceivable as he studied her face.
Her lips pouted softly as if in a child's plea for ice cream and her eyebrows furrowed lightly as she dreamt. He chuckled at a whispered mumble and added the fourth word she'd muttered to his list. Alec had never pictured Max as a sleep talker but he suppressed the urge to laugh as he thought over the words she'd grudged. Tweety, boxers, submarine and the latest, tutus.
He shook his head lightly and his eyes caught the illuminated shape of a diner and motel about an hour outside the city limits of Sand Francisco.
Pulling into the gravel car park he stopped the car in a shaded area out of sight to draw the least attention. The sound of crickets broke the silence as the engine rumbled to a stop. Selling it at the end of their trip would be hard but Alec could use the cash.
Turning to Max's sleeping form he gently placed a hand upon her cheek and brushed a finger on her jaw line, "Max? wake up . . . " he whispered, "You want to eat don't you?"
She stirred and gave a decidedly feline stretch and Cheshire grin. To Alec's shock she simply turned away from him and went back to sleep. Ok that was not what I expected.
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Let me know what you think.
Okay I/m sorry for demanding reviews and I wont hold the story hostage . . . often. But I actually wasn't. Every time I have a new story I ask ten chapters or five, depending on length, to see who's interested.
Chapter 2
"You do realize that there is no way anyone is gonna believe that," Alec announced from his position sprawled lazily on her couch.
Max's hands clenched as she finished scribbling the note she was leaving for OC, "Oh and I suppose you have a much better idea!" She hissed testily throwing her hands in the air and shaking her head annoyed.
A sly grin spread his lips and he shrugged obviously hiding something. He watched her eyes slit as she looked at him, "I suppose telling them we have gone on a two week romantic holiday to explore our new found passion is out of the question?"
Her jaw clenched and she became rigid making him grin, "I'll take it as a yes. Why don't you simply tell Cindy that you might have a lead on one of your siblings and I'm tagging along to meet the infamous class of '09? She can tell Normal and everyone else a simplified version such as you found your sister who'd you lost track of because of the pulse," it was a good idea and they both knew it.
Glaring at his cocky smirk she scrunched up the piece of paper throwing at him and hastily scribbling down a second note.
Leaving it on the kitchen bench she grabbed her bag, as Alec had already loaded everything in the car he had 'borrowed'. She wasn't sure if she should be worried or excited to see what he'd chosen.
She swung her bag over her shoulder hitting him on the head on purpose and walked out leaving him to run after her to catch up.
He led her to a nearby alley that resided right underneath her bedroom window, and to a shiny, recently polished sports car. Ooh she definitely liked this. She ran a hesitant hand over the red immaculate body, "Where in the hell did you get a 550 Barchetta Ferrari?!"
He smiled at the impressed tone of voice and adjusted his collar, "Well you know, his owner just wasn't treating her right."
"Won't they be able to find us like a black fly on a white wall though?" she asked still not taking her eyes off of the vehicle, "Way ahead of ya. Don't worry about a thing."
He opened the door for her and she climbed in the passenger side grinning as he sat down in the driver's seat, "I'll say one thing Alec. You got great taste in transportation."
He cocked his eyebrows and laughed listening with exaggerated affection to the motor purr to life. She rolled her eyes at his acting and shoved him lightly. This was gonna be great. The biggest trip of organized crime since Ocean's Eleven, or whatever that movie was called.
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Alec's gaze was cool and collected and yet it was impishly smirking and content. His fingers tapped in perfect rhythm, on the steering wheel, to the song drifting to them form the speakers. His leather jacket was unzipped showing the blue long sleeved top that clung tightly enough to show the contours of his chest and his left hand rested on his Jean covered thigh.
He stole a millisecond glance at his fellow . . . well, whatever she was to him, he wasn't exactly certain on the details of their relationship.
A soft smile tugged at his lips and he chuckled. Max was intently focussed on a small A4 pad, scribbling away like mad. A laptop rested on her legs as she studied blue prints and files. Her tongue poked out as she wrote a thousand words a minute and she bit her full lower lip.
Another quick glance and he let his eyes rove over her. She'd removed her jacket and now only sat in a red v-neck top. The low cut corduroys she wore did all but conceal her curvy figure and he forced his eyes to go back onto the road.
"Max?" his soft tone broke her out of her thoughts but she didn't even look at him as she answered, "Hmmm?"
"Since when do you have a laptop?" she stopped and met his gaze and noticed his knowing look, "Well they could afford it!" she defended herself, "It's not as if I stole it from some beggar, besides a computer is a must for what we're going to do."
"But he wasn't a bad guy," Alec stated innocently, "Your excuses are always to your advantage aren't they?"
She rolled her eyes returning to clicking away on the computer, "Nah duh," she drawled, "That's why they're called excuses Alec."
She grinned at his mock laughter and pouting lip and shook her head lightly, "Okay this is what our possibilities are so far. Before I continue you do realize that we could have just sold this car and we would have had basically all the money?"
Alec shrugged, "That's not half as fun though!"
Chocolate eyes rose, looking into nothing, as she seemed to ponder his words, "Yeah you're right. I guess we both need and adrenaline fix," he rolled his eyes but chuckled along with her, "Okay back to business. I have a heist ready in San Francisco. Seems some rich guy just so happens to have a Rockwell. And it just so happens that I have found a fence in San Francisco that is willing to pay us 80 thousand dollars . . ."
"For a Rockwell?" Alec's disbelieving voice interrupted her, "Yes for a Rockwell now shut up and let me finish."
Alec for once abided and she began again, "In Los Angeles there's two jobs. The first one is relatively easy, an in and out job. To cut a long story short, big bank, manager has a private big safe, lots of cash, one step closer to our goal."
An annoyed sigh escaped her lips when Alec spoke up again, "I know this is more fun but why don't we just knock over a Casino? We'd have more than enough dough to keep JamPony and provide all messengers with ponies and Christmas presents for a decade."
His eyes widened and he looked at her with an impossibly huge smirk and Max knew she most likely wasn't going to enjoy what he'd say next, "You just wanna spend time with me don'tcha? This whole trip is because you feel the need to be alone with me?"
He didn't see the fist till it was too late and Alec recoiled holding his side protectively causing the car to swerve onto the wrong side of the road. Quickly re directing the car onto the right lane Alec yelled, "Hey I'm driving here!"
"Well then I suggest you shut up and focus on the road instead of making such comments!" Max yelled right back with a glare that could pulverize Satan himself.
Glaring right back he concentrated on looking straight ahead and Max once again continued, "Anyway . . . the second's more difficult. It's a nuclear power plant. The chip they use in the robotic arms is worth about ten maybe fifteen grand. But these guys they've got a new one. Top of the line Japanese technology. I've stolen one before but the plant in Seattle is a whole lot more laidback with security."
"Why did you steal the chip to a robotic arm," Alec asked his brow furrowing and his expression one that seemed to ask 'Do I really wanna know?'
"It's none of your business!" she snapped.
A silent voice in his head rang out 'Logan'. He sighed and turned back to the road.
"We'll go over the layout and shifts when we get there. I have some guy willing to pay us 38 grand but he doesn't want to meet. We're giving it to one of his contacts so for all I know I could be giving it to the Mafia," she explained with an amused grin and Alec couldn't stop his lips from copying.
"So far I got nothing else and I'm not telling you Vegas yet," she finished. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and yawned a little. Shutting down the portable and stuffing all her notes in the glove compartment she slouched into the bucket seat. She rubbed her eyes again that were tingling from looking at the screen for so long and stretched her arms, "God, how does Logan sit in front of that screen and not go blind? My corneas are screaming at me!"
Alec turned to her and smiled but she noted that it didn't reach his eyes. She was surprised at the softness in his tone, "You sleep, and I'll wake you when we stop for something to eat. Sound good?"
Max seemed to think about it and she tilted her head at him smiling, "Yeah. Actually it does."
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It hadn't taken her very long at all to fall asleep he noted. 'Guess even shark DNA has its limits' he mused and glanced another look at her. She's been asleep for two hours and her form had slouched considerably lower.
Cheeks flushed with sleep and her hair framing her features delicately she softly breathed; head turned in his direction. How she managed to look so dangerous and threatening while awake seemed to be inconceivable as he studied her face.
Her lips pouted softly as if in a child's plea for ice cream and her eyebrows furrowed lightly as she dreamt. He chuckled at a whispered mumble and added the fourth word she'd muttered to his list. Alec had never pictured Max as a sleep talker but he suppressed the urge to laugh as he thought over the words she'd grudged. Tweety, boxers, submarine and the latest, tutus.
He shook his head lightly and his eyes caught the illuminated shape of a diner and motel about an hour outside the city limits of Sand Francisco.
Pulling into the gravel car park he stopped the car in a shaded area out of sight to draw the least attention. The sound of crickets broke the silence as the engine rumbled to a stop. Selling it at the end of their trip would be hard but Alec could use the cash.
Turning to Max's sleeping form he gently placed a hand upon her cheek and brushed a finger on her jaw line, "Max? wake up . . . " he whispered, "You want to eat don't you?"
She stirred and gave a decidedly feline stretch and Cheshire grin. To Alec's shock she simply turned away from him and went back to sleep. Ok that was not what I expected.
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Let me know what you think.