My Plea/ evilteddybear/ a WHR fic/Ch.2…

Doujima had spent the rest of the morning waiting impatiently for it to be lunch time, as if she were a grade school child eager for recess. After what seemed like forever and a day to her, the hour hand on her silver-banded watch finally hit twelve.

"Hey guys, lunch time, who wants to go to Harry's!" there was an answering chorus of "Me!" along with a nod from Amon. Everyone would be going except Micheal, of course. Robin often felt deep sympathy regarding his plight. In some ways her own predicament was similar. While the details were different, neither of them was free either to do what they wanted or to be themselves. One slip up from either of them would result in a swift death. Neither of them would ever have the chance to be normal.

Normality, whenever she confided her deep wish to have it she was chided that no one in this world was "normal". After all what is normal anyway? Oh, but she disagreed. Normal people went to school and lived with their families. Normal people had problems, yes, and their lives were often complicated and tragic. Yet there's even a difference between normal and abnormal people's problems. Normal teenagers didn't have to be quiet about the secrets of a covert organization in order to avoid being killed. Normal people had friends. How she longed for a true friends. Micheal might be the closest she'd ever gotten to having one, but she still couldn't be herself around him. She couldn't show weakness lest they suspect she's turning into a witch. Normal people could cry and be comforted. Normal teenagers could be prissy and hormonal and scared. She couldn't ever show any of those traits. Weakness was not to be tolerated.

It's funny how Amon despised her weakness and thought he had to reprimand her and remind her to get stronger. Didn't he know that she despised her own weakness more than he ever could?

Robin was brought back to reality by Master's voice asking what she wanted to eat. She had been thinking so deeply that she hadn't even been aware of her movements; of getting up from her desk, grabbing her coat, straightening her dress, following the others into the elevator and then out to Harry's across the street. With a faint blush of embarrassment at her own inattentiveness she quietly ordered Espresso and a Romano Sub. A fairly easy Italian sandwich dish that she had requested Master provide for her. Surprisingly he didn't seem to mind airing the recipe and ingredients for the dish that she alone ordered. He was a great man, and she had a large, soft spot in her heart reserved for him.

Looking around the table at her companions Robin sighed heavily as the desire to share her true thoughts and feelings with them settled on her insistently again.

By the time she had finished her sandwich and was about to indulge in drinking her espresso, Amon's communicator began to ring. Doujima and Sakaki stopped their bickering long enough to hear what he had to say. After a swift conversation in which the only thing he said was "Aaa", he informed them all that they had a lead on a witch. It was a crime scene that the police couldn't understand as per usual, and he and Robin would be going to investigate.

After they had started their journey to the site in Amon's car he turned his eye to her and curtly said, "Do not allow whatever is negatively affecting you today to interfere with your performance in this mission in any way."

Robin looked at him startled, but did not reply. She wasn't expected to. What could he mean? How had she been acting differently? Well, she was dressed differently that was for sure, and she had been lost in her thoughts quite a few times today. Come to think of it, she had been unusually inattentive to Amon as well. How funny; he had noticed.

Usually her eyes were inexorably drawn to him whenever he was in the room, not to mention she followed him like a puppy dog. She had been ignoring him today. Which was quite a feat. She felt an almost gravitational pull towards this man. Maybe she was attracted to him, who knows? Nothing was certain when it came to Amon. He was a mystery to her. She didn't even understand her emotions towards him. She was afraid, he could hunt her, and probably would, given the order to. She was hopeful, maybe in him she could find a friend, or some of that rare, sought for, approval and understanding. She was frustrated by her inability to understand him. She was just confused.

Everyone in her life had a title, almost like a ranking. Everyone was categorized so that she would know her priorities and to whom she owed more loyalty.

The STNJ operatives were her comrades. The brothers and sisters of the strange family that she had never known. Juliano was her father, a stern and loving figure to be obeyed and respected. Master was her Uncle or Grandfather, her confidant who would always have answers and could always help her or cheer her up. But Amon, Amon was her PARTNER. Her other half meant to balance her strengths and weaknesses as she balanced his. A part of her that was separate from her, which she required to function.

One thing was for sure, in her heart and her mind she owed Amon the most loyalty, and he was the closest to her, no matter how little he liked her or how little she knew about him.

Robin picked her head up from where she had rested it against the window when the car stopped, exiting the car at exactly the same time Amon did, as she had been trained. Up ahead was an alleyway that had been sectioned off with yellow tape, and was being flanked by a single, sole-remaining police car. The actual police officer who was supposed to be patrolling the scene was no where to be found, so Amon just stepped over the yellow tape, and then waited for Robin to follow. It took her a little bit longer because she had to duck down and almost crawl under the tape instead, not being tall enough to step over. When she got up from her on all-fours position on the ground she was blushing. Yeah, having to crawl around while Amon stares at you is DEFINITELY embarrassing.

As the duo ventured deeper into the very deep, very ominous, very dark, and very cliché in all aspects alleyway, Amon began to began to relate to her the circumstances surrounding the victim's death. To her surprise there was more than one victim, to say the least. Well, come to think of it. The fact that Amon told her anything at all concerning the matter was a surprise in and of itself. The general rule was that she was always the last person to know anything, and the only reason she would be informed is if it was absolutely necessary in the situation. You could say she was on a need-to-know basis.

"Everyone on this side of the third story of the adjoining office building seems to have jumped through their windows in an attempt to get away from something. All of the corpses show physical signs of terror. See what you can find." With that Amon was off to begin his own examination, leaving her to search the bodies for anything out of place. Let's just say what she found under the standard police issue tarps used to cover gore wasn't pretty. Okay, that's an understatement, the bodies under the tarps were disgusting and caused bile to rise in Robin's throat. What's a girl to do? She couldn't pass off her duty, nor could she vomit, less she prove her weakness in Amon's eyes. She tried reminding herself that she should be used to this by now, having seen worse in the past. That was NOT a smart move, as the memories of worse scenarios she had seen were brought to mind, causing her nausea to increase. Okay, time to try something else then. Robin soon had a new mantra that went along the lines of; Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts, don't throw up, think happy thoughts…

Having finished her examination of the bodies, the young witch hunter began a survey of the surrounding area. Spattered blood-check. Garbage cans-check. Concrete and brick buildings-check. Suspicious spells or rings-no check. Well, that about summed up her part of the investigation. Now where was Amon?

The young adults mental question was quickly answered as Amon came around the front corner of the building. Apparently, while she had been fighting back her nausea, he had been checking out the inside of the building. If Robin were one to cuss she would have uttered some pretty colorful expletives at the man who had left her with the dirty, bloody work while he looked around a corporate executive's office. Too bad, she wasn't a potty mouth.

After Robin had reported her findings, which combined to a grand total of nothing, her partner stared stoically at her for a number of seconds before making an about face and heading to the car. She was expected to follow, of course. As if today hadn't been bad enough for her WITHOUT the addition of a scary witch, gore, embarrassment, crawling under yellow tape, and Amon's bitchiness. She could feel a headache coming on.

AN: Hi everyone. I really need to apologize for the short length and the lateness of this chapter. I'm really confused, because I'm stuck between a few ideas. I can either follow along my original plot line, which ends in one or two chapters with a lot of emotion, but little plot, or I can make this into a long fic. I haven't gotten into the swing of being an author yet, so forgive me for any of my mistakes and general faults. I really would appreciate any reviews, or even an e-mail. One reason I don't make a good author is that I'm a people person and I find writing to be a lonely activity.

Thank you for the reviews you sent me! hugs I would reply to them individually, but I'm sure you'd rather I just skip the chat and get back to writing, yes?

(standard disclaimers apply) All my love- evilteddybear