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AU: Sorry it took me so long to update; I had to register for classes, buy school supplies, and my friends came and went in the past couple of days. But I'm back!!

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"Miroku, you ass! That was mine!"

A very angry hanyou growled at the man seated beside him. Miroku winked back, his violet eyes twinkling, and chugged the rest of the soda down. "All's fair in love and food, Inuyasha."

He glared back at his companion, and leaned back into his seat. This day had proved to be very boring so far. The radio had been quiet; only static was audible. Inuyasha ran a hand through his silver hair in frustration. "Man, when are we gonna see some action?"

Miroku tossed the empty can at his new partner. "It has been unusually quiet today; maybe it's because you're out on the field."

Inuyasha growled, and chucked the can back at his friend's head. "Very funny, bouzou."

The dark-haired man chuckled, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. "Seems like there isn't a fight, argument, or crime happening; maybe the mayor's plans on cutting back crime are actually working."

"Hmph," Inuyasha snorted, "that bastard wouldn't know how to turn on his own faucet, much less crack down on crime."

Miroku yawned, stretching his legs under the wheel. "Still showing hostility toward your brother, I see."

"Half-brother," the hanyou snapped, "and as far as I'm concerned he's no blood-relation of mine."

.:crackle:. "unit 35, unit 35 .:crackle:.

"Finally!" Inuyasha grinned, sitting up in his seat. Miroku grabbed the receiver. "Unit 35 here, what's the situation?"

.:crackle:. there has been a .:crackle:. car explosion .:crackle:. on the corner of .:crackle:. 42nd and Main .:crackle:. report immediately, over" .:crackle:.

"Wow, Inuyasha, a car explosion for your first assignment; not bad," Miroku joked, turning on the engine.

"Yeah, yeah, lecher, just hurry up and get there, would ya?"

"Yes sir!" Miroku turned on the siren, leaving the fast food resturant.

Kagome stared in horror at the remains of her car. Flames were still shooting from what appeared to be the engine, but the metal was melted and the model of the car was no where recognizable. If we left any sooner . . . oh, kami!

Sango pushed through the small crowd that surrounded Kagome and the burning vehicle. She approached her friend from behind, putting her hand on the shoulder. "I called the police; they should be here shortly."

The young heiress remained silent, not like she could say anything. Her face was white from terror, her eyes wide, and her hands were shaking. Sango rubbed her back. "Kagome, it's okay; nobody was hurt."

"If-if we were a few minutes earlier . . ." she muttered shakily, "a few minutes . . ."

"Sssh, Kagome, it's okay." The older woman's head turned as the sound of sirens began to come closer. "See, the police is here; they'll get to the bottom of this."

Kagome nodded numbly, turning just as a black police car with flashing lights drove into the parking lot. A tall, dark-haired man emerged from the driver's seat. His violet eyes searching the crowds, while his partner rumaged through something in the passenger seat.

"Alright, alright, break it up, there's nothing to see here," The police officer said, shooing the crowds away. He turned to the two girls standing a little off. "Sango?"

"Miroku!" the young woman smiled at the officer. "I didn't know you would be here."

"Well, of course," Miroku assented, puffing his chest. "When there is a woman in distress, I'll be there."

"Ahem." The two's attention were directed toward the young heiress. "Is this the same Miroku you've been telling me about?" Kagome inquired. "I had the impression that he was a big-time lecher, not a knight-in-shining armor."

"A lecher?" Miroku blinked, before feining shock. "I am appalled that you would think that about me--"

"Tuh, don't flatter yourself, bouzou," a voice said from near the police car. Miroku's partner got out of the vehicle, holding some latex gloves, tweezers, and paper bags. "We have a job to do, remember?"

"Oh yes, how could I be so rude; ladies, this is Inuyasha." The two ladies turned to face the other officer. His long silver hair hung loose down his back; his eyes were a piercing gold, and the top of his head was adorned with triangular dog ears. His police uniform was stretched on his body, revealing a toned chest and muscular arms.

Kagome stared at him. My goodness . . . he's quite the looker . . . She looked at his waist and frowned. Instead of the usual belt with the gun, pepper spray, and whatnot, a sheathed sword was found.

"A sword?"

Inuyasha looked up for the first time, his gaze falling on Kagome. She had deep, coffee-brown eyes which were currently wide from shock. Her complexion was a light peach, while her dark hair cascaded around her, framing her heart-shaped face. He didn't realize he was holding his breath until he started to turn red. "Wha-what?"

"A sword. You carry a sword?" Kagome asked skeptically.

The hanyou suddenly became defensive. "Yeah, what of it?"

"Well, don't police officers usually carry a gun?" she pressed.

"Feh," Inuyasha snorted. "Maybe human officers, but not me."

Kagome raised an eyebrow. "Human officers? Are you some special case or something?"

Miroku interrupted their little interlude when his partner began to growl. "Um, let me explain, miss. Inuyasha here is a hanyou, a half demon if you will. The sword he carries around his waist is more useful to him than a gun."

"Oh, I see." Kagome answered curtly, before turning back to glance at her car.

"Wow, Miroku," Sango said incrediously, "You have a hanyou for a partner? Only the elite are paired up with demons . . . you guys must get alot of calls."

Inuyasha turned a faint red as Miroku scratched the back of his neck. "Ah, well, you see, Inuyasha here is new; he graduated from the police academy just last week. I'm teaching him the ropes, and this happens to be his first case."

"Speaking of case," the hanyou interrupted, his hands still full of equipment, "where's the scene of the crime?"

Kagome sighed, and pointed towards the charcoaled remains of her car.

"HOLY SHIT!" Inuyasha exclaimed, dropping his supplies. "Are you serious?"

Kagome gave him a deadpaned stare. "Dead serious."

Miroku cleared his throat. "Seeing as the flames have gone down, we'll go check it out. By the way miss," he asked the young heiress, "I never caught your name."

"Kagome. Kagome Higurashi."

Inuyasha's ear twitched. "Higurashi? As in Seiji Higurashi, owner of Higurashi Enterprises?"

"Yep," Kagome replied, glancing back at her car. "I'm his granddaughter."

"You're the heiress to that old fool's empire?" Inuyasha stammered, his eyes widening.

"Yeah, that's me. So you gonna do something about my car or what?" Kagome turned and locked her eyes with his.

Inuyasha stared at her deep brown eyes. Hearing the tone of her voice, he resumed his gruff manner. "Yeah, yeah, don't get your panties into a bunch."

Kagome ignored the comment, and walked over to the remains. Inuyasha, Miroku, and Sango followed, and the two women watched as the officers picked their way through the burnt mess.

"Whoa, what's this?" Miroku held up a small box. Inuyasha sniffed it, and grimaced. "You wouldn't happen to be an expert bomb-maker, would you?" He asked Kagome saracastically.

"Of course not!" The young heiress denied, eyeing the box. "What is that anyway?"

"It's part of a C-4 explosive; only the top bomb experts use this kind of stuff." Miroku frowned, and dropped it into the plastic bag Inuyasha held. "Tell me, Miss Higurashi, do you have any enemies? Any squabbles recently?"

"No, of course not. Why, what does that little box mean?"

Inuyasha looked at Kagome, his face serious. "Whoever blew up your car wanted you dead."

AU: dun dun dun! so, Inuyasha and Miroku come into the picture . . . thanks guys for all the reviews, its been great! stay tuned for the next chapter!