AN: The wait is over!

Chapter Thirty

"I know who Scalpel is," Himbon announced smugly.

Beasely scoffed, "That old case file. The unsolvable one."

"Scalpel?" Sasoli untied Beasely, "The man who terrorizes Capsule Corporation buildings?"

She turned to Uub for confirmation.

"Why are you untying him?"

"He's not the killer," Sasoli dropped the rope.

"You mean . . " Uub was dumbfounded. Ok, he really didn't think Beasely was a murderer but he was at least smart enough to pull it off. Himbon had always screamed incompetence though he did have the necessary hatred to push him along.

"Yes, let's drop all pretenses," Himbon smiled at her, "Right, Scalpel."

Uub's gaze shot to Sasoli, as did Beasely, to catch her reaction which was confusion. He remembered he had suspected that she was scalpel an had mentioned it in a verbal trap. Her reaction had cleared his mind of all suspicion. She had been outraged, confused about why Trunks hadn't called her, and determined to catch him next.

She had practically threatened him into letting her onto the case.

"Could it be you don't know your own nickname?" Himbon laughed, "Think about it. Scalpel breaks into CC buildings all over the world, forcing them into upping their security. Anything stolen never makes it to the black market."

Uub was quiet. He had thought about this and had come to the same conclusions.

"Scalpel had millions of contacts but only those who go after CC themselves are in prison so fast their heads spin." Himbon continued triumphantly.

"You're just trying to save yourself now," Sasoli shrugged off the accusation.

"That's why you went over Valjean," Himbon's tone was cruel, "I couldn't understand at first. Why?

"Valjean, that idiot, didn't know who you really were and no woman in her right mind would talk to him unless they were drunk or a cop.

"You aren't a cop. If you had been then golden boy wouldn't have gotten thrown off the case."

"You plotted it," Beasely was shocked at how they had been manipulated.

"Yes, I needed to know," Himbon was pleased his genius was acknowledged.

"You planned for me to find the case file in the garbage?" Sasoli arched a skeptical brow.

"What were you doing in the garbage?" Uub glanced at her.

He was ignored.

Himbon turned a little red in the face and ignored both of them.

"It's an ingenious plot. You root out all the bad men by becoming one of them, then the cops mysteriously appear, Scalpel makes a miraculous escape, and is on the look out for a new partner.

"Someone who is smart enough to stay ten steps in front of the cops, just like him.

"An irresistible taunt in the criminal world.

"You know, must of the criminals imprisoned don't even realize that they even met Scalpel. They knew he, or rather she, was there but only as a shadow.

"And only after the fact, that they've been caught."

"Valjean he was trafficking stolen CC goods," Uub remembered out loud.

"Yes, he was," Himbon agreed, "the ones I gave him."

Sasoli's mouth twitched.

"Yes, you were right to have me fired but you did it for the wrong reasons."

Sasoli narrowed her blue eyes, "Talk all you want, it isn't going to save you."

"True," Himbon smiled, "but you will be joining me soon, won't you?"

"How did you get past our safety guards?" Sasoli tilted her head.

"It wasn't easy," he admitted, "But that was the point. I was trying to prove myself. I never wanted Valjean as a partner. He was too loud, too obnoxious, and got too much attention. He served his purpose."

"And what purpose was that?" Uub, who had been surprising quiet through the reveal of his private obsession.

"To bring me her," Himbon locked onto Sasoli's eyes, "Scalpel, the mastermind criminal who could not be caught. The perfect partner and my equal."

"So, getting past CC security was like your resume," Beasely concluded.

Uub was silent.

Sasoli laughed, "I guess that means you never would have tried to slit my throat had you known."

Uub and Beasely gasped.

They didn't think she'd admit it even if the evidence was glaringly obvious.

"If I had known what I do now, I wouldn't have wasted time speaking."

She rolled her eyes, "You're pathetic and you're going to jail."

"Oh really," Himbon arched a brow, "You have no evidence. Everything points to Valjean. He has motive to kill you and, thanks to you, unable to testify he ever had a partner."

"You confessed," Beasely was quick to point out.

"It's your word against mine. Uub tarnished his himself when he revealed he shared information with her. Sasoli is the vigilante known as Scalpel, hardly a credible witness. And you. . . Beasely," Himbon sneered, "It's widely known around the office that you practically worship the ground Uub walks on . . ."

Beasely paled.

Sasoli tilted her head, "He has a somewhat credible base to stand on in court but he has miscalculated one thing."

"Oh?" Himbon was skeptical, "What did I miscalculate?"

"I never broke the law," it was Sasoli's turn to be smug.

All three detectives were stumped, "You didn't?"

"What are the charges?" Sasoli was flippant, "Breaking and entering? I have every right to enter any CC building I want. I have keys if it comes to that.

"Theft? I would be stealing from my own family, and anything stolen was returned.

"Fraud? We never fill out insurance claims."

She was right, they couldn't get her on anything.

"Even if you could get me on property damage, you would have to convince Trunks to press charges," Sasoli sat on the bed and kicked her feet, "And he has no room to complain about breaking things."

"But I told you about Scalpel," Uub said in a quiet voice.

"I didn't know I had a street name," Sasoli sighed, "So now you know my job, Uub."

Himbon and Beasely glanced at the silent detective. He was stone faced and not giving anything away.

Sasoli fidgeted a bit, she was sure she'd hear plenty once they were alone.

"What about consorting with known criminals?" Himbon reached desperately, "You're a vigilante. No citizen can't take the law into their own hands!"

"I don't," Sasoli smiled, "An anonymous call to the police in not a vigilante, it's a concerned citizen."

"She's right," Beasely was blown away, "She hasn't broken any laws and she can put away more criminals in a week then we can in a year."

"Doesn't matter," Himbon strained against his restraints. "I'll come after you again!"

Sasoli crossed her arms and lifted a brow.

"You're going to jail," Uub glared.

"Even if I do! I will not be stopped!" Himbon spat, "I won't stop until she's DEAD!"

Uub's jaw tightened, "Turn into a cookie."

Beasely let out an unmanly scream as light streaked from his Mohawk to Himbon.

Himbon stiffed and became pasty until he turned completely white.

Sasoli was delighted, "He's a cookie!"

Beasely flinched away violently from Uub when he turned to look at him.

"Beasely," Uub shook his head, "Calm down."

The phone rang.

Sasoli perked up and picked up her father's forgotten cell phone.

"No, you turned a human into a cookie!" Beasely yelled.

"Hello, hi mom! Yes, I'm fine. Dad's here," Sasoli nodded into the phone, "Mmm hmm."

"I can turn him back," Uub was offended.

"You can?" Sasoli glanced up from her father's prone body, "You're amazing."

She beamed and then pulled out the knife.

"Sasoli!" Uub and Beasely were horrified.

17 blinked and sat up, "Took you long enough."

"I'm sorry, we just wanted to make sure it was ok before we took it out," she hugged him.

He hugged her back, "Not you, baby."

He snatch up his phone back.

"Ava, where the hell have you been? What do you mean you got hungry! Excuse me."

He stomped away.

Beasely jumped on the bed to avoid the angry android, "Stay away from me!"

"Calm down," Sasoli went to stand with Uub.

"No! You turned him into a cookie! You have a tail! And he got stabbed and shot in the head with no apparent injuries!"

"It hurt my pride," 17 appeared behind him and knocked him out cold.

"Dad!" Sasoli ran over to Beasely's side.

"He's fine," 17 met Uub's eyes, "It's better this way. Deny anything that happened here. He'll think it's just a weird dream."

"What happened to mom?" Sasoli glanced at his phone.

"I hung up on her and turned off my phone," 17 shrugged, "She'll be pissed but I'm pissed so ... hmm."

He left the cabin.

Sasoli shook her head, everything was back to normal. Or ... she glanced at Uub ... was it?

The detective glared at the Himbon cookie. The bastard had undermined everything he believed in, well, Sasoli helped.

Himbon had used the justice system to infiltrate Capsule Corporation, track down his victims, and, ultimately, manipulate evidence to point away from him.

Sasoli had gone so close to the line she had almost become apart of the criminal underworld. Where she lured out evil men to her like bees to a honey pot. She wheeled, dealed, and brought more people to justice then some cops could hope for in a lifetime.

He recalled their first meeting in the bar.

"I'm undercover too."

And then in the alley.

"I protect this company."

And in the building.

"I was helping Trunks."

"Uub," Sasoli entered his line of vision, "Are you mad?"

"I don't know," Uub didn't move, "I'm tired and I smell."

Sasoli huffed, "We can fix the smell part at least. Come on, we have to get Beasely out of here. Call an ambulance for Valjean and do something about Himbon."

"Stupid Himbon," Uub kicked the cookie lightly.

His leg broke off.

"Oh shit!"

Sasoli watched with mild panic as Uub tried to grab the killer's leg and then the killer as he started to fall. In his panic he grabbed the cookie too hard and it crumbled to pieces.

"You broke him!" Sasoli covered her mouth, "Can you fix it?"

Uub shook his head, "I can't. I . . . I can't just leave him in cookie form!"

"Don't panic!" Sasoli ordered, "Hold on."

She picked up the knife and carefully wiped off all the finger prints. She crossed to Valjean and wrapped his hand around the handle.

"I can't believe I'm doing this . . ." she turned to Uub, "Turn him back."

"What?"

"Turn him back," Sasoli repeated and tore her jacket. She used the torn cloth to pick up the knife.

Uub swallowed as he regarded the countless pieces which used to represent Himbon.

"Do it," Sasoli got in his face, "Trust me."

Uub blinked, nodded, and turned Himbon human.

"Oh, god," Sasoli paled slightly at the sight, "You've seen worse, you know, you've seen worse."

Her chin went up and she dropped the knife in the bloody remains of Himbon.

"Ok," she started for the door.

"You're a vigilante, no matter how you may defend yourself, you're still a vigilante."

Sasoli stopped and did not turn to face him.

"No, I'm a spy."

He nodded, that was easier, somehow, to accept.

"What do you mean you've seen worse?"

"You've seen more sides to me than I'd would have cared to reveal. If you want more then you'll have to decide whether you want to arrest me or you want to be with me first."

She glanced over her shoulder, her blue eyes impossible to read and then, she was gone.

And he was left to answer all the questions of the policemen who had finally arrived.

The Capsule Corporation case had officially ended with Beasely as the hero.

Uub's statement as follows:

He had arrived on the scene to find Himbon dead.

Valjean and Beasely were locked in a vicious battle while the kidnapped woman lay unconscious but otherwise unharmed.

He, seeing no way he could help the battling detective without endangering him, had gone to check the victim.

She was fine.

He then went to assist the detective when Beasely and Valjean went crashing into the wall.

Both men were unconscious.

The victim miraculously gained consciousness and he had called for a family member to pick her up.

She confirmed on sight that Valjean had taken her.

Made personal decision to let her leave, she had been through enough.

Was then joined by fellow officers.

End statement.

The police station mourned the passing of their fellow brother of the force Himbon and regretted not getting to know him better.

Beasely, unfortunately, did not remember his role in the entire thing due to the bump on his head. The things he did remember, he kept to himself, it couldn't have happened.

He chalked it up to a bad dream.

Valjean was a mystery, and since he would never wake up from his coma, he would remain a mystery.

All the Briefs men were cleared and accepted an apology from the Chief of police.

The secretaries were safe, happy, and more productive then ever.

All new family employees had decided to stay on except Goku, who wanted to train, and Vegeta, who had better things to do then guard a door.

Bra and Goten's wedding plans were in full swing while Trunks and Maron were planning to wait until the next year to start their own.

However, all was not well in Capsule Corporation, for one little demi-saiyan wandered the halls alone.

End Chapter

AN: No worries faithful readers :Looks around a mostly empty room and shrugs: It's not over! There's still two stubborn people to unite :Dramatic music: In the next Chapter! Read and Review! Thanks, Michelle