Disclaimer: this is gotta be the most stupid thing ever - searching for a car using a dog. But this is AU, this is Rahne, this is my story. I don't have any idea how do they search for cars. Dogs stink.

It's short, I know, I know...
"That's the place Ah always park it." Anna said, and watched miss Sinclairs' dog . It was huge, and looked rather like a wolf, than a dog actually. The policewoman seemed to be able to talk to the animal, as it followed all of her orders.

"What do you mean by 'always'?" Betsy snorted. "You've had it for week!"

"Ha, ha!" Doug laughed, and all the girls rolled their eyes.

"What are ya' doin' here, anyway?" Ann asked. "You're an informatic!"

"Not an informatic, but..."

"Yeah, whatever!"

"I'm also miss Sinclairs' assistant." Doug explained kind of proudly.

"Unfortunately..." Rahne sighed, and her dog barked.

"Could yu please explain once again, why are we searching for a stolen car using a dog?" Betsy crossed her arms on her chest. "I don't think I habe ever seen such a way in the movies."

"Look, lady. I dinnae..."

"Shh!" Ann hissed, when her mobile phone rang. "Oh, God." She added, when she saw who was calling her. "Hallo? Huh... Ah - Ah'm at Betsys' place. Err... No. Ah took a day of, that's what I did." The dog barked again, and the girl frowned. "No, no, she doesn't have a dog. It must be her neighbourghs... Of course Ah'm not at her neighbourghs house! Ah dunno! What?" she almos shouted. "Mah car? When? Oh, Gawd, okay, your car, your, sure! But you gave it t'me! OF COURSE IT WASN'T STOLEN!" she yelled, turning red. "Ah, cripes, Ah'll talk t'ya' later, okay? Yeah, Ah love you too. Shit." She mumbled, when she turned the phone off.

"Was that Eric?" Betsy asked.

"Damn, yeah."

"And he would be yuir..."

"The man, who gave me the car, okay? He saw it passin' 'is office five minutes ago."

"Oh, God." Betsy frowned. "You told him you were at my place?"

"Yeah. Now he's gotta be thinkin', Ah've got a lover, or what."

"Ahem. 'Scuse me, but where is exactly mr Lensherrs' office?"

"It's not your problem!"

"Actually. If the car was passing it by..."

"Ann, dear. We've gotta go there. Maybe this stinkin dog of hers will smell your Porsches oil, or something like that."

"An' we'll find it?"

"Miss Braddock, this stinkin' dog of mine is qualified to..."

"Yeah, she's nuts over it."

"...And drugs, and nicotine, and..."

"Oh, Gawd, this will take forever, Bets. Ya' shouldn't have asked."

"Rahne, please. Let's go." Doug asked her. "Wolfsbane is the coolest dog ever, but let it find the car now."


Etienne and Lapin got off the car.

"That rocks, man!" The blonde thief shouted.

"Shh, man, someone'll..."

"Ahem." They heared behind them, and slowly turned around. Remy was leaning over the wall with his arms crossed on his chest. "May Remy know, wut da hell is goin' on 'ere?"

"Oh, Remy, ami... We just..." Lapin uttered.

"We're just darn stupid, an' want the cops to kick our butts, dat's what ya' want to say?"

"Actually..." Etienne tried to cut in, but Remy glared at him.

"'Ow many do ya' t'ink dere are yellow Carreras in da town?" he asked slowly.

"Eh..."

"One, Et. Dis is a damn expensive car. An' it's damn yellow. An' it looks like a spaceship."

"But..."

"No, buts, Et. Ya're just damn stupid." he said, hearing adogs howl from the street.