Undercover

By theladyknight

Disclaimer: Digimon—not mine!

Chapter 11: Girls Night Out

"Where did you learn to cook?"

Matt looked up from the grill after flipping one of the large, delicious smelling steaks over. "I, unlike you, can cook. Don't ask me to go out to the garden, though."

She smiled, taking a sip of her iced tea while leaning up against the outside railing of the deck, carefully watching the blond. "I'll believe that after I taste it and am still I alive. I can't understand why T.K. wanted you to be the griller when he's probably perfectly capable of doing it himself."

"He's my brother. He knows I know how to cook. Besides, he and Kari are in there making some salads. You're eating with the Ishidas, Sora. We guarantee a feast."

Sora directed her attention inside the younger blonde's apartment. Kari and T.K. were standing at the counter, their backs to the redhead and T.K. stationed behind the girl, arms wrapped around her small frame. They were attempting to makes a fruit salad to go along with the large number of salads they already had, but they weren't getting much accomplished.

The blond at the grill caught her gaze, grinning slightly at the serene expression covering her face. "They really care about each other. T.K. deserves someone like her."

"And Kari deserves someone like T.K. I bet her parents are glad she's finally found someone. Now they're going to start pestering Tai."

"I don't think he's that far off," Matt mused while checking to make sure none of the meat was burning, "after the way he was starting at Mimi the other day."

Sora laughed, one of Matt's favorite sounds. "Mimi's obsessed with him. You should see the way she talks—and never shuts up—about him."

An arrogant smirk grazed the blonde's lips. "So won't your "mom" and "dad"—Tai's parents—wonder why you haven't settled down yet?"

"No," she answered immediately, doing her best to avoid his soul-searching baby blues. "I mean, yeah, they want me to settle down and all, but both of Tai's parents know I'm going to take my time right now."

"I know what you mean. Dad's cool like that, but Mom's always bugging me because I'm never bringing a girl home with me, the very few times I stop by."

"I'm sure Mom will get over it all the first time you bring Sora over." T.K. walked out onto the deck, nose picking up an unpleasant smell. "I think the steaks are done…"

"So, what's the suspect page looking like now?"

Sora sighed, shrugging her shoulders in a nonchalant way. "We're not too sure. Matt and I agree to cross Jun off the list. While some girls are really bent on winning, she wouldn't stoop to that level."

"Jun's dating Joe Kido's brother. He's mentioned her before and said she's pretty nice but can get a bit annoying. And she's Davis's sister," Matt reasoned. "He swears more than anyone that she wouldn't do it. I trust his response there."

T.K. nodded in agreement. "Jun didn't seem like the type of person who would purposely do that just to win. We saw her on stage at the preliminaries, and she didn't act anything like that."

For the past hour—after Sora grudgingly admitted to Matt that the food was some of the best she'd ever tasted, with the exception of a few slightly burnt steaks—the agent and soon-to-be agent had revealed everything they discovered while knowing they could get into serious trouble for relating this information to two people outside the FBI. But, technically, it wasn't FBI classified work. It wasn't even FBI sanctioned.

"Matt, we're already too deep to back out but could this have been a mistake? If someone finds out…" Sora trailed off her statement, not wanting to finish or think about the what-ifs.

The two sat on the loveseat while Kari and T.K. rested on the floor, both checking over the clues the older blond had on his laptop. "We need more help. The pageant is in two days, Sora, and we haven't caught the Beauty Queen Killer yet. The others have absolutely nothing; Agent Jones is staring to think this whole thing is a setup. I just want to keep a disaster from happening even if it means doing some investigative work behind the FBI's back."

"I agree with you about that. I've gotten to know all these people. I wouldn't want to see anything happen to any of them, even the ones I don't like. But what will happen if someone finds out what we're up to? How much trouble would there be?"

Matt could picture thousands of possibilities, none of which he wanted to think about. They won't be good for either of our careers. Most likely we'll end up buried forever in paperwork, but there's a chance we could be saying adios to our jobs. "If anything happens—if anyone finds out—I will take the full blame. The consequences will not be pretty for either of us, but you wouldn't stand a chance of joining the FBI. You've worked hard for your spot, Sora. You deserve to be there."

She couldn't believe he would do that. Matt would take full responsibility for everything? But…it could cost him his job! "Matt…"

"Look," he harshly whispered, not wanting to get into the real why's and why not's. "Just trust me on this one, please. They're being shortsighted, not listening to our theories. But I'm giving you an order, Takenouchi. I'm pulling rank here. Please, if something happens, don't try to interfere."

Sora Takenouchi was not happy.

"Ishida," Great, we've reverted back to surnames, "like it or not, we're in this together. I'm not going to let you take all the punishment. We're partners. And I don't need you to protect me from it because I'm a girl and not yet an agent. I can hold my own."

"I know very well you can hold your own. But I'm also your superior officer during this mission…"

"…but you're my partner here because our work isn't FBI sanctioned."

"Sora…don't be difficult. Just, listen to me. Please."

"Difficult? I can't believe you! You are one of the most stubborn creatures I've…"

"Guys! Akira can't be the guilty party!"

Their argument—though unknown to the two younger adults—ceased. "Why do you say that?"

Kari gasped. "You're right."

She shoved a picture at the two of them, both examining it closely. The answer hit the redhead like a ton of bricks crashing down. "Of course! Nice thinking you two."

"Someone want to fill me in since I'm obviously not getting it." Matt snapped, a bit disgruntled from his conversation with Sora.

"You're as slow as you are stubborn." She hadn't said it very loud, but he heard it, nonetheless, prompting a glare in her direction. "Look at the color of the room that was vandalized at the Majestic Theater. The green room."

Feeling his face heat up in embarrassment, Agent Ishida could have kicked himself for not realizing it earlier. "Akira wouldn't go anywhere near that room. And he wouldn't let anyone associated with him go near it. We always had to wait in a dressing room because he couldn't stand the sight even for a small bit of time. I guess we're down to two."

Down to two.

The four sitting in the room became deathly silent as if finally realizing the gravity of the situation. There were only two days left to figure out and capture the culprit in time for the finals.

Two days.

I can't believe time will be up then. Will I see Matt after this? Sure, we'll both be in the FBI, but it's a big place. I…I want to be around him.

I feel like Sora and I have known each other for awhile. It's hard to describe how far we've come. Will Agent Jones put us anywhere near each other? Will we work together again? I doubt it; he hardly ever does nice things like that. I…I can't let her go without knowing how I feel.

"Are the two of you all right?"

T.K. and Kari had both noticed the sudden change in the two adults. Each had a slightly pale face, eyes widened in shock. It was like a tragic love story, one where the leading male and lady had just realized they would soon be separated, unsure if their love would be allowed to survive. Okay, maybe I'm being a little too dramatic. Kari took another look at the two. They've finally admitted it, though…at least to themselves.

"I'm fine."

"Me too,"

"Great," T.K. smiled brightly, "that means we can start watching the tape of the interviews now…"

"Thanks for inviting us here, you two. I had a lot of fun, and we got farther in our search for the Beauty Queen Killer. Thanks for everything!"

Kari gave the older girl a hug. "I miss seeing you everyday, Sor. Good luck with the rest of the pageant and everything. I'll be cheering for you. You'd better keep in touch with me after this is all over."

"I'd ask the same for both of you." T.K. beamed again. It was a contagious action, setting off a grin from the redhead.

"Hurry it up, Sora. You have to meet with Gennai in the next twenty-five minutes."

Well, it was contagious for everyone but Matt. He was still cross with her, and it was evidenced by his words and actions.

"I got it! Do you guys know that new club, Cancun? It's in the downtown district."

"Yeah," the younger blond nodded. "Why?"

"A bunch of contestants and I are going there tomorrow night, and it'd be great if I could hang out with you two once more. Come down!"

Matt interrupted Kari before she could respond. "You're going out the night before the competition? Doesn't sound like something you'd do."

"What I do and what I don't isn't your business, Ishida."

He glared at her, mood and attitude getting even more temperamental. "Kari, take good care of my brother."

"Of course, Matt." she replied, a little afraid of his current state. The girl reached over and gave him a quick hug. "Good luck with everything."

"T.K., we need to catch up more."

The younger blond gave an exasperated sigh. "We can't make it a habit to see each other once every few years. Give me a call, and Kari and I will come visit you in New York someday."

"Say hi to Mom for me." Shaking his brother's hand once, Matt pulled away, storming over to the door. "I'll be in the car."

Sora rolled her eyes as T.K. and Kari exchanged a knowing smile. "We'll try our best to get there, Sora."

"I'm glad. Well, Mr. Sunshine calls…"

"Sora, I don't know what's going on with the two of you," she held up a hand to cut the blond off, but he continued anyway, "but know that Matt is only trying to look out for you. He doesn't want to see you in trouble, particularly now that he understands what he's feeling for you."

The redhead was silent, trying to sort through everything T.K. had just given her to think about. With a final wave to the two, knowing she had to get going, the girl exited the apartment, a lot of weight now bearing on her mind.

Matt's increasingly powerful temper was just getting started so she said nothing to him as she buckled herself in. He turned to face her as he started the engine. "Do whatever you want, Takenouchi," he quietly, through firmly clenched teeth, lied. "See if I care…"

"Kamiya, where the hell are you going tonight? The pageant is tomorrow, and we don't know who is responsible for things." Agent Ishida's irritable behavior had continued into the next day, and everyone had played victim to its wrath.

"Look, I'm supposed to meet Mimi at this club, Cancun. She said a bunch of the contestants will be there. I'm going to do some spy work, check up on the girls. We got a lead about a couple of ladies being involved in some foul play, remember?" Tai finished buttoning his silky red shirt and fixed Matt with a hard stare.

"Yes, I remember. I just think you have better things to do with your time, particularly as the pageant is tomorrow."

But the bushy-haired brunette wouldn't buy that. "Why are you so damn moody? You're worse than Sora when she's PMS-ing…wait!" He had struck the goldmine. "You and Sora get into an argument or something?"

"I don't think she should invest her time in something so frivolous like clubbing at the current time."

"Lighten up, dude. She's just trying to play her part. If she didn't go, the others might wonder. Sora's been working her ass off the past two weeks. Let her have some fun."

For once Matt Ishida didn't have a sarcastic, witty or cold comment. He, much to Tai's surprise, didn't say anything. I think I hit a nerve.

"And I—along with Izzy, Joe and Davis—am going there too. It's the only lead we have at all. I'm starting to believe Agent Jones is right; the Beauty Queen Killer could be a hoax."

Matt scrunched up his brow. "What of those killed?"

Apparently he had forgotten that detail. "I'm sure they can be explained. Look, why don't you want us to go? Could it be that you're jealous the woman I'm chasing after makes it known to everyone that she returns the feelings? Believe me, dude, Sora might not be one for outer emotions but inside she's like a firecracker on the Fourth of July anytime she sees you. I don't know where you guys go off to sometimes, like where you disappeared to Sunday…"

"We told you guys a hundred times. Mr. Fujiyama had stuff he needed to tell Sora because she's in the competition, and he wanted me to know since I'm the head of the operation." Matt indignantly interrupted.

"…don't think she doesn't return your feelings, Ishida," Tai had continued on like the blond said nothing.

"I'm not jealous of your chick, Kamiya."

Though a bit put off by the comment, Tai couldn't fight back a smirk. So, you're not denying you and Sora have a thing. "Come with us, Matt. I guarantee you'll have a good time."

"Unlike you, Tai," the blond remained seated at his temporary desk, "I know someone needs to keep working. There will be time for partying and celebration after this is all over."

"If you're sure…well, you know where to find the rest of us. Later, Ishida."

Not bothering to look up from his cluttered desk, Agent Ishida grunted a reply. It's a wonder any of them made it into the force in the first place. He tugged at a lock of unruly hair in frustration. Maybe I'm overreacting a bit. I'm on edge with everything here and with Sora. Kamiya says she does like me…I might have to look into that tip very soon. I wonder what…damn it, Ishida! You have a case to work on. Figuring out how to ask out the most stubborn, beautiful, incredibly fantastic woman you've ever met, get her to agree and make her fall as hard for you as you did for her can wait.

He pulled two documents up on his laptop. The forest of paper on his desk was just a ruse to convince the others that he was working on their leads and information.

Two suspects. Two completely different motives. Two unclear questions marks. Two very large headaches.

With no plan of action, Matt chose to just dive right in headfirst, hoping he would float rather than sink. There was no clear cut way of going about it.

Mr. Oikawa.

The story with him was simple. He was a large contributor to the pageant and member of the board of trustees. It was only natural he be offered a judging spot.

But there was a twist.

After much research on Kari's part, the blond learned Mr. Oikawa almost wasn't given one of the judge's positions. Miss Nebraska happened to be his niece. His family carried a long tradition of beauty queens, but the title of Miss America had eluded them all. Oikawa's daughter, sister and mother had all participated in the competition, but the deer slipped free of the hunter each time. The highest place any had received was in the top ten. Miss Nebraska was the last female child in the family. This was their last chance.

Could he want to ensure her victory and bring the coveted prize to the family at last? He certainly gave her an easier question than he gave the others in the question and answer section. She seemed rather dull and unexciting, though, even if she's not bad on the eyes. But she's definitely no Miss New York…FOCUS Matt!

And what of the people at the hotel?

His own investigating—flirting with the clerk at the hotel—lit a flame through some of the fog. These two minions of whichever man happened to be the culprit were shady characters. Tut and Brown Widow were their names or at least what the cops called them. They'd checked into the hotel under two of, what Matt perceived, their many aliases. Wanted for all types of crime and sins across the U.S., these figures had somewhat made a name for themselves. But they weren't known to take orders from others. Unless they were paid a hefty amount of money. Mr. Oikawa definitely has the funds, but he's not the only one.

Mr. Fujiyama.

It was no secret the pageant had entered a drought fund-wise, leading them up a creak to a substantial debt when the man inherited control of it. The money had mysteriously began to dry up as he took over.

Critics were predicting this year's competition to be another Black Thursday. As like that infamous day in the 1920's, things were looking to crash and burn. It seemed people weren't anticipating the pageant one bit. The media and public needed something to spark their interest, some sort of hype.

The Beauty Queen Killer would be a fantastic ruse. People are going to watch the pageant tomorrow, wondering if perhaps something will happen.

But it was Mr. Fujiyama who had insisted the FBI send in an undercover agent. It was almost a paradox. But he could gain even more attention by letting it slip that Sora isn't really an official contestant. I know he's their old teacher, but desperate men go often take desperate measures.

Twenty minutes from where he started debating with himself about the two men, he was still stuck right back at the beginning of the circle. Two suspects and no new ideas. There's going to be hell to pay if we don't…

He jumped to his feet, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. "Ishida,"

A groan escaped his lips as he shut the phone moments later. Well this is freaking great. As if I don't have enough to worry about the way it is…

She took a drink of the bittersweet liquid before her. The air reeked of alcohol and sweat. People were yelling and screaming to be heard over the obnoxiously loud music. Clothes were slowly starting to come off. She herself had just thrown aside the wrap sweater Mimi made her wear, leaving her in a tank top that, in her opinion, showed a little too much skin. But she was hot—she couldn't fight the heat spread by the number of bodies in the room and fact the owners had purposely kept the heat cranked.

"Sora Lynn! This place is so awesome! Don't you think?"

The redhead watched as her friend pushed and shoved her way through the sea of gyrating men and women. "Hey Mimi. Yeah, I'm having fun. Where'd your boy toy run off to?"

"Tai's getting more drinks. Yes, I'll be careful how much I have," she replied after seeing the reproachful look Sora bore.

"So, how's Prince Charming?"

Mimi's face turned pink rather quickly. "He's good. I've been having lots of fun with him tonight. I think things could get serious."

Go Tai. "You might want to reapply some of your lipstick, Meems. I think Tai might be wearing it."

The girl laughed at Sora's comment, grabbing the drink out of her hand, luckily managing to avoid spilling any, and took her hand. "Oh I love this song! Let's dance! All our girls are waiting for us. Besides, you're too much of a wallflower."

"No, I'm not!" she protested as the two joined their group of friends—along with nearly all the other girls from the pageant on the dance floor—as "Hollaback Girl" blasted over the speakers. "I've been out here plenty of times, dancing with all of you."

Hearing their conversation, Jun danced her way over to them. "But you've turned down every invitation a guy has given you to dance! Some of them were really hot too!"

Yolei nodded her head in agreement. "She's right, Sora Lynn. You've only danced with guys when they've been here with all of us."

Catherine giggled. "I remember those guys. What were their names? Izzy, Joe, and Davis I think. They were all kinda cute. But Yolei's right."

Apparently you didn't see me dance with T.K. earlier.

Mimi smirked at her, winking at Gwen. Sora knew something was up. "We dare you to go up to a guy and ask him to dance with you. Pick any guy in this whole place that you want."

"Are you in third grade or something?" I don't want to dance with any of these guys that I don't know. I could ask Tai or one of the others, but they'd make me do it again. I know these ladies too well. I should have listened to Matt in the first place. I could be somewhere—alone—with him right now instead of at this dumb club.

"Come on, Sora Lynn!" Jun encouraged. "It's not that hard."

She turned her head, pretending to ignore the girls around her and their nagging. A gasp suddenly escaped her lips. No disguise? No costume? No changed hair color? What the hell is he doing here?

"Where's she going?" Jun shouted as Sora marched off in the direction she'd been staring in.

Gwen's mouth dropped. "Apparently she agreed to your bet."

Yolei snickered. "You would've thought she'd choose a guy who doesn't have a girl hanging onto him, though…"

And he yelled at me about coming here? He's such a hypocrite! What is he doing here now? Why did he come? And what's he doing with her…

"Mmhhh…you obviously spend a lot of time in the gym. I wish all guys were as muscular and strong as you."

Laughter.

When I get through with him, he's going to wish he never showed up. She marched up to him, ignoring the blond bimbo hanging onto his arm. "Fancy seeing you again."

His eyes turned to face hers, and she sensed a foreign emotion in them. "Oh, I was just looking for you."

"Looks like you got a bit distracted."

"What do you want, Sora Lynn?" the girl on his arm—Miss North Carolina—spit out.

"He promised me a dance over an hour ago. Looks like I've finally found you."

The man ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry 'bout that. I was looking for you in the crowd and…sorry…uh…Laura? I told you I was looking for someone. Maybe I'll talk to you later."

"You'd better," she gave a false laugh, batting her eyelashes in his direction.

Sora tugged on Matt's hand, pulling him—to his surprise—out on the dance floor, wrapping her arms possessively around his neck as the music changed to a slower number. "Bimbo bitch. I can't stand her."

Matt, though completely bewildered, snaked his arms around her figure, pulling her as close to him as possible, chuckling as Sora gave the blond girl a smirk. "It sounds like you're were a little jealous back there."

"Jealous of her…you wish? If you want to flirt with slutty chicks, be my guest."

He lowered his lips to her ear, brushing his warm breath against them. "I think you are jealous."

They were both silent. Frankie J's "Obsession (No Es Amor)" filled the air around them, keeping things from feeling too awkward. Both of them knew his last comment was completely true.

"What are you doing here, Ishida? Last I checked, you were chewing me out for being here. Now here you are. Hypocrite."

"I'm here for a reason, Sora. But what I do and what I don't do isn't your business," he harshly whispered the words he had thrown back at her days ago in her ear. The touch drove her crazy, even if the words were a bit rude, and she clutched onto him tighter, afraid she might do something stupid pretty soon.

"So am I."

Her whisper had the same effect on him. "I just got some important—very classified—information, but if you don't want to hear it…"

"I'm listening," she grumbled.

"Not here," his husky voice could barely be heard over the music. They both had to strain to hear what the other had been saying despite the fact they were talking in each others' ear. "Let's go find somewhere to sit down. You need to be able to hear me. Some of the others may benefit from it, but you need to know as soon as possible."

Sora nodded, releasing his neck from her grip a bit reluctantly. She grabbed his hand, though, telling herself it was just so they didn't get separated in the crowd. Like hell, Takenouchi.

But he didn't wrench free. Matt intertwined his fingers with hers and resisted the urge to smile at Sora's similar response. She let him to one of the few unclaimed places—a booth buried in the corner. The blond followed her in, forgetting their hands were still locked together.

There, in the dim light, away from the flashing disco balls and laser lights on the dance floor, he got his first true glance of how she looked. She was sweating slightly from the heat of being surrounded by so many people. Her hair was hanging straight as a board, floating onto the lime green tank top—or whatever the hell females call those things—and she was wearing faded, low rising jeans.

At the same time, Sora got to fully see his appearance, very gladly taking in the sight before her. No wonder Laura was hitting on him. His long legs were accented by very well-fitting jeans. The blue designer t-shirt he wore was a startling shade, the exact same as Matt's eyes, depending on what mood he was in. That shade is the cool and relaxed mood, the way I hardly ever see Matt. "So, what's up?"

"Mr. Fujiyama called. Someone found out about everyone's plans to come here tonight even though you all were explicitly told to stay away from any clubs or parties. He had no choice but to send some guards from the hotel here. Anyone they catch here—someone apparently leaked that you guys were coming to this club—will be taken back to Mr. Fujiyama. Even you won't be able to avoid any trouble."

She looked for some sort of sign that he was joking but found none. He wouldn't have come down here otherwise. "Why didn't you just call me, Matt?"

"I forgot," his cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

She rolled her eyes. But I'm not complaining that he's here now. "I need to warn Mimi and the others."

"It's too late; they're on their own." He gestured to the floor. Sora noticed the same few men she saw guarding the halls at night, including the one who had stopped to question her when she found the aspirin bottle on the floor.

"You're right. They'll realize it on their own." How am I supposed to get out of here?

"Shit, they're getting closer to us." Matt glanced back in that direction.

The security guards had now taken to glancing at the booths in addition to prowling the floor. She could see two of the contestants scurry away from their partners, obviously understanding the guards were here for them and the others. "If they find me here, I'm dead. Agent Jones will kill me."

"Me too. And the other guys as well. We needed to stay at headquarters instead of get drawn out here."

She slunk back in the booth, unable to think of anything. We can't run. There's probably a few guards stationed by the exits. I guess this is it. "Matt, I'm sorry for getting you drawn into this. If I would've listened to you in the first place…"

"You were right. We're partners…it's part of my job to look out for you, Sora, but I also have to remember you're more than capable of taking care of yourself. I just wish things didn't have to be like this right now. If only there was some way we could avoid them and get back to headquarters. The guards will go after us if we leave the booth right now, though."

"What are we going to do? I'm completely out of ideas." She sighed, wishing there was some way out of this mess they found themselves in. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Tai attempting to usher Mimi out of the guards' way, pulling her toward the DJ. Yolei, Jun, Catherine, and Gwen were being split up by Joe and the others. They apparently figured things out. I hope they manage to get out.

The guards increased their pace, not yet reaching the two but coming up fast. It suddenly came to the blond. Why didn't I think of it before? He knew there was only one thing that would keep Sora from being discovered right now. Please don't hate me.

Matt pushed her back against the booth wall, pressing his body to hers and blocking her from all sight with his body.

She looked up at him, adorably puzzled, fearful and concerned—a rainbow of emotions filling her. Their eyes met as if time had stopped, red and blue melting together. Matt slowly leaned down, eyes beginning to close, placing his lips on hers and surrendering to his only option but, more importantly, finally listening to his heart. Don't slap me, Sora. I know you want this as much as I do.

The redhead froze at the touch, unable to think, breathe, move or do anything remotely close. He's kissing me again… Instinct was screaming at her to pull away. Logic told her it was just a decoy, that he was only kissing her to keep the guards from noticing them; it wasn't a romantic gesture. Her conscience was having a heart attack. Her mind tried to snap her back to reality.

But it was her heart. Her heart told her to continue.

And Sora Takenouchi did just that.

Matt smiled against her lips as he felt her kiss back, both of them finally giving into the temptation the other offered. They had each wanted it for so long—though for both of them, it took a long time to notice—and it was now finally happening. Running his hands through her hair, he deepened the kiss. She locked her hands around his neck again, trying to pull him closer to her.

It hadn't been meant as an affectionate gesture. The kiss. It was, as Matt was planning, just going to be a simple, short, sweet kiss to hide Sora from view. But as soon as she kissed him back, he threw that plan out the window.

Sora emptied out every emotion she felt into the kiss. Her tongue traced his lips, and he let it in, allowing her to explore his mouth. A battle for dominance raged between the two. Matt pulled away to allow his lungs some oxygen but quickly regained her lips, frantically placing kisses against them.

She moaned against his kisses, berating herself for not allowing this to happen between the two of them sooner. I think it's obvious now that we both wanted it to happen. Her hands snaked under his shirt, feeling his strong muscular chest and abs. He massaged her back, darting his fingers underneath her tank top and gently stroking her smooth skin.

They both pulled away simultaneously, panting hard and searching for some air. Sora's arms moved to his shoulders, and her head rested against his chest. Matt held her tightly in his embrace, not wanting to let her go for fear that it was all just a dream. His eyes searched around the room for the guards. Thankfully, it appeared they were all leaving now. But I bet they're going to wait to surprise us outside. "I think they're gone."

"That's good…but I doubt they left." She was barely able to talk, left so breathless from the power and passion of Matt's kisses.

Their heads slowly came together. She's so intoxicating. I can't let go of this chance now that I have it. I've been waiting for such a long time.

His lips sunk to her neck, lightly kissing it and running his teeth against the skin. She was unsure what he was doing, but the moan she let out showed her true feelings. The redhead lightly touched his cheek, bring his head up to hers and connecting their lips once more.

I can't fight it anymore.

I can't deny my feelings. We both know they're real.

Their kisses intensified, neither of them holding back on the passion. The need for each other was too great. She pushed him backwards a bit, moving to sit in his lap, neither stopping the barrage of kisses.

But as it is said, all good things must come to an end.

His watch beeped the time: 10:00. She—very reluctantly—pulled away from him. "Our…curfew…is in half an hour. We need to find someway to get out of here," she finally regained a regular breathing pattern.

He kissed her once more, nodding his agreement. Matt glanced around the room in search of an escape route. A flash of blond gave him an idea…

"This is so crazy! I can't believe it worked!" Sora gleefully shouted as Matt revved up the motorcycle—the first vehicle he'd seen in the garage. She climbed on behind him, watching as Kari winked at her, the last thing she saw before putting the helmet on.

The motorcycle roared off and soon she found herself flying through part of San Antonio. "Where are we going?" she yelled.

"I have no idea!" Matt was just happy that his plan had worked. T.K. and Kari, after finding out why Matt was there and noticing some of Sora's lipstick on his face, enthusiastically agreed to help the two out. They headed for the exit closest to where Matt had parked. While T.K. and Kari distracted the guard, the two older adults made a mad dash for the motorcycle.

Matt killed the engine, parking the bike a few blocks away from the hotel. Discarding his helmet on the ground, he turned around, taking the redhead's off as well. "I'd say this is fine for now."

"I can't believe you just did that."

"I can't believe I did that either. You're a bad influence, Takenouchi."

She smirked at him, gently kissing his neck, eliciting a gasp from the blond. "I knew there was still a rebel and rule breaker within you somewhere."

He brought her lips up to his, enjoying the feeling of kissing them again. "For you…I guess I do have a habit of bending the rules," he mumbled through the kisses they gave each other.

"Ishida! Kamiya! Kido! Izumi! Motomiya! Where the HELL are you all at? You have some serious explaining to do."

Matt winced from the sound of the very angry voice yelling into the microphone attached to the necklace he had. Sora covered her ears at the loud sound. "Agent Jones, this is Ishida. I'm off running an important errand Mr. Fujiyama asked me to do. It's viable for security…"

"From what I heard, that errand shouldn't have taken over an hour! Where are the rest of you?"

"Kamiya here, sir. The rest of the guys and I are off investigating our lead."

"And you couldn't have done that any other time? Get back to headquarters IMMEDIATELY! Ishida, find Takenouchi now and bring her here too! You all will be dealt with there…"

A/N: Aren't cliffhangers fun? Hope you guys all enjoyed the chapter. Don't forget to review! Oh yeah, I don't own either of the songs mentioned in the chapter. Hollaback Girl and Obsession just seemed to fit the scenarios though, don't you think? Well, this is my LAST update until I get back from Mexico. It'll probably be two or three weeks till you read any updates from me again.

I've got the rest of this story planned out. There will be…dun dun dun…4 more chapter left. Things should be resolved by then. Please tell me what you guys thought about this chapter. Hope to hear from you all, and I'll talk to you guys again when I get back from vacation!

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