Chapter 2: A Visitor

He was beyond angry. Who the hell did Dewey think he was?!

"He was always a mama's boy." Louie grumbled.

Instead of moping around, Louie decided to go to the TV Room. It was a quiet afternoon, and he used it as an opportunity to relax and collect his raging thoughts: he was angry with everyone.

Until…

CRASH!

Louie groaned, rolled his eyes, and went upstairs, knowing exactly who it was. Of all the days she wanted to rob Scrooge, she had to choose this one. He just wasn't in the mood to fend her off. Louie reached Scrooge's office and swung open the door, only to find Goldie O'Gilt fussing over broken glass.

"Well, well, well…" Louie sighed.

"Fancy seeing you here, Sharpie." she said.

"I live here." Louie grumbled.

"Whatever." she replied.

Louie inspected the scene in front of him. She was holding a marble cat that they found on an adventure a few months ago. Louie sighed, knowing exactly where this was headed:

"Can't we just talk this out. I'm seriously not in the mood—" Louie tried.

Goldie lunged forward and powerfully kicked his shin. Louie, unprepared for the attack, fell backwards and landed on the carpet. He groaned and rubbed his sore arm.

"Funny. My uncle wanted to keep those cats." Louie said through gritted teeth.

"I know this seems like all fun and games, but I really need this haul, okay? Now, be a good boy and scamper off."

Louie frowned at her condescending tone of voice. She was about to sashay off when he caught her in a leg sweep and she joined him on the floor. He heard her curse as he got up quickly and rolled on top of her, pinning her arms down. She struggled.

"Louie," she protested. "Please, don't be this way."

"You can pout all you want, Goldie, but I'm not letting you take Scrooge's stuff."

"What a killjoy, seriously. You're always so uptight."

"You're always so on the wrong side of the law." he retorted.

Goldie sniffed. "It's all part of the survival. You wouldn't want me to starve, would you?" she asked, slightly stalling because she was enjoying the way his body seemed to meld into hers.

Louie resisted. The whole reason he stopped learning from Goldie in the first place was because she was becoming romantically attracted to him. He had mixed feelings about the whole ordeal.

"You could try getting a real job," he admonished.

"But then we wouldn't have fun little encounters like this," she said, brushing her hips against his.

He scowled. "True, but it would also be a little more… legal."

Goldie pouted. "You have no imagination."

Something clicked inside of Louie: His pent up frustration with his mom and brothers was really stressing him out. He gazed down at Goldie, who stared back at him with half lidded emerald eyes.

"Are you going to go quietly?" he asked, still pinning her wrists down.

A very naughty look crossed Goldie's features. "When have you ever wanted me to go quietly? I thought you liked it when I—"

He couldn't take it anymore. Louie captured her mouth in a searing kiss, stopping her from finishing her sentence.

Since he seemed so distracted, Goldie let him work himself up a bit with the liplock before she violently shoved him off of her and leaped up, jumping for the the cats.

Louie was on his feet just after her, yanking on her wrist and pulling her away from the cats display.

She turned her body and kicked him solidly in the solar plexus. He let go of her wrist, one hand on his chest.

She didn't let him recover and grabbed a whip Scrooge found in the Temple of the Gorgons. Louie dodged, raised one arm up as her whip wound around it tightly. He tugged it sharply and pulled her off balance, socking her in the stomach for a little reciprocation as she fell forward.

Goldie grunted from his punch and fell back.

"That was mean."

"Just as mean as you." he smirked.

"You shouldn't ever hit a lady."

Louie snorted. "So you're trying to imply that you're a lady."

Goldie frowned. "You're a jerk."

He shrugged. "I've been called worse."

"I bet you have, Mister Playboy. I know your reputation. Wham bam thank you ma'am, and then it's off with another one…or three."

"I'm not that bad," he protested.

"Yes, you are."

"The media always blows everything out of proportion."

Goldie laughed. "Louie, this is the one thing the media has spot on."

Louie looked a little indignant. Being the nephew of Scrooge McDuck does play into his favour. He noticed Goldie scowl. Was she… was she jealous…?

She regained her composure.

"Anyway, I have some business to attend to…" Goldie said.

Goldie dashed for the cases before Louie could stop her. She was trying to break open the case when he pulled her away again, and began to fight.

Goldie punched and kicked, scratched with her nails, and cracked her new whip. Louie dodged and blocked, threw out his own punches. He frontkicked her into a case, stunning her for a second. She rolled and dodged as he came for her, kicking him in the back and propelling him away.

He turned sharply and caught her with a side kick.

She flitted back in to engage him, throwing out a punch, but he grabbed her arm and tugged her toward him, putting her in a hold. She struggled, and he took a moment to cop a feel on her backside.

"Louie!" she protested.

He let her go, pushing her away. She dusted herself off. Sauntering forward, she draped her arms around his shoulders. Louie's face was stony, knowing he couldn't trust her when she was in one of these moods.

Goldie emitted some breathy giggles and pecked on his chin.

"Goldie," he warned.

He looked up just in time to catch a punch on the jaw and a kick in the chest. Then she caught him in the side with a hook kick, but he grabbed her leg, flipping her to the ground hard. She saw stars for a moment before wrenching her leg from his hands, placing her hands by her head and propelling herself back to standing. His back hit the wall.

"Hmm, nowhere to go," she grinned.

He darted forward and grabbed her arms, trying to restrain her as best he could. She protested and struggled, before a sneaky look crossed her face.

Louie sucked in a breath and he released her, backing away.

"Never get tired of that," she teased.

"And you complain about me."

She turned her back to him, grinning over her shoulder, swaying toward the cases again. When he started to follow, she whirled around and kicked him squarely in the chest. She kicked him hard and he fell against the wall.

This was all the time she needed. She ran to the cases and kicked the glass in, causing it to rain shards everywhere. She snatched up the cats and ducked as he tried to grab her as he disentangled himself from her whip. She picked up the handle to her weapon and snapped it away from him before darting out the door, cracking the air as she went, keeping him back. She pulled a rolled up bag from her belt and placed the cats inside as she turned and ran.

Louie flew around the corner in pursuit, but had not expected anyone to be in his way. Louie was dismayed when he got to the window with the circle cut out and saw that Goldie was nowhere in sight.

She had gotten away with the cats.