Part II: My Baby left me!

Chapter: Of Chocolate and Ancient Gods

That's how Kat Wagner found her just moments later. Sitting on the breakfast table, tears in her eyes, still staring at her half empty coffee mug and a chocolate muffin that had barely been bitten once.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Kat asked. "Jet lag? Hangover?"

She shook her head, miserable. "It's me and John. We had this stupid fight."

"Ah." Kat replied, taking a seat too. "I wondered what was the matter with him. I just ran into him in the hallway, and he didn't even say hi. Seemed to be in a hurry."

"Yeah?" Margot looked up to Kat. "That makes me feel even worse."

"Why? Where was he heading to?"

"To silicon valley, apparently."

"Oh." said Kat, and raised an eyebrow. So that's what this was about. "I see. You met her then, right?"

"The Barbie Doll? Yeah, I did."

"I'm sorry, Margot. I should've warned you about her, but I didn't quite know-"

"It's not your fault that John decided to be an ass." Margot stated, and gave a long sigh, crumbling her muffin to pieces with her fingers.

"So what did he do exactly." Kat asked, fearing for the worst. "He didn't-"

"He stared at her." Margot replied silently. "And he blushed - on that cute way he does when he looks at me."

Kat was silent for a few heartbeats. Stared and blushed? Surely Margot was overreacting a bit.

"Oh come on, Margot. You can hardly blame him for staring. I mean, you did see her, right? It's pretty hard not to notice her looks."

Margot shook her head, desperate. "It's not that. Yeah, I know he's a guy, and I know he's all happy happy joy joy when he gets to see boobs… but there is something else. I have a bad feeling about this."

"About what?" Kat asked.

"About that woman, or whatever she is."

At least they were on the same page now, Kat thought. For she too shared Margot's concern about BPRD's latest recruit. Damn that Manning for hiring her!

"So you felt it too." she stated. "That there's something weird about her."

"Yes! God, I'm glad to hear you say it. The way John was defending her just there, made me feel like I was losing my mind or something. It was so obvious there's something fishy about her, and he didn't seem to notice it at all. On the contrary - he seemed to like her."

"Did you take a look at her mind?" Kat asked. She'd tried to do that several times, but her telepathy just wasn't strong enough.

"I tried." Margot shrugged. "But I couldn't. She was blocking me."

"Damn." said Kat. "Now I'm worried."

"Ah, it's probably nothing." Margot sighed. "Some people can keep me out, without even knowing they're doing it. It doesn't necessarily mean anything."

"But maybe it does."

"It might." Margot eyes were worried. "I can't believe she's working here. Why is that exactly?"

Kat sighed and rolled her eyes. "Blame Manning. Apparently Professor Broom is worried about something that's going on in Mexico, and we needed an expert on that area. And here we are, with Ms. Connelly. Though I have no idea where Manning found her."

"Well not in Mexico, that's for sure. Wouldn't there have been an actual Mexican expert on these matters?"

"One would think so. But hey… tell me more about what happened with John."

Margot sighed again, and looked absolutely miserable.

"Oh, I don't know. We were having breakfast, and everything was just fine. I mean, we had an amazing night - you wouldn't believe the skills that guy has! He made me come like ten times-"

"Too much information!" Kat yelped. Christ, she'd have to be able to work with Myers. "Move on, please."

"Right." Margot said, blushing. "So, we were having breakfast, and then this botox woman appeared-"

"Ah, so you noticed it too?"

"Sure I did. No one has a face like that without some toxins in it." She shrugged. "Anyways, the moment she arrived, I lost John."

"What do you mean, you lost him?"

"Like he wasn't here anymore. With one wave of her hair she got him. As if he was under a spell, or something."

"A spell? Hardly." Kat made a small laugh. "So what if he fancies that girl? She looks like a porn star, and I get it that guys like that. But Myers is yours, you know it. You saved his life."

"Yeah." Margot replied, but her tone was still sad. "I know he loves me."

"Then I'm sure it's gonna be alright. All couples fight, you know."

"I hoped we wouldn't be like all couples. I hoped we'd be special."

"Come on, now. Eat your chocolate muffin." Kat stated. "It's gonna make you feel better. And after that you're gonna go and talk with Myers, and it's gonna be fine. You know, makeup sex can be great."

There was a small smile on Margot's lips, what had been Kat's intention.

"Sex with John is always great." she replied. "But to be able to have that again, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to apologize to him. I said some pretty nasty things to him, and by God, I suck at apologizing."

"Or you could just wipe the argument from his mind?" Kat suggested.

"Now, there's a thought." Margot laughed. "Or, I could just give him a nice blow job, and pretend we never had a fight at all? I do like giving them to him, you know."

"Yeah." Kat grimaced. "Again, too much information."

"Sorry." Margot shrugged. "But it is a great way to let off some steam. You should try it with Red."

"And who says I haven't? Kat stated, with an impish grin that managed to silence even Margot.

But Margot didn't go directly to Myers after the breakfast. She knew that he'd be in this 'meeting' with Beatrix Connelly, and she - quite correctly - suspected it wouldn't be a good idea to meet her again.

So instead she went out, did some shopping on a nearby mall, had a glass of wine by herself in a nice little restaurant while idly listening to people's thoughts around her. She wanted to give Myers some time to calm down, and for herself too. Besides, he'd been right to say he had work to do. Margot might have the day off, but for Myers this was just like any other day in the office.

It wasn't until late afternoon, that she returned to BPRD, and after scanning the building with her mind, found him in a small office room near Broom's library.

"Hey, can I come in?" she asked with a soft voice, leaning on the doorway.

He looked up from a huge book he'd been reading, and the look in his eyes made her heart skip a beat. He seemed hurt, and sad - in a way that only someone who loves you can look.

"Yeah, sure." he said, and closed the book with a thud.

He was wearing a nice suit, shirt and a tie - though not the Massimo Dutti from last night. Margot suspected that suit had to be dry cleaned before it could be used again. The thought made her blush slightly.

She walked to him, and leaned on the table.

"John, I'm sorry."

Damn, it was hard to say those words. She wouldn't have done it for anyone else but him.

"No, come on." Myers replied. He reached for her hand and took it in his. "I'm sorry. I was being an ass. I don't know what got into me."

"Yeah, you were an ass." she said. "Staring at her boobs and trying to deny it."

"I know." he frowned, clearly embarrassed. "I'm really sorry about that."

"So you admit it then." Margot raised an eyebrow. "That you thought she was pretty."

"I admit, that I acted like a fool. And I am apologizing."

"Fine." Margot stated. "It's not like I was at my best either. It's just… something about her suited ill with me."

But Myers shook his head, and then looked her in the eye. "You know what, I don't want to talk about her anymore. It's not important. She's not important. I don't want to spend these three days I have with you, fighting about something that's just insignificant. I hate fighting with you, you know."

"Yeah, me too." she said with a small smile. "Let's never do that again."

"Come here." he said.

His voice was low and gentle, and he pulled her closer. She climbed to sit on his lap, her legs on both side of his, their faces so close to each other, that she could taste the spearmint of his breath on her lips.

"I just hated seeing the way you looked at her." she confessed, burying her face to his neck. His smell was all cotton and old books, steel and mint, and she loved it. It made her feel like home, like her heart was at ease.

It was a strange feeling, a scary one, but something she'd begun to need.

He pulled her tight against his chest, his arms around her waist.

"Like I said, I don't know what got into me. I mean, I don't even find her that attractive-"

"Come on, stop the lying." Margot stated. "I don't want to fight again."

"But it's true. I think you're like a thousand times prettier than she is."

Margot's heart skipped a beat.

"Really?"

"Yeah." his voice was low and gentle. "I do. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

Margot stayed quiet for a few heartbeats, just breathing in his scent, feeling his hands on her back, caressing her softly. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned even closer. "I'm liking what I'm hearing." she murmured softly. "Please, go on."

"You've got the best body." he breathed, letting his hands move slowly to her hips, and to her thighs. "I mean, do you have any idea how hot you are? I love it that you're shorter than me, and that you're so petite you fit like this in my lap."

"And?" Margot was smiling now. The warmth of his touch on her thighs and her hips made her long for all kinds of things. She leaned back to take a better look at him.

"And your face." he replied, blushing a bit. "I love it, too."

"Wasn't that poetic." Margot rolled her eyes, though smiling. "Try a bit harder, Thad."

He lifted his hand to her cheek, followed the line of her jaw to her lips. And he didn't need to speak out loud, for she shared his mind, and saw just what he was seeing.

That he thought, the green of her eyes was like the forest on a spring, that the freckles on her face made him happy every time he saw them, that he loved her pale skin for it looked like porcelain, and he adored the way her cheeks blushed when he kissed her.

His thoughts took Margot's breath away, and she gasped.

"Ok, that was better." she sighed, and let him pull her closer for a kiss.

Oh, how soft his lips were on hers! Margot made a small gasp, as she opened her mouth for his deep kiss. His hands on her hips pulled her closer, and she felt how he got aroused, his evident hard on soon pressing against her inner thigh.

Margot broke the kiss, her heart pounding.

"Christ, John." she breathed. "I'm really liking the way you apologize."

"And I'm really liking the way you take my mind off work." he groaned, and tried to pull her closer for another kiss, but the word 'work' had made Margot distracted.

"So, you still have work to do?"

Myers sighed. "Ah. Always."

"Can I help?"

"I don't know. Unless you're an expert in the ancient Gods of the Aztecs?"

"Let me see." she said, frowning. "That's what you're reading about?"

"Yeah. There's something going on in Mexico City, or rather a bit outside of it. In Teotihuacan. I'm searching for some clues, going through these books."

"In that case you've got to dig deeper. You do know Teotihuacan wasn't built by Aztecs, right?" Margot turned the pages of the old book. "They just named it Teotihuacan, 'The place where Gods were born', for it was ancient already when they found it."

"Yeah, I know. But Aztecs did live on that area for a long time, and they do have written history, unlike the builders of Teotihuacan. Besides, I had to start from somewhere."

"Right." Margot said, and turned to face him again. She placed a small kiss on his forehead to smooth the worried wrinkles off. "But you're not going to get to the bottom of that today. Come on, it's almost dinnertime. You're going to take me out for dinner."

"I am?" he asked, looking up to her eyes.

"Oh yes, you are. Someplace nice, I think." Margot leaned closer and to give a small kiss on his nose. "And after that we're going to have awesome sex at your place."

"Yeah?" he grinned. "I'm liking this plan."

"And as promised, I'll teach you the meaning of the word 'kinky'."

"When did you promise that?" he laughed.

"After you had tied me down and fucked me on the barstool? Or at least I meant to say it. That next time I'd tie you down and show you the meaning-"

"- of the word 'kinky'. Right." He nodded, his hands still caressing her thighs. "I have a vague memory of you mentioning something like that."

"So, what are you waiting for?" she grinned. "I'm starving."