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"Skipper, you're over re-acting!" He said, trying to get his Captain to make sense. Instead, Skipper's scowl grew.
"How can I not be over reacting! It was the least I could do to make things clear between us." He said in a snappy tone. Private knew that it wasn't directed at him [not entirely at least], but it still hurt to hear him talk lik that. Not only that but this would be the perfect chance to rip the two apart and keep Skipper for himself, but there was no temptation to do that. He felt no urge to pry Skipper from Marlene, instead he felt the urge to make a clean situation, one with no misunderstandings. Was it because he was a gentleman? A consider-er or others' feelings and an anti-guilt being? He pushed the thoughts from his head; it wasn't what he wanted to think about at the moment.
"Skipper, I think you should reason with Marlene before making any drastic decisions." He said before he could stop himself. Skipper turned around with a spiteful look on his face.
"So you think I should marry a woman who might cheat on me on my third night of marriage? Marry a woman who could carry out an affair anytime she liked behind my back? I don't think so Private. And besides, I have a mission on my hands right now, I can't have anything distracting me."
"But this is distracting you! Skipper, I know things are being difficult, but please, at least try to make the situation better." He said, the plea obvious in his voice. Skipper looked at Private for a moment before sighing. "I'll only try to make the situation better once the case is solved. We need to get to the bottom as soon as we can." Skipper said after a moment's pause, a sigh escaping him.
A smile graced Pirvate's lips. The Captain was trying, and that was what counted at the moment.
"Well, I'm going to get a few things done before I finish for the night, anything you want me to do specifically?"
"No, not now, I'll tell you tomorrow." Skipper said, Private nodded and proceeded in making his way out, but the other stopped him.
"Pri," He began, the said boy turned around.
"Yes Skipper?"
He looked to the side before saying: "Thanks, for everything. For telling me what happened, and for telling me what you think I should do... how to handle the situation and all."
"Never a problem Skipper, and remember; we're here for each other, whatever mess we're in, we'll get it out together." He said before walking out of the door. Skipper watched the door for a moment longer than normal, the tips of his ears burning a slight pink.
"Oh my gawd! You like him! I knew it!" The other squealed, fisting both hands and bringing them up to his face. Private's cheeks burned a brilliant scarlet and he could only look away.
This was the only person he could think of to turn to.
Roger.
A giggle sounded from him, and Private sighed and shook his head slighly.
"Roger, you've been saying the same things over and over again for the past hour, won't you listen to the other things I have to say?" Private asked, propping his elbows up onto the table and resting his chin on both palms, Roger, grining from ear to ear, gave a small nod, sat himself down at the small table he called a coffee table and leaned in.
"So?"
"So what?"
"You know what I mean Private! Does he like you back?" He asked with wide eyes and a hand tangled in his lush green strands. Private shook his head.
"I wish he did, but he's engaged to Marlene."
"What? Why? Marlene's not that great!"
Private chuckled. "I wouldn't say that, she's not so bad... I mean, I know I'm jealous of her and all, but if it makes Skipper happy, then I shouldn't be bummed about it. But, you know, I can't help but feel a little regret, I mean, when I told Skipper about how she was being friendly with another, he got really cross and canceled their wedding for the time being." A 'Yess!' sounded from Roger. "But I couldn't bring myself to use that situation as a chance to tear them apart, I only managed to convince Skipper to give her a second chance. And now I'm really regreting it."
"Well of course you're regretting it! You just let your love slip away!"
"How can you tell?"
"You've said like, ten 'buts' in that last sentence."
"But, I wouldn't want it if I got it the wrong way, and besides, what are the chances of Skipper actually liking me back?" He said, taking his cup and sipping his Earl Grey slowly. Roger rolled his eyes before biting into a jam smeared scone. "The only way," He said after swallowing. "Is if you just gather some courage and tell him straight out how you feel. It's the best way to win one's heart. Oh, and you said 'but' again."
"I don't think it'll work on him, he's just that kind of person; nothing normal works on him."
"What makes Marlene so special? I don't think I understand." Roger said, looking up as if he were trying to figure something out that was written out in the air, Private smiled.
"She's just a challenge. Well, that's not a good way to put it, but I think the reason why Skipper likes her so much is because there's not a lady like her. She's completely different from others, and she boggles him completely, I think it's beause of that."
"But you're so much better!" He cried. Private shook his head.
"You know saying things won't change anything, despite it being good or bad. Anyhow, when's your next performance?"
Roger smiled. "Well, I got a call back for the Marriage of Figaro for next month, and there's this really cute guy with long hair that's helping out for the stage set up and stuff."
"You seem awfully excited about all of this, what role did you audition for?"
"Cherubino."
"You mean the one that wants to deflower that girl?"
"No, the one who runs around like a man whore." He corrected with a giggle, Private could only chuckle at this.
"Well, I think I ought to be going; I need to work on a case that Skipper's got his pants in a bunch about."
"Alrighty then, I'll see you again around next week?"
"If the chances are in my favour, then yes." Private said before waving and making his way out of the apartment door. Roger sighed and sat himself down. "Darn that brunette, stealing away Private's chances with Skipper... though I never thought that he would go for him, I thought he would go for a more gentler type of guy." He pondered while clearing the table of the dishes.
It had been a week since the incident (if you could call it that) with Marlene and Skipper, and the four specialists were no where near solving the case.
"So let me get out facts straightened out;
1) There's drug trafficking and slave dealing going on behind closed doors at the Limbo Leamurs.
2) Ring-tail isn't the cause of it, but if his his brother's doing.
3) The brother's gang name is Fuusa, and his current where abouts are unknown, though we have a few possible locations... Kowalski, options."
The said man flipped his notepad to another page and scanned down his list. "Well, we already scanned all of the records we could on him, but couldn't wring out any vital information. What we can do is either spilt up and go look for him, or to set up a trap that would lure him back to Julien's club."
"Hmm, I don't think the first option is in our budget, so I think we'll have to go with the second one. But how do we do that?"
"Maybe get Julien to stop the dealings, I'm pretty sure that that would catch his attention, and make him come over."
"True, but would the dancing fool have enough guts?"
"He's got Mort to protect him." The scientist said, tapping the end of the pencil by his chin. "By the records I've managed to get, he seems qualified for almost any situation. I don't think we'd have anything to worry about Julien's safety (Maurice is with him too)."
"So all we need to be ready is for the timing of the whole thing and how to wrap things up cleanly."
"Precisely."
"I will not allow that." He said, crossing his arms and looking away, eyes closed. The other merely gave a grunt. Julien's head snapped back when he heard that grunt.
"Look Freako," Julien began.
"Rico." Skipper corrected.
"Whatever, anyway, I will not listen to you, or to you Skippy." He stated, pointing an elegant finger at him.
"But it's a part of the plan to get him here! You're the one that needs our help, so why won't you do what needs to be done?"
"My brother is the kind that would send an asassin, it's not like him to come willingly and negotioate."
"Then what do we do?" Private asked, Julien shrugged. "I don't know, but there has to be some kind of happening that would get him here. Like, if he were to run out of workers, or had to deliver the slaves on his own or something."
"Or, if someone disrupted the dealings without your consent." Skipper siad slyly, a look crossing over his face. "Say, what would happen if our team decided to bust you guys in and take you to the cops? Would he come then?"
"Maybe, I don't really know."
"There's nothing else we can do." Skipper said, and turned around to face the other three. "Alright, here's what we do; We 'sneak' into the club, make our way to the back, or where ever the situation is taking place, and book 'em."
"But Skipper, we can't really do them in or else they'd be jailed, and the operation might not go as well as it should."
"I know a few guys that would let me pull a few strings here and there, but they'll all end up behind bars anyway. What do you think Ring-tail?"
"Ugh, will you please stop calling me by that ridiculous name? Other than that, I think it's wonderful. You and your silly friends, breaking into my beloved dance club place and doing your police thingy, how could I not love it?"
'Sometimes I can't tell if he's being serious or sarcastic.' Private thought to himself.
"So you're agreeing to the plan?" The Captain asked, the Prince nodded.
"Just make my brother go away."
I hope this didn't seem like a filler, and I just couldn't resist the temptation of not adding Roger in, so you'll have to bear with me here.
And as for those Arche/Archie fans, don't worry, he's going to make a special re-appearence.
Hope you liked it!
Oh, and sorry if there are any grammar and/or spelling mistakes.