Author's Note: This is a bit of a techie chapter. A small budding relationship with Vic and Jinx and a lot of museum technology lingo. But mind you this is the real deal, so if you plan on robbing a museum anytime soon, you should take these security measures into mind. Given they aren't real for the ROM and and a bit exagerrated for the story's sake. Most museums are not this secure and do not have this much money to blow on cameras and motion sensors. These details are important for plot, I swear.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans, the ROM or the Serra.

Chapter 5 - Security Talks and Dinner Dates

Jinx leaned over Victor. He was sitting in her seat looking over her computer models of the wing. They had been staring at the screen for over 3 hours deciding where to place cameras and motion sensors.

Jinx pulled back and laid a hand on her hip, the other on the desk holding her up. All around herdesk were blue prints for the structure and models of the cameras and motion detectors being used. Behind her desk was a cut away, scale model of the structure. You could lift off the levels piece by piece and look at the lay-outs of each room.

"Alright Sparky, what kind of motion detectors did you have in mind?" He swivelled on the chair, not taking his eyes off of the screen.

"Well, a combination of both infrared and microwave," he turned his head to face her, "think you can handle that?"

"I can handle whatever you throw at me." He smiled and turned back to the computer model and started typing quickly.

"Well then catch." The screen was black with a blue grid that represented the walls of the building. Suddenly the screen pulled back revealing the entire 3rd level, which is where the exhibit would be.

"Red shows exits, both public and service doors." Jinx nodded. Red areas of the grid began to glow, there were only 2. The crystal was built so that there was only one way to get in or out of the other levels, the Stairs of Wonder. Also the Spirit Room ran throughout the structure, acting as a potential entry point.

"Green is infrared." Green points began to glow around the structure, each emanating a small green circular area around it.

"Yellow is microwave." The same thing began to happen with yellow points.

"Note that with this lay out, there is no point not covered by any one of their motion radii." Jinxstuck outher bottom lip and nodded, impressed. The entire 3rd level was covered with green and yellow orbs.

"Now, as for entry points…" Vic continued to type in the computer. The blue 3-D model became whole again only to be sliced in half along the Stairs of Wonder. Each of the double doors leading into every level was glowing red. Victor then quickly turned around in the chair and looked at Jinx straight in the eye. She had been leaning in and not expecting him to turn so quickly so they met face to face, inches apart. But neither backed down.

"That's your plan?" Victor was the toone pull away, he leaned back in the chair, crossed his legs and rested his hands on his stomach.

"Yep that's my plan."

"Well, are the rest of the levels going to be this secure?"

He shook his head, "Nope, just level 3 and Crystal Court. It'd be bitchin' expensive if we did all the levels. And of course, when the exhibit leaves, you can kiss all this technology goodbye."

Jinx pursed her lips together and blew a flying kiss at him mockingly. He smirked and caught it before crushing it in his hand and pretending to let the dust fall on the floor.

"Okay, so we covered personnel, each would have a wireless duress transmitter that would cover where they are at all times along with two-way radios," She ticked off each item on her fingers as she listed them, "Cameras will be all over the place, closed circuit digital recording with night vision. And the saturated motion detectors with a patch right to the police. Both infrared and microwave, because you said so."

"No…Metallic sculptures can trigger microwave alarms and infrared can be swayed by temperature changes in the atmosphere."

"Yeah, and that. Now what about the displays themselves. I know Raven and she'll be very particular about what the public can see." The both thought for a moment in silence.

Suddenly Jinx clapped her hands, "I got it. A three-tiered hierarchal alarm at each display." She shoved him over and took over the computer. The black 3-D model disappeared and a rotating 3-D model of a glass display case came on screen.

"We can't put these on a pedestal 'cuz Rae will kill me. She wants the pieces to be accessible to children. That means no alarms that set off with people standing too close or lingering. So, a pre-alarm is set off if there is a failure of power supply or a glitch in the system." Victor nodded following. The image on the screen stopped rotating and a wire running from the bottom transmitted a small beam of light to a miniature police car.

"The second alarm is if there is a blatant attack on the glass. We could run a copper wire inside the glass and if it breaks, the police are noted." A floating baseball bat smashed the glass on the screen and another beam of light was passed onto the police.

"The last alarm is a vibration sensor that will alarm if the piece is moved. Of course it can't be too sensitive, what with kids running around and bumping into display cases, we'll have to give a little lee-way for that." Jinx pulled back as the final beam is sent to the police and they immediately rush to the display case.

"Of course, all of these will be monitored at the communication workstation right," Vic asked.

"Of course."

"And all information will be sent via infrared directly to the monitor in real time, correct?"

"Absolutely."

Vic grinned and got up, gathering all the papers on the desk, "Well alright then! How's about I buy you a hotdog outside?"

"Oh really? A hotdog? Oh Victor, you are too generous," she said, he voice dripping with sarcasm. He left the papers in a neat pile on the desk and went to retrieve his jacket. Jinx followed and took Vic's arm as he offered it and they both walked out the door laughing.

The crowd of the restaurant began to dwindle away. Their plates empty, their bellies full Gar and Raven stayed Serra for another half hour, talking about absolutely nothing. During the meal they had grazed over life's simple pleasures, such as the taste of a nicely ripened orange, or the welcoming warmth of a hot bath. As they sat, concluding a talk about the importance of personal hygiene, Raven glanced at her watch. "It's almost 2. I really have to be getting back." He sighed, regretting the constrictions of time. Unfortunately, he had to leave also. He motioned for the bill as the waiter handed them a small tray with mints, each of them pocketing a mint.

"Yeah, I gotta make it back to the hotel for a press conference at 3." They both got up and began to put on their winter apparel. Gar was first to finish, he took put his wallet and threw down $50. Raven was about to reach into her purse when she felt Gar's hand on hers. She looked up to see him wink at her and mouth an 'I got it'. Together they thanked the waiter and walked out into the Sunday afternoon sun.

Gar glanced across the street and saw the subway was conveniently right there. He turned back to Raven, but she had gotten it out first.

"This was great, Gar. Thank you for lunch." He beamed at her.

"Sure, no big." She smiled at him and turned around when she felt his gloved hand on her arm.

"Hey, um, y'know, I'm headed back to the museum at around 8 for a meeting with Vic and… it'd be awful nice if you'd join me for dinner, as friendly colleagues of course. You know, I don't come here often and the singles booth isn't quite as fun as it sounds. What'dya say?"

"I don't really know. There's work to-" She looked at his face; he was giving her the most adorable puppy dog pout she had ever seen on a grown man. Who says men don't look hot pouting? In all honesty, she had already decided the moment he touched her arm. There was just something about him. He was different, definitely nothing like how Dick had been.

She smiled and gave in, "So, about nine o clock?"

He gave her the widest grin she had ever seen, "Nine's perfect. Nine's great." He kept talking as he walked away, walking backwards across the street, grinning like an idiot. A car honked at him as he bumped into one.

"Your office, nine o clock! Great, great. See you then."

She watched him bump into a car and shout apologies, look back at her and smile before he broke out into ajog across the street. She sighed and pulled up the hood on her jacket and began the short walk back to the museum.

A/N: And this is where I've stopped writing for now. The next update may not be for a while depending on how busy I am. Hope you like it so far.