Author's Note: Everything is not always as it may seem.

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

Chapter 10 - In the Still of the Night

The time was 12:45. Twelve forty five at night. Raven looked at the clock above her door in her office, then she glanced at the desk clock just to make sure. Yep. Twelve forty six now. It was late, damn late. Later than she dared stay at the museum, the dark city streets were not safe now. The hooded thugs and crooked cops confirmed that this truly was the most dangerous city in Canada. Yet she was still at the heart of it at 12:46.

She sighed and put the paper work away. She opened her drawer and stared at small slip of paper, a green post-it note. She smiled as she remembered his face. It's nearly been two weeks. He didn't really give me a specific date when he'd get back. God; time goes by so slowly when you're anxious.

Dick had been back already along with the first instalment of the exhibit. Just minor stuff like amulets, daggers, not so valuable jewellery, pottery etc. It had only taken her 3 days to unpack everything and place them in their proper aesthetic settings, with the help of contracted workers of course. All under the watching eyes of Victor and Jinx.

About a few days after Garfield left, Victor had all of the security equipment shipped in and they had installed it in about a week. The place was now as secure as ever. Cameras watching her where ever she went, sensors detecting her every move, it was enough to make her completely paranoid. She tried to take her mind off of it by thinking about Jinx and Victor. They had grown closer in the past few weeks, very close.

They both went on flirting like hormonal teenagers for a while until Jinx gave in, al ways the strong woman, and asked him out. Raven had been in the room at the time, enjoying herself watching the obvious connection between the two. The sexual tension had gotten so thick you could cut it with a knife and Jinx had had enough. She suddenly turned around, rested her hands on his shoulders and pecked him on the cheek, asking him in a sultry whisper if he would like to join her for dinner that evening. A stunned Victor was speechless and could only respond by dumbly nodding his head as he did the first time they met.

Raven chuckled at the memory. It brought her eyes back down to the post-it. She had failed to get him out her mind yet again. Closing the drawer, she got up and decided to walk around the set exhibits on the third floor.

She walked out the door to be greeted by near absolute darkness. She walked over to the communications/security workroom next door and found no one. Hmmm, this is odd; one of them should be here. Remembering that it was Victor's shift, Raven decided that he must have gotten a bite to eat and would be back soon.

She continued down towards the wing, heels clicking on the limestone floor. The lights above her completely gone as she entered the wing, dimmed lights from the display cases scattered about in front of her. She was currently what would be the East Asia showroom. As she passed each display she stopped to glance at the artistry and marvel at the beauty of each piece.

Then she heard it; indistinct murmuring ahead of her. She suddenly froze in fear, her mind not being able to comprehend the situation. At the same time, she felt an anger rise within her, how dare someone break into her exhibit. Growing curiosity ate away at her as she crept towards the voices, then suddenly they stopped. She heard the heavy footsteps of someone approaching and she hid in the shadows. The footsteps passed her way. Silence, then the sounds of someone hurriedly stuffing things into a bag. The clang and clatter of the pieces being recklessly thrown about nearly brought tears to her eyes, the anger within her threatening to be released.

She rose from her hiding place and instinctively began to walk towards the sounds she heard. Hearing the sounds of heels clicking against the floor, the thief stopped his movements and stared at her direction. She froze, the fear suppressing her anger. Then she panicked and began to side step, her hands trying desperately to find a wall. The thief by now had gotten up to investigate the noises and stalked in her direction.

Raven shut her eyes tightly as she continued shuffling along, trying to make as little sound as possible. Her hand caught a metal railing and she immediately knew where she was, the Spirit Room. The room which was meant to be constantly lit was now, thankfully, enveloped in darkness. Her hand ran along the railing guiding her, her steps slightly audible.

Suddenly a hand wrapped around her mouth, a strong arm bound around her waist. She tried to kick but the strong grasp of the man lifted her off her feet. She felt him stop and lean against a wall. She felt his breath on the side of her face quietly shushing her. When she fought, his grip tightened and she felt her back being pressed against his hard body, the tools around his waist digging into her thighs. The muscles in his arms flexing, threatening her to stay quiet. She was too afraid, too afraid to fight, too afraid to scream. Too afraid to breathe. They both stood stark still, he seemed to be listening for something. When what ever it was, was gone, he whispered into her ear.

"Stay quiet. I'm not going to hurt you." She fought back a bit and he simply tightened his grip and she stopped. She hated the control he had over her.

"Now, now, don't fight. I said I'm not going to hurt you. Now listen carefully, I'm going to loosen my grip, but you don't make a sound or try to fight or run. Got it?" She hated being talked down to, but nonetheless, she nodded obediently. She felt the tight hold he had on her loosen as she stepped away from him, but not much since his arms were still wrapped around her.

"Who-" she began but he quickly stopped her, putting a hand to her mouth again. She hadn't realised her voice had gone back to normal.

"Quiet now. You wouldn't want him to find you." She felt a swift jerk of his head, indicating back to the room. She stopped and heard the rustling of another man in the exhibit rooms. She stifled a gasp as she realised there were two of them.

"Now, you were going to ask who I was," his voice was still unrecognizable due to the hushed whisper, "I go by many names, but you can call me, Kinyago."

A/N: Finally some action. I had so much fun writing this scene, I theft. Okay that sounded wrong, I love the sophistication of hiests. I know that real heists aren't always to meticulously planned, but this is fun. I'll explain later how they got in.