Author's Note: Wow, cool reviews thanks for the support. The stolen peices are mine though, but it would be wise to look up on their meanings and hinnden hints. I NEVER write anything just because it sounds pretty. Take every little detail into consideration beofre drawing conlusions.
As for my portrayal of Gar as a deep thinker, this Beast Boy is more on the comic Beast Boy, he's far more intelligent there. And Dick, well I just plain don't like him.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans orINTERPOL.
Chapter 11 - Aftermath
Raven sat in her office, a blanket around her shoulders and coffee in her hand. It was 3 in the morning and the museum was alive and buzzing. There were a ton of people in her office all making a commotion but Raven just sat there and stared off to space. Victor was there, getting an earful from a very tire very angry Jinx. Regardless of the fact that she was significantly smaller than him, his eyes read fear.
The local police had interrogated her already, despite Jinx protests that she needed her rest, asking her all the usual questions: "How many of them were there?" "Did you see their faces?" "How tall were they?" "Did you recognize their voices?" "Did they harm you?" They then thanked her for her cooperation and told her they'd be doing the best they could.
She sat there quietly in deep thought, she heard Jinx scream at Victor about "How traumatized the poor girl looked." But quite frankly, she wasn't at all distraught, she was more in shock, not of the robbery but of one particularly bold thief.
Just then, the door burst open and two people came barging in. The first was a tall African-American woman; she wore a no-nonsense suit with a long jacket over, all in business black. Her hair was in two buns on either side of her head. The second was man with fiery red hair cut so short it seemed to be painted on his head, the front in a straight line across his forehead. He wore a grey suit and a brown trench coat, sun glasses were pushed up on his head.
"Okay people, she's our now. That means out!" Raven wondered what the woman meant when she said 'ours'. Reluctantly, everyone trudged out of the room, the last to leave was Jinx followed by Victor.
The woman raised an eye brow at Victor and said, "Well, well if it isn't Vic Stone," she winked at him, "How've ya been holding up Sparky?" Jinx's ears perked up and she quickly spun around to glare at Victor. Sparky, she thought, that's my nickname for him.
Victor's eyes bulged, "Hey Bee, uhh… I gotta go." He blushed and pushed an angry, well angrier, looking Jinx out the door and shut it behind him. Shouting erupted as soon as the door closed and the woman snickered. Then she turned her attention to Raven.
"Hello Ms. Roth," she stuck her hand out and Shook Raven's hand, "I'm Karen Beecher and this is Roy Harper." The man nodded in greeting. "We're from INTERPOL."
Raven stared at her. INTERPOL? What's INTERPOLdoing here? This isn't that big a deal is it?
"We work in the division of Stolen Works of Art and were here to ask you a few questions so your cooperation is greatly appreciated." Karen sat down in a chair across from her and crossed he legs while Roy stood behind her, hands together in front of him, like a bodyguard. She seemed to be in charge from as far as Raven could see.
"Now, you might be wondering why in hell Interpol is involved. You see Ms. Roth," She leaned in, her eyes tired and fatigued, "We've been after this bastard for a long time."
"Kinyago?" Karen swayed her head side to side in a yes-and-no gesture.
"Well him and his counterpart," she quickly changed the subject, "It has come to our attention that the thieves took several pieces but only made away with two." She took a notepad from her jacket pocket and flipped through it reading, "One gold, lapis lazuli beaded menat and… a gold gilded dagger engraved with the symbols of Onuris."
Raven's eyebrows rose, this was all new to her. She had heard the thieves stuffing their bags with artefacts; she was all of the broken display cases. Why go through all of that only for two things.
"Where was everything else?"
"We found a bag full of artefacts outside of your office just before you came in," Karen drew out a stack Polaroid pictures form her pocket and handed them to Raven. She took then and glanced at them. All of the stolen items were there, placed in boxes filled with soft red wax to preserve each piece. Some one had gone through the all the work of breaking into the ROM, which is a currently a stronghold, putting the pieces in safe boxes, hauling them away and just leaving them at her door. At my door, like an offering. They're toying with me.
Karen watched as confusion crept across the girl's face. She sighed then leaned in, resting both her hands on the table face down. They called to Raven, trust me. Raven looked up from the pictures and met Karen's sympathetic eyes.
"Ms Roth at this point, we fear for your safety." My safety? Why?
"Why? I just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time?"
Karen shook her head, "Dear, it's not a coincidence they broke in while you were still here. Neither is it a coincidence that the stolen artefacts just happened to be dropped off in front if your office. And you said so yourself," she read from the notepad again, "that they were 'very kind to you?' We just want to keep you safe Ms Roth."
"But, Kinyago, he's a good thief right? He's never even so much as hurt anyone as far as I've heard."
At this point, Roy decided to step in and spoke up, "Ma'am, it's not him we're worried about."
Suddenly, yelling could be heard outside and Dick barged in. He looked frazzled; his hair was messed up, his shirt tucked in wrong. He wore jeans and a white t-shirt, his tartan pyjama pants could be seen sticking out of his waist and the bottom of his pants. His long overcoat looked thrown on the way the sleeves of the shirt bunched up around his shoulders. He looked angry.
"Raven! O God, what happened?" He quickly rushed to her side and crouched beside her, one hand on hers the other arm around her shoulders gripping her in a hug.
"Dick, its okay. I'm fine."
"We-well, are you hurt? Are you okay? Do you need anythi-" Dick was cut off my Karen standing up and clearing her throat.
"Hello Mr. Grayson, I'm Karen Beecher and this is my partner Roy Harper. We're from INTERPOL." Karen's hand was stuck out ready for a hand shake. Dick slowly got up and reluctantly shook her hand, his eyebrow was raised critically. His other arm was still protectively thrown around Raven's shoulder.
"What interests does INTERPOLhave with this matter?" His eyes were small, sceptical slits.
"We're after the theiv-"
"Isn't that a matter for the local police?"
"Yes Mr. Grayson, but these thieves are not your run-of-the-mill criminals, these are professional art thieves that have eluded our-"
"If they've eluded you so many times, what makes you think you'll catch them this time?" His response made Raven look up at him. What the hell kinda question was that?
"The things is sir-" Dick interrupted her again and Karen was getting angry, she wasn't used to people undermining her authority, even spoiled pretty rich boys.
"The thing, Miss Beecher, is that you are here interrogating a distraught young woman in the dead of night who has just gone through an unimaginably horrifying experience. I suggest that you return at a reasonable hour to resume your questioning."
Roy put a hand on Karen's shoulder seeing the fire in her eyes, "Yes Mr. Grayson we'll do just that. But as for Ms. Roth's safety…"
"I will mare sure that she is well taken care of. Thank you officer." With that Roy's grip on Karen's shoulder tightened as she smiled politely at Dick. He spun Karen around and practically shoved her out the door.
Dick turned his attention back to Raven, "I'm sorry you had to see that, you just have to know how to deal with these over important cops." She nodded her head, not understanding but not wanting to mess with Dick.
"Now Raven, I told them that I would take care of you and I will. That is if you don't mind spending the night with me." Her eyes shot up at him.
"No! Not like that, I'm staying at the Four Seasons and I have a suite," he raised up two fingers and wiggled them, smiling at her, "two separate rooms." Raven smiled politely and got up, throwing her arms around him.
She whispered, "Dick, thank you."
He smiled against her hair, glad to have her in his arms again, "You're welcome Raven; it's going to be alright."
Kinyago played with the menat in his hands, weaving the strands of lapis lazuli bead through his fingers. They reminded him of her. He smiled at the memory when the door burst open.
Another figure in black stormed in. He marked right up to Kinyago and took his throat in one hand, squeezing tight. Kinyago let go of the menat and tried to pry the hand from his neck.
"What the FUCK?"
"I told you not to touch her. I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH HER!" His voice was still masked, "And now… NOW WHAT? The police are all over her. Why? Because they have a witness," He leaned in close; Kinyago felt his hot breath against the fabric of his mask.
"If I go down, you're fucking coming to hell with me. Got it?" The man shoved him against the chair and let go. Kinyago fell forward, clutching his neck, coughing and hacking.
The man turned around, rolled up his mask and placed a cigarette in his mouth. With a small, silver lighter he lit it, taking a long drag and slowly blowing the smoke out on front of him.
"And get the fuck out of my chair."
A/N: These two scenes are somewhat parallel to each other. The second scene with in the timeframe of where the last chapter left off and where this one began, I just thought writing it this way made it more suspenseful.
INTERPOL does actually exist you can find the link to their Stolen Works of Art website in my profile. As for Onuris, he's the Egyptian God of war. And if you didn't get it, Karen Beecher is Bumblebee's real name and Roy Harper is Arsenal's (Speedy).