A/N: New chap, come on in and enjoy a li'l read. ^^

Disclaimer: The word pops up at you in every fanfic you read of Sailor Moon, but I'll care to repeat it. The characters ('cept for Kiroto ^^) belong to Naoko Takeuchi.

I Will Survive

(Hey, Hey!)

At twenty-six years old, Michiru pegged herself as someone with enough experience packed under her belt, but was young enough to pass off as a cool relative in school introductions and parent/teacher conferences.

Not that she didn't have any offspring, or siblings, no matter what she'd told Kiroto earlier. No, yet why was she contemplating this right now was a mystery, among other things.

She wanted someone to remember her as a loving person, not the woman who fell flat on her face off a speeding motorcycle, on her way to a night full of (supposedly) hot loving and mysterious detective work.

Because this was what Michiru was going to do, and on, with two other women. Of course, she shouldn't have worried about falling off, being mushed up all in the middle of the bike, practically straddling a whooping Haruka and sitting on a like-wise laughing Kiroto's lap.

Yup, the least of her worries should have been that.

It was just, Michiru's secret agent badge was under her waistband, and Kiroto's hands were making quick work of the belt. She wanted to curse the habit of carrying around an identity that could betray her, and her former relationships that misguided her into thinking all women- and men- diverted clothing first and talked later.

Yes, she could see it now, the media interviewing a very dried-eyed Kiroto, her hair put back into its normal lashed-down place, her eyes cold and hard as she gave her statement.

"Yeah, the woman. She fell off. Y'know, 'cause I found out she was an FBI agent and she was about to get rid of me. So, splat she goes."

Michiru shook her head. Kiroto wouldn't do that. . . probably.

Forcing herself to laugh along with the other two crazy women, Michiru wished to the seas below the bridge they were on now that they were at Kiroto's in the next two seconds.

Wiggling uncomfortably, she placed a discreet hand in front of Haruka's face and signalled her to a quicker speed. She panicked when Kiroto's hands moved up her raised arm, then her partner's warm mouth on the inside of her wrist.

A grumbled purr, and Michiru dimly heard Haruka yell, "Just sampling the goods a bit, Kiro-koi!" An answering laugh, but Michiru was too caught up in heat to speak.

It was then Haruka announced they were there.

The place was gigantic, Haruka mused, noting the solid structure of the building.

Kiroto may have called this 'home,' but currently, she resided with a lot of non-human houseguests. ILLEGAL, non-human houseguests. There must have been about fifteen doors she could see, and this was only the first floor, not to mention to attic and cellar.

A flash of movement caught Haruka's eye, and she noted the fidgeting of her partner whenever Kiroto's untamed hands ran dangerously near her pants' zipper. She allowed herself a smile- she WAS supposed to be a participant in this, after all.

Moving behind a writhing Michiru, Haruka ignored the dimming of automated lights, wondered curiously why they were being dragged in another room.

Bending her head to nip roughly at strongly collumned neck, Haruka ran her hands into and around the circumference of Michiru's pants. A jerked movement, and she found her hand making contact with a small card- ah, her ID card.

She was hopeless, the wavy-locked beauty was. How she survived in this field of work she'd probably always wonder. Tucking the card into her back pocket, Haruka slipped a candy out. The brief flashback of what it represented and did flashed through her mind in an ironically clear way.

"Haru-kun, steer cleer from this little red sucker, got it? Whatever you do, don't even try sticking your fingers anywhere near your mouth after someone's saliva is on it, got it? Hey, Haru-kun!"

Murmuring a noncommitted snort, Haruka frowned down at the blueprint in front of her. Innocent and simple, it reminded her of something akin to genius planning. All windows to the house were jump-out-able, and there had to be about a few dozen escape routes.

Placing her thumb to her chin, Haruka ran her other hand through her hair, dimly appreciating the hand that handed her a small candy. Yeah, she needed something to suck on bad, this was an interesting house to look at. . .

*whump*

"N-Ngh. . . Wh-What the heck was that. . .?"

"*giggle* So you WEREN'T paying attention when Kitsu-kun explained the candy to you?"

Haruka stared up groggily into sparkling blue eyes. She'd been had. What had Michiru slipped her when she wasn't looking? And where was she?

"Kaioh Michiru! I. . . I was preoccupied at the moment!"

She knew she was blushing, which was rare for her, and especially not because she was feeling hot-headed at the moment. Just WHAT was this feeling. . ?

"Now, now, Teno'h Haruka. . . I do recall someone wanted to be a racer when they. . . grew up, not an architect for interior housing?"

Watching the twitching lips before her, Haruka decided right then and there this was about time to stop this conversation and switch it to something more important- like, why was she feeling so hot?

"M-Michiru. . . I-I think I'm about to-"

*splurt!*

"Haruka?"

"D-Damn it..!"

The sheets underneath her were turned into bloody pools of soft material, and her shirt was wet as if it had come out of the washing machine. She, Haruka Teno'h, was having a nosebleed.

What a pain.

Glaring up at the lights practically blinding her, Haruka glanced over to see Michiru worriedly wringing her hands in concern.

"Haruka, are you ok. . .? Kitsu-kun! Why did she get a nosebleed?"

The blond turned to the man rushing over to them, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Planting a hand on his hip, he sighed and waved a hand at the two women, smiling.

"You don't recognize the after-affects any? Wow, you MUST be a better actor than you let on. That was a 'blood-drug', racer. Y'know, boost up your libido there. . .? You should listen more, Haru-kun. And Michiru, next time, when I say 'drug your partner,' you CAN check the labels before you go and give it to he-"

"SHH, Kitsu-kun!"

Furrowing her brow, Haruka leapt to her feet, jumping off the bed and soiling her pants with the crude positioning, but she didn't care. She instantly regretted the action, though, when her head started to spin and she fell forwards in a daze.

Luckily, Michiru was before her and caught her with ease. Slumping into the soft hold, Haruka got a pretty nice idea. Turning her head a bit, she licked the violinist's upped lip, right near the nose, not even counting enough to be a kiss.

As she thought, Michiru automatically licked her upper lip at the abrupt contact, a fierce blush coming over her. A moment later, she staggered a bit, eyes drooping.

"H-Haruka. . .!"

And it was her turn to catch her as she nodded forwards, her head drooping onto her shoulder. Those two months where they were partners weren't for anything. Haruka had learned Michiru was a light sleeper, but she fell asleep at the first moment.

So, obviously, a small transfer of the candy would knock her out.

Grinning over at the stupefied man, she hefted Michiru's prone form onto her shoulder and maneuvered the violinist so she wasn't on any blood. Winking back, Haruka called over her shoulder,

"I'm not as good an actor as you think, Kitsudo-san. Think that over some."

And she proceeded to carry the snoring blue-haired woman to their shared quarters, snagging a couple of the innocent red candies on her way there. Haruka felt a certain feeling that these babies would be useful one day.

An afternoon nap sounded good right now.

Especially one where she'd have unlimited access for the warm cuddles soon to come. Like heck she was going to pass up the opportunity like this.

A couple days later, the organization had come out with a newly-modified candy where the recipient didn't have to bleed to death but still be affected by the same rising feelings of heat and affected libido- that hadn't stopped Haruka at using the candies she'd swiped for occasional revenge pranks.

Smiling over Michiru's shoulder, she gestured for Kiroto to open her mouth. The blond didn't really need to, as the other woman had her eyes closed and was aiming a kiss at Michiru's open lips. She popped in the candy, and laughed softly into Michiru's ear when the crime master's eyes drooped and, predictably, she slumped forwards, snoring lightly.

Helping the violinist catch the taller woman, Haruka grunted a bit in annoyance when Kiroto snorted and drooled a bit over her shoulder, but it was well worth it when Michiru dropped her come-hither sexy facade and giggled.

Dumping the outed woman like a sack of potatoes on the bed, Haruka was surprised when the crime master mewled in her sleep and grabbed at her hand, curling it into her and sucking on the tips of her fingers lightly.

Gulping fondly, Haruka couldn't help but smile. Kiroto may have been a brat and rival when they were kids, but she'd had her cute little perks, and this was one of them. Sucking on Haruka's fingers when she was small.

Gently tugging away, Haruka crawled off the bed and rebuckled her pants. Looking over at Michiru's staring face, she grinned.

"Back to work, partner?"

With a curt nod, Michiru was at Haruka's side and whipping out a small radar located near her collarbone, in the form of a pair of reading glasses. The viewing chip was located in the lens of the glasses, and could be turned off when wanted.

Such as when they'd downed Kiroto.

They needed enough evidence of illegal substances and animals in the house for a legal police raid.

The game, as it currently was, had progressed to a higher level. This time, Haruka wasn't so sure if she wanted Kiroto to be the woman she'd turned into over the years, yet like all people, she couldn't really control time.

A/N: And now the search for what Kiroto has been hiding from legal eyes and certain powers. Not all is what seems to be. I think I need some feedback if this has enough laughs in it or not. ^^