So, Rainy City is the city in which the Hiwatari Museum is located in, and where this story takes place. It's kind of ironic, because I first starting writing when I was 9 and it was raining. I remember that day so clearly…*sad sigh*

Anywhore! Here is some JohnDave for my fellow shippers out there! And a little Gamtav.

(I'm so sorry; I suck at writing Gamzee. Don't hurt me!)

Read on~

Dave Strider frowned as he chewed on the end of his pencil. He was at his best friend John's house, working on some complicated math problem for Bro. he was always hiving Dave extra work just for practice. Frowning at the paper, he groaned, vision swimming with numbers.

"Egbert, I need help." Dave whined, swiveling in his chair to look at the black-haired man cooking in the kitchen. John rolled his eyes playfully, smiling.

"One minute. Let me put the brownies in the oven." He replied, turning and bending over, pushing the tray into the oven, giving Dave an eyeful of his ass. For a while, Dave had harbored these feelings for his best friend. But as John kept claiming he wasn't a homosexual, Dave knew things would never work out between them.

"Done! So, what do you need help on?" John washed his hands and wiped them on a towel, coming to stand next to Dave.

"This." The blonde motioned vaguely at the paper he was working on. It was covered in scribbles and numbers so messy that it was impossible to decipher. John gently took away the sheet and flipped it over.

"Ok. So first, you have to reduce the fraction. And then…"

Dave tuned out, his eyes hidden by shades locked on John's face, drinking in every little detail. His adorable chubby cheeks, those dimples, his bright blue eyes, the strands of black hair that fell into his face.

"Dave? Hello? Earth to cool kid?" John snapped his fingers in front of the blonde's face, frowning when he realized he wasn't paying attention at all. Putting a hand on his hip, John growled in a sassy puppy kind of way, and Dave nearly fell over in surprise.

"Sorry, I got distracted by your beautiful face." Dave sighed and shook his head sadly, knowing it would make John blush, and that sight was just priceless. Sure enough, a red hue tinged the black-haired man's face, though of course he denied it.

Dave found this depressingly ironic: the only time he admitted his feelings for his best friend was treated like a joke.

"Dave~ Try and concentrate?" John pleaded, knowing Bro would get mad if the blonde didn't finish his math. Dave relented, starting to write again, his face scrunched up in concentration.

John smiled, and the oven dinged. He went over and took out the burning hot tray, forgetting it would burn his fingers.

"Ow!" he cried out, recoiling back. The tray of brownies fell to the floor with a loud clang, and in half a second, Dave was at his side, examining his burnt fingers.

"Dammit, John. You ok?" the blonde asked, a worry expression etched on his face. John winced but nodded; his friend led him over to the bathroom, rooting around for something to dab onto the burns. Dave found a tube of aloe gel that was supposed to cool burns, and squeezed out an amount onto John's burns. The black-haired man winced, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he wrapped gauze around his fingers.

"Thanks." He smiled sheepishly once Dave was done. The blonde just made an annoyed sound in the back of his throat, saying, "You derp, stop hurting yourself."

John looked up from his bandaged fingers to see a tender expression on Dave's face. It was so full of emotion that John had to blush, lowering his gaze. Sure, the blonde was his best friend, but nothing more than that. Right..?

In Rainy City, two men were striding along the sidewalk. One had black hair and deep red eyes, and was scowling. The other was a brunette with a Mohawk, his big brown eyes filled with worry.

"Are you s-sure, Karkat?" Tavros mumbled, his stutter acting up again as it did when he was nervous. He was talking about starting the case so soon. It had only been a day, after all. The black-haired man threw the brunette a glare, and he lowered his gaze, biting his lower lip.

"Just stressed." Karkat took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Tavros noticed how his hands were clenched so tightly that little beads of blood began to appear. He frowned, but didn't say anything, not wanting to enrage his partner any further. They walked in silence for a few more minutes until they reached a small ticket office for the train.

"Wait here." Karkat instructed. The brunette pursed his lips but nodded as he disappeared into the building. Tavros sat on the steps, sighing.

"Hey, adorable motherf*cker."

He jumped upon hearing a voice. He turned to see a tall man with messy black hair pulled in a ponytail and shades that hid his eyes. his face was mostly covered with those huge shades and limp strands of hair falling in his face.

"W-who, me?" Tavros stammered out, feeling his cheeks turn pink. The man grinned widely, striding forward until he was standing in front of him. Tavros couldn't describe it; he just knew the man was very attractive and couldn't help but stare.

"Yeah, you. What's a cutie like you all up and doin' here by yourself?" he asked, that grin still on his face.

"Uh, just waiting f-for a friend," Tavros stuttered out, nervously fingering the frayed ends of his shirt as his face flushed a shade darker. The guy laughed, a strangely pleasant cackle.

"Is this friend your motherf*ckin boyfriend?" the guy smirked slightly at this, as if he knew something the brunette didn't.

"Uh n-no," Tavros mumbled, sighing in relief when the doors behind him swooshed open and a blast of frigid air hit his back.

"C'mon, Tavros. Who the hell are you?" Karkat leapt down from the steps, directing the question at the guy. He glared at the black-haired man, whose grin grew bigger.

Tavros hurried after Karkat, knowing his partner had seen the blush on his face. As soon as they rounded the corner, Karkat crossed his arms and gave the brunette a pointed look.

"I—I, uh, don't know him! H-he just came up to me!" Tavros defended weakly, face growing redder with every word. Karakt was smirking, his red eyes glinting in amusement.

"A-anyway, what did you get?" the brunette hastily changed the topic, fanning his face so it would return to the normal color. Karkat held up two tickets for the Hiwatari Museum.

"We're going to wander about for a few hours. It's about 5, so at 8 we'll get dinner. The curator has allowed us to stay in his office and eat, and then we have to hide ourselves." The black-haired man explained as they headed for the huge marble structure about 4 blocks down.

"Sounds just like in the movies." Tavros had to laugh, his brown eyes lighting up.

"I know. So f*cking ironic. Great, now I sound like Strider." Karkat shook his head solemnly, causing both of them to burst out laughing as they crossed the street.

"I can't believe you juth did that!" Sollux hissed, crossing his arms. He knew he shouldn't be talking because of his lisp—somehow the authorities one of the thieves had a lisp—but since they were in a deserted alleyway, no one could hear them.

"Aw, don't be like that Solbro, I was just having some fun with the adorable motherf*cker," Gamzee laughed, his shades in his pocket and his wild violet eyes lit up. An annoyed expression slid across Sollux's face.

"He'th seen you now, GZ!" the duel-eyed boy frowned deeply. His partner didn't seem affected, as he was grinning comically and tossing a few colorful pins in the air—where did he get those from?!

Sollux pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Gamzee just grinned even wider.

"He hasn't seen my eyes. chill, Solbro." The black-haired man tried to soothe his partner. Sollux just mumbled curses under his breath, but dropped the topic. He rummaged through his bag and found a thick black rope, grinning devilishly.

"You have that evil look on your face again, motherf*cker…" Gamzee had to laugh.

"It'th time."

Gamzee and Sollux exited the alleyway, emerging onto the pavement in front of the Hiwatari Museum. It was almost 6 pm. The plan was about to start.

"Got your contacth on?" the brunette asked, running a hand through his blonde-like hair. Gamzee nodded, slipping his shades into his pocket as they climbed the flight of marble stairs to the front entrance. He was wearing contacts that blurred his purple irises to a dark black.

The two thieves in disguise paid the entrance fee and headed straight for one of the smaller rooms, trying to seem inconspicuous as they stared at the gem they were going to be stealing that night. According to the golden plaque, it was called the Cat's Eye. Sollux smirked at Gamzee, who grinned back.

This heist was going to be a piece of cake.

End. Review please! The detectives and the thieves meet in the next chapter ;D

~samx