A/N: It's been a while. Sorry I haven't updated in weeks, I'm working on a lot of schoolwork and stories. Yeah, I know. Excuses, excuses.

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Disclaimer: I do not own GMW, but Lucaya will always be the death of me.

"Friar and Babineaux!"

Lucas and Zay looked up from their desks. Riley was holding a phone and looking sternly at them from the door of her office.

"There was a call saying there is a robbery," she told them. "On Main Street."

"Coeur Sauvage?" Zay asked.

Riley nodded. "Go, go, go! Get your asses moving before she gets away!"

"Right," Lucas said, grabbing his utility belt and gun, Zay hot on his heels. They climbed into their police car, started the sirens, and sped to Main Street. Fortunately, it wasn't far from the police station, so they got there in a few minutes. They stopped in front of the small convenient store and saw a small person in black running out.

"You go get her, I'll take care of him," Zay ordered, running to the injured store owner. "Tell me if you need back up."

"I got her!" Lucas called, breaking into a sprint after the blond woman. She was very small, about half of Lucas' size, but she was exceptionally fast and agile. She jumped over anything that was blocking her way with grace and even flipped over signs a few times.

"What in the hell?" Lucas said mostly to himself. He was sure he wasn't going to catch her and was getting ready to call Zay, but he smirked to himself. She ran right into a dark alley with no way out. Lucas stopped a few feet in front of her, waiting for her to turn around.

"Put your hands behind your head," he demanded, holding out his gun in case she tried anything fishy. "And turn around."

Slowly, she turned around. Lucas almost dropped his gun.

She was gorgeous.

He had seen many beautiful women in his life, but they didn't even compare with her. With sky blue eyes that sparkled like the sea even in the dark, thick, well groomed eyebrows raised at him, pink lips set in a tight line of defeat, long, golden curtains of hair that twirled and looped wildly everywhere, like a lion's mane. She licked her lips, showing a row of perfectly white teeth as they grazed them. She cocked her head, sending her hair tumbling down to the side. All Lucas wanted to do was run his fingers through it and—

"Howdy, officer," she said, taking a step closer.

Not only was she gorgeous, but she was also sexy. Her voice was deeper than he imagined, thick and raw and powerful even though she just said it in an almost whisper. It reminded him of a cat's purr. The sound made his breath hitch for a split second.

"I said, put your hands behind your head," Lucas told her firmly, shifting in his place. Why must all the criminals be beautiful?

She takes a few steps closer until he has to crane his neck down to look at her and she has to crane her neck up.

"I'd like to put my hands on your head," she said saucily, winking at him.

Lucas was so stunned and was gawking at her provocative suggestion. He opened and closed his mouth, unable to find any words. He held her gaze, drawn to those sky blue eyes that seemed to change color under the flickering streetlights. He felt like he was in some sort of trance, looking at her, her perfect features and flawless body—

"Friar, did you catch Coeur Sauvage yet? Do you need back up?"

Lucas jumped, momentarily forgetting that he was supposed to be arresting her, not drooling at her.

Get your act together, Friar…

He grabbed his radio and pressed the talk button but stopped when she began laughing. He watched her throw her head back and make her golden curtains fall back. Memorized, he didn't even say anything until she stopped.

"Is that how you guys pronounce my name?" She shook her head in amusement.

"How else would we?" Lucas found himself asking.

"It's French," was her answer.

"Friar! Do you need back up?" Zay's voice came through his radio again. Lucas shook his head.

Focus, Lucas.

"Ye—"

Her face made him stop cold. Even though he knew she was trying to hide it, Lucas saw the fear in her blue eyes. She glanced at the radio and then Lucas, face changing. She gave him a saucy smile and put her finger to her lips. She slowly shook her head, and began to slowly backwards walk toward the end of the alley. He saw the hope and desperation in her eyes.

"No," Lucas said after a moment. "She…she got away."

She smiled gratefully at him before running toward him. Startled, Lucas stepped to the side to dodge her but he realized she had no intention of running at him. He watched her do quick, graceful front ariels and run into a dark corner to disappear.

He let her get away. Lucas let the most wanted criminal in New York get away.

What the hell was wrong with him?

"She got away?!"

Lucas and Zay jumped fearfully, gripping the arms of their chairs to prepare to run away once their boss attacked them.

"What the hell do you mean she got away?!"

Zay swallowed and hesitantly answered. "Well…uh, I was helping someone—"

"So you're telling me that you two were not together," Riley stated.

"Right—"

"WHY?!"

"Because the store owner was injured! He had a broken arm and could have bled to death, I had to help him."

Riley took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Okay. Okay. I get it. But how did Coeur Sauvage get away exactly?"

"She…um, she had a taser gun and shot me with it and then ran away."

Zay gave Lucas a quizzical look but said nothing.

"Did she steal any money?" Riley asked.

"No, she didn't have anything on her," Lucas answered. That part was true.

Riley shook her head. "Look, I gave you two this job because I thought you two could catch her. But I guess I'll have to give it to Smackle and Minkus."

"No!" Lucas exclaimed. "We can do this. Next time, we'll get her. That's a promise."

Riley stared at him for a few moments before nodding stiffly. "Very well. But if she 'gets away' again, I'm giving the job to Minkus and Smackle."

"Okay."

"Now get the hell out of my office!"

Zay and Lucas scurried out of there.

Lucas was being honest. He will catch her, no matter how pretty she looks. He had to redeem himself of letting her get away. He'll do everything to put that criminal behind bars.

That was a promise.