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My Memory of Her: Scooter Park

"You really should try it Heero, it's just amazing."

"Hn. It's strange."

"You know what Heero, you're a strange guy and I gave you a chance," she said before putting a ice cream covered French fry in her mouth, "now don't give me that look," she said while giving him a look of her own.

No one had challenged Heero before on anything, because he was right or just didn't care and wouldn't budge. But this woman wasn't backing down. He wished that the chance she was talking about was a relationship, he'd never met a woman like her before but friendship was good for him. He didn't have much friends but this was the first time he felt that his feelings might cross more than just friendship. He himself didn't know how to deal with that except for how he always dealt with his feelings. Keep them to himself and hopefully they would go away.

"Look come on, stop being stubborn. Try it," she said while holding out an ice cream covered French fry, "it's good for you," she said with a beautiful smile.

He reached out and took the fry and examined it. Why on Earth would someone mix such polar opposites yet enjoy them for their combined taste? He didn't understand why people did many things, and this was one of them but she liked it so it couldn't be that bad, he thought, and put it in his mouth and chewed slowly. Thoughtfully. Curiously.

She watched him closely with her smile widening as every second passed that he didn't spit it back up and finally crossed her arms in victory when he swallowed.

"So, how was it?" she asked grinning.

He looked back at her but turned around as a waitress passed their booth and he said, "Can I have an order of French fries and a Blizzard?"

…

"Daddy, why do French fries and ice cream taste good?" asked Michael curiously as he munched on his fries.

"Because it's good for you," said Heero as he scooped up some ice cream from his Blizzard with a French fry.

"Daddy, you're weird," said Michael with a chuckle.

It's not the first time he'd been told that, but this whole thing was brining back memories that he wasn't sure he could take right now, but he couldn't afford to feel right now either.

Just enjoy the outing with her son, show him the things she liked, things he might like, it's what she'd do, he told himself.

"I know," said Heero as he reached out and cleaned some ice cream from the side of Michael's mouth with his finger. The little boy smiled in return and took a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth.

"So did you catch a bad guy today Daddy?"

"Yeah, I got him a little while after Duo picked you up. I'm sorry about that though," said Heero a bit awkwardly.

"It's okay, I'm glad you caught the bad guy. I'm sorry if I got in the way though," said Michael concerned that he would let a bag guy get away for being with his dad.

Heero's heart sank. He was afraid Michael would feel that way and hoped his reassurance would ease the boy.

"You're never in the way Michael, not of anything. I went to go catch that bad guy to protect you," said Heero to the boy, fighting the urge to wretch based on what John had said.

…

"You better watch out Yuy, Martly's gonna get you."

"Where's Seth?" he asked coldly.

"Gee, I don't know, if not sucking Martly's dick, he's looking for some bitch that he was with the last time before he went into hiding. So, fuck if I know," he said with a dark chuckle.

…

"Daddy?"

Heero blinked out the past memory of earlier that day and made eye contact with the boy.

"Are you okay?" asked Michael worried since his father had never spaced out before. And it had now been happening frequently.

"I'm fine," said Heero.

"Are you worried about the fight Quatre had with another man?" asked Michael curiously.

"Quatre got into a fight?" asked Heero shocked that the quiet man, who was a lot like a little boy still being naïve in many things wouldn't get into a fight with anyone; unless the cause was worth it.

"I think so, it was on a magazine in the lady's office," said Michael thoughtfully.

"Hm. I don't know, but if it was on a magazine, it's probably not true. If Quatre got into a fight, I'm sure we'd hear about it," said Heero wondering what on Earth they'd say about Quatre now. Poor guy, moved to a different town far away from his home city and still won't be left alone for the life of him, but that is the curse of wealth and the tabloids that he and Dorothy were adorned on every so often.

…

"Where's John?" asked a man as he limped towards a metal chair in the dimly lit room.

"He didn't make the meet up location, so I'd say they got him," said another man as smoke blew out as he spoke.

"Shit," the man slammed his fist on the table, "Yuy's gotten better. I thought that he'd chill out with me being gone for a while."

"I know, but shit, I thought it was going to be easy since I waited about four more years than I was going to before buying that prison guard to get me out. Fuck!"

"Calm down Jake," said a man coolly as he leaned on the doorframe of the little room.

"Seth, he's going at this faster than I thought he would. It just pisses me the fuck off," said Martly as he fished through his pant pockets for something.

"Well, you better keep your cool 'cause this shit can recover from our slow streak, but you have to play the game. You remember that don't you?" said Seth as he offered Martly a joint.

"Ah, that's what I was looking for. Yeah, I know, but I don't like having to worry about the cops being so close to me," he said as he put the joint in his mouth and began to light it.

"Well, at least we know they're there now, unlike last time," said the man putting out his cigarette on an ashtray on the table.

"Yeah, but that doesn't make it that much better. Oh, Seth, did you find that bitch you were looking for?" asked Martly taking a hit from his joint.

"Yeah, I just got back from where I met her but couldn't find her anywhere," said Seth as he now took a seat next to the other men.

"Well, it's been what, eight years?"

"Yeah, around there."

"Aw, now don't tell me you're looking for her for love and not a piece of ass," said Martly blowing out smoke.

"No, it's not that, she has something of mine," Seth said with a sigh.

"It better not be our shit, 'cause we don't use mules that are too old or that are girls," said Martly while pointing at Seth with the joint in his hand.

"No, it wasn't that. Listen, I don't want to talk about it anymore," said Seth.

"Yeah, I don't give a rat's ass for this kind of shit anyway. Where's the boy who made the deal earlier today?" asked the man as he stared at the smoking butt of his cigarette in the ashtray.

"I don't know he was supposed to meet up with John, wasn't he?" asked Martly.

"Aw, damn, and that was our only connection with the high school."

"Shit, well, we'll find someone else then if he doesn't find us. Remember, keep it small, make it simple, and from simple, it's not that far from getting big again," Martly said while nodding at his own advice.

…

"Hey Heero, how are you?" said Quatre as he answered his cell phone.

"I'm fine. You?"

"Oh, I'm good, just walking out of the hospital. What are you up to?" said Quatre as he waved to one of the interns who was now clocking in for work.

"Trying to find a school for Michael. Any advice?"

"Yeah, some, let me call Dorothy though, as she knows the School Board better than I do. Why don't you stop by the house in about an hour," said Quatre as he pressed the remote through his pocket that turned on his Hummer and then climbed in.

"Sounds good," said Heero.

"See yeah then. Bye-by—" said Quatre and then stopped hearing a noise from his phone signaling that the call had already been ending, "Jeez, doesn't anyone say bye anymore?" said Quatre to himself as he sighed and put his truck in gear and drove off of the parking lot.

He pressed a button on the steering wheel and a tone rang.

"Dorothy."

"Now dialing Dorothy Catalonia," spoke the computerized voice for Quatre's Hummer.

"Tell him I'm on the phone," Quatre could hear Dorothy speaking to someone.

"But Miss Catalonia, he sounded urgent," said a voice.

"Look, then don't tell him yourself, send it to George. He'll do it," said Dorothy annoyed.

"Sorry about that, the fairy didn't want to tell a client to wait. It's so hard to find good help these days," she said with a sigh and he could picture her rubbing her temples.

"Bad time?" asked Quatre.

"No, no, just that he's been weird on me since the last client that came in, as he's cute."

"Oh? Should I be worried?" asked Quatre as he raised his eyebrows and continued driving.

"Oh, of course not, my prince," she said seductively over the phone and grinning, knowing very well that Quatre is sensitive and he'd probably get a little red in the face from how she spoke.

He cleared his throat and sure enough was a bit flushed, "Uh, Heero wanted some information on schools for Michael. Can you get some for him dear?"

"Yes, of course. I'll send Aaron to pick up some papers from the President of the School Board and I'll take it home with me. Are you off of work?"

"Yeah, I'm driving home right now," said Quatre.

"Ah. Did you happen to see any of the tabloids?"

"No, what happened?"

"They said you and Trump are comparing funds," she said with a chuckle.

"Oh God, not again," said Quatre while rolling his eyes.

"I know, he wishes there was something to compare too. It was great, it said 'Winner is the winner.'" she said amused and Quatre could see her tossing her hair back.

"Dorothy, let's not compare, it's not nice," said Quatre.

"Oh Quatre, anyway, I'll be on my way home as soon as Aaron brings me the papers for Yuy."

"Alright dear, they'll be at the house in about an hour. What would you like to have for dinner?"

"How about salmon?"

"That sounds good!"

"Okay, do that, I gotta go, George said there's someone wanting a consultation on a divorce case."

"Okay, bye," said Quatre while driving through the outskirts of the city to get to his home.

"Bye-bye," she said and then hung up.

…

Duo sighed as he sat on his office chair and was ready to get out of the office, as he was bored and hungry. Although, he usually felt that way he just wanted to go home and rest. Well, to Heero's home anyway. With that thought he couldn't help but sink in his chair a little. Heero had a house, a son, and a steady job; I only have the last of those two. That's what I get for wanting to move in with someone, he mentally told himself as he scoffed.

Duo's phone began ringing. He raised an eyebrow. What would Mileshaw want this late in the work day?

"Hello?"

"Maxwell, we got a call and I need you to respond."

"Where at?" asked Duo as he pulled out a little memo pad from his desk drawer and got out a pen that he had placed on his ear earlier in the day.

"Scooter Park. I'm with the DA right now, so I can't go and well, you'll see why I need you there."

The line went dead and Duo threw on his denim jacket and closed his office door behind him.

Duo parked his truck, now with regular license plates and no longer the decoy ones he used while on the job and walked to an obvious scene going on. There were cops, an ambulance, and C.S.I. Great, he thought as he made his way closer to the scene but was quickly stopped.

"Excuse me sir, no one can go beyond this point," said an officer gruffly.

"Narcotics Agent Maxwell. Sergeant Mileshaw sent me bucko," said Duo as he walked past by the officer and saw the C.S.I. taking photos of a boy who looked familiar and Duo's heart sank and felt sick.

"Uh, who's that?" he asked anyone who could hear him or provide him with an answer, even if it wasn't what he wanted to hear.

After more photos were taken in the late afternoon it suddenly felt a lot cooler, a C.S.I. looked up at him and put her camera on her side.

"His name is Steven James. Who are you?" she asked curiously.

"Narcotics Agent Maxwell…" he answered blankly as now he knew who this boy was. He was only eighteen, may have been in the drug business but from what Duo knew he was only doing little things within the high school and not in a school that were red flagged for possibilities of being infiltrated by the big time guys like Martly. But apparently, something happened that no one knew. Then it hit him.

"Thank you. Take care of the boy, I have to go," said Duo coldly as he turned back and got in his truck and sped off to find the boy's tail. This was just too surreal.

Duo finally came across the house of the person who was supposed to tail James. Put the truck in park, took a deep breathe, took his gun off his holster, and got off to ring the door bell.

"Hey Duo, how—"

The man was cut off by Duo getting him out of the door by his collar and slamming him into the wall.

"What the hell happened with James? What happened!" asked Duo as he started at the man in his eyes.

"I— I don't know! What are you talking about?" asked the man panicking.

"He's dead! He was murdered in Scooter Park. He only bought five grams and you were supposed to watch him for five days! He died in one! What he fuck did you do instead of keeping an eye out on him!" asked Duo once again as he slammed the man against the wall of his house again.

"I— I—Only took my eyes off of him for a couple of hours. I swear! A couple of the guys were at the bar and I thought it would be okay to leave him alone for a couple of hours before the second watch would check on him. Maxwell, I swear I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt. Honest to God!" the man stuttering from the fear of what happened and of Duo.

"It was the second watch that reported him missing and you were nowhere to be found. A small search went out and they found him dead. You better get ready because you're going to tell his mom that he died. Whether you tell her that he died on your watch and you weren't there to protect him, is up to you and whatever god you pray to," said Duo as he released the man from his grip, "And Mileshaw called me. You answer to me before you answer to her. So don't think you can go crying to her and you better goddamn sure not come to me with your pathetic excuses."

Duo's look of disdain for the man was evident but Duo was seething and didn't want to look at the man anymore. He had plans of using James as an informant later on, but even worse, a boy who still had time to shake off his drug business and make something of himself was cut short for the price of a couple of beers. Duo made a fist and punched the wall of the man's house close to his face.

"I said you should get ready to go tell his mother, don't make me tell you again."

Without another word, Duo went back to his truck as the man went back in house to get ready. Duo sighed and put the truck back into gear, as he had left it on, and drove away but before he would go home, he had to pick something up from the office to give to Heero.

…

"Uncle Duo! We're home," said Michael as he walked in the house hoping to see his uncle as he saw that his truck was already parked outside.

"Hey little man!" said Duo with a big smile as he came out from the kitchen with a glass of Sprite.

Michael trotted off to his bedroom after he took of his shoes and Duo made eye contact with Heero and put his glass down.

"You got my message, right?"

"Yeah, I did. What's up?"

"Look Heero, things are getting weird and bad, okay. And I think that… That we should have an identity kit for Michael. If not for my sake, for yours and his. I know he means the world to you and he does to me too. I love him a lot. Today an eighteen year old was killed in Scooter Park," said Duo softly as he looked down the hall and saw that Michael's bedroom light was still on, "and incase something happens we should at least have that. I mean, there's no telling who will be next. They haven't even identified who killed the boy."

Heero didn't know what to say to that. He had wanted to do that ever since Martly was back on the streets because if he was back in town, that meant that Seth wasn't very far away. His heart began beating faster and he was fighting it to keep it at a normal pace, but Duo had a point. Even if Duo didn't know who Seth was, this would be a good way for Heero to get this done for Michael under the premise that it's for Duo's sake and not because he was afraid of what could happen with Seth and Martly. A scapegoat that he was thankful for.

Heero nodded and went into the hallway to see Michael in his room watching TV, "Michael, would you like to help Duo and I?"

"Yeah!" said Michael enthusiastically as he had always wanted to help his uncle and dad with police business.

Heero and Michael walked down the hall and into the living room where Duo had placed on the coffee table the insides of the kit, but kept the kit behind him so that Michael wouldn't see it.

"Hey Macky, I need some help and practice on doing some police stuff, come sit with me," said Duo with a smile as Michael made his way to Duo and sat on his lap.

Duo then dipped Michael's little fingers into an inkpad and placed each one on a block for fingerprints as Heero silently snapped a photo of Michael with his camera and put in his pocket to keep Michael from seeing it. Heero then made his way around Michael and watched as Duo was almost done getting his prints and snipped a little bit of his hair and held it in his hand.

Heero remembered the first time Michael got a haircut and how scared he was, but he never cried. His eyes had fear written all over them and tears streamed down his face, but as long as Heero was holding him, he just sat there and let the barber do what he did best.

"All done! Thanks for your help Macky, you're the best dude," said Duo as he hugged Michael with his dirty little fingers and held him close. God knows Duo would never forgive himself if anything were to happen to Michael. He loved him so much, as if he were his own son.

"Come Michael, it's time for you bath," Heero said now out of his flash back and patted Duo on the back.

Michael was put down by Duo and he scampered off into the bathroom and shucked his clothes off as Heero went into the bathroom and adjust the water for Michael's bath.

"Ah! Daddy!" yelled Michael as Duo popped in the doorway and Michael hid behind Heero and kept himself hidden from Duo.

Heero looked back at Duo and raised an eyebrow.

"Jeez, I just came to tell him to wash his hands really well to get the ink off. Calm down little man," said Duo as he had covered his eyes with his hands to help Michael feel more comfortable, "I had no idea you were an exhibitionist."

Heero chuckled a little and pushed Duo out and closed the door and Michael relaxed and got in the bath, "You heard Duo, wash your hands really well."