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(Con Artists AU)
8:24 PM
Hades blinked his eyes open, wincing as a bolt of pain wracked his head. Muttering curses to himself, he forced himself into a sitting position.
The last thing he remembered was Zelena handing him that wineglass...
Shit.
It was coming back.
She'd drugged him.
Stumbling to his feet, he scanned the room. His case was gone.
Shit.
Hers was still here, but there was no way she would have left anything behind. Fumbling with the lid, he opened it.
What the hell...?
One glance told him it was counterfeit.
What kind of joke was she playing? His gaze landed on the table, where a wad of cash lay on top of a scrap of paper.
A note?
She was just making fun of him now. He scowled and picked up the paper, reading her elaborate cursive.
Enjoy your nap?
Sorry again for drugging you and taking your money, love. It's what I do.
I really did like you, though. You're cute, and you're pretty smart. Shame I'm smarter, hmm?
There's a lesson here: Be a little more wary of girls who say they've gone through a messy divorce.
Well, I'm off. Ain't no rest for the wicked, as they say.
Better luck next time, love.
It was signed with two loopy, decorated Ws, a signature any seasoned con man knew.
Shit. He'd come face to face with the Wicked Witch.
She was legendary in the con world. She had a penchant for sabotaging other con men and women, and she had escaped with a fortune every time.
A mix of admiration and shock spread through him.
She was good.
Hopefully, his men were just a little better.
Crumpling the note in his hand and pulling out his cellphone, he quickly dialed a number, tapping his fingers against the table as he waited impatiently for the other end to pick up.
"Boss?" Hades gritted his teeth as a nasal voice blaring through the phone sent a spike of pain through his head.
"Panic, I need you to activate the tracker in the case," he snapped.
"Why? What happened to it?"
"The fucking Witch stole it!" Hades hissed. "Activate the goddamn tracker, now!"
"The Witch?" Panic gasped, and Hades heard frantic typing on the other end. "Wow, I mean- the Wicked Witch? Wow..."His voice trailed off dreamily. "I've always wanted to meet her, she's one of the best-aside from you, boss-"
"Is the tracker activated?" Hades interrupted testily.
"Uhhhh, one sec-yes. It's activated. You should be able to follow it on your phone now-"
"Good. You get a pay raise," Hades said, heading for the door.
"Boss, you don't pay me-"
Hades hung up, and instantly pulled up the location of the tracker.
Shit. She was headed for the airport.
Swearing under his breath, he slammed the door behind him.
He was honestly a mix of pissed off and turned on.
8:53 PM
Zelena had already changed the license plate on her car, even decided to treat herself to a car wash.
She had to look snazzy for the next victim.
She parked at the airport, knowing the license plate change had cost her about ten minutes.
It wasn't her fault a Florida plate looked better than a New York one. Simply a matter of choosing which one.
She'd booked a flight to Los Angeles the previous night under the name of Charlotte Lewis. Now it was just a matter of getting on the plane.
The case was small enough to fit in one of the overheads.
9:13 PM
Zelena wasn't all that fond of stewardesses. She couldn't explain it, she just didn't like them. She flipped through a magazine by the window, a stewardess's "Right here, sir," next to her not registering until the seat next to her creaked. Damn. She'd been hoping she could have the seat to herself-
"Hello, Zelena."
She froze, then slowly lifted her head to meet Hades's blue gaze.
She smiled sweetly. "Hello, Hades. I'm known as Charlotte Lewis on this flight. How are you?"
He grinned playfully back. " I'm Richard Fish here. And I've got a splendid headache, thanks to you."
"I said I was sorry," she replied innocently. "Excuse me, I've got to run to the little girl's room." She started to rise, but his arm Instantly came up, blocking her way.
"Where is it?" he hissed.
She met his gaze coolly. "Where's what?"
"Don't play with me. You know what."
"It's in with all the other luggage," she lied. "You wouldn't get it back, anyway, for several reasons."
"And what would those be?" he demanded.
"One, I wouldn't let you. Two, you'd never find it in time. Three-"
"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. We are taking off," a cool voice came on over the intercom.
"Well, that's why," Zelena said lightly, gesturing towards the intercom.
Hades swore loudly, prompting scandalized looks from other passengers, people Zelena mouthed apologies to.
"Have you ever been to L.A., Richard?" she teased.
At his glare, she figured it was about to be a very long flight. Shrugging, she opened the magazine again and began reading all about the feud between Taylor Swift and Kanye West.
Honestly, she pitied Taylor's boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston. The poor man was all caught up in the crossfire.
After a few moments, though, she had a pressing question to ask Hades.
"So, Hades..."
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