A/N: Again, a drabble for weirdlittlefamilyofrp. This time, the prompt was GraveRobber's arrest. I own nothing. Except a bitching Amber Sweet Cosplay.

Summary: We have the GraveRobber...

Rating: K+ (language, violence)

Amber watched GraveRobber and the GeneCops from behind the two-way mirror. She'd been roused early from bed for this and if it had been any other Z Dealer, she would have let her lackeys handle it without her. But when Captain Malik's voice crackled over her wrist-communicator, his four words were enough to make Amber spring from bed and race to the station.

"We have the GraveRobber."

Even chained to a desk, Graves looked cheeky. He looked over at the two way mirror and for an instant, Amber thought for sure he could see her. His bold grin, his curt nod… He would have shot it at anyone.

Captain Malik slammed a hand down on the table.

"You will look at me when I speak to you, grave robber," he said. His voice was deep and menacing. His white teeth gleamed in the fluorescent lights.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Graves said. "I didn't realize that grunting sound was speaking."

"Just who do you think you are?"

Captain Malik was the highest ranking officer of the GeneCop squad that had seized Graves from God-knows-where. He stood and circled around behind Graves. Amber sucked in her cheeks. He was the highest ranking officer because he was the most ruthless. She'd always admired that about him.

Until it was Graves he was interrogating.

Was this what fear felt like? Like hot liquid rushing through your hollow stomach? Liquid fire? Lapping its way through you until every part of you was electric and singed and brittle?

Graves said something she didn't hear and then – SLAM – Captain Malik had smashed GraveRobber's head into the table. His large hand grasped Graves' mane and twisted him this way and that.

"You think you're hot shit?" Captain Malik growled.

"Yeah. I am," Grave said, smiling with his busted lip.

SLAM!

Captain Malik rammed GraveRobber's head into the table yet again. Amber heard Graves' swear. When the captain pulled him up, a trickle of blood ran down Graves' face from his nose. It looked broken. He'd have a twin pair of raccoon bruises come morning.

"I'll kill you with my bare hands before you make it out of this room," Captain Malik hissed.

Amber reached to the panel of buttons in front of her and pressed the intercom one.

"Oh really, Captain?" she asked. Her voice echoed, high and cold, around the interrogation room. "I think you've had enough time trying your methods with the GraveRobber."

"M-Miss Sweet…!" Captain Malik looked at the two-way mirror supplicatingly. "I didn't realize… I didn't think…"

"Clearly." She tried to sound irritated, bored. Instead of invested. She wondered how successful she was. Then, "I would like to speak to the GraveRobber."

"Yes, of course ma'am-"

"Alone."

She watched as the GeneCops vacated the interrogation suite. Then she walked into the cold, white room where Graves was kept.

"Last time one of us was cuffed," she said, working on the lock. "Was a hell of a lot more fun."

"Last time one of us was cuffed," he said. "It was you. What the hell took so long?"

"Normal people say 'thank you' after being rescued," she said, releasing him from his bonds. She held his gaze, then looked away pointedly. Then, reaching for her wrist-communicator, she said, "I'll have one of my surGENs fix your nose up before you leave."

Warm hands cupped her chin, twisted her gently to look at him. Instead of sass or a thank you, he pressed a soft, bleeding kiss to her lips. Amber's lips parted, invited entrance, as the kiss deepened. GraveRobber groaned. She couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. She put her hands on his shoulders and he stood up, reeling her in with his strong arms.

From the other side of the two way mirror, several pairs of eyes watched. Chief among them, Captain Malik's.