A/N: The title of this fic is an extremely lame pun for which I apologise in advance. I also apologise in advance for the cheesy quote I chose for this story but DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND QUOTES ABOUT CAKES?! *sigh*

SO, it's been a while, Jerza friends! It's 3am, I wrote this in one sitting, here's a silly AU fic. Go easy, it's my first time writing AU for Jerza xD

Hope you like it :)

Title: Sweet Justice
Rating: K+/T?
Summary: She was just looking to avenge her stolen desserts, not have her heart stolen by a blue haired man.

"But how will I eat cake if my head is over there, and my hands are over here?" - Marie Antoinette (asking the real questions)

Sweet Justice

164 minutes.

That was how long Erza Scarlet had been hiding inside one of the staffroom lockers, waiting for the culprit to show themselves.

For weeks now, a truly monstrous co-worker had been stealing her labelled desserts from the office fridge, leaving her sweet tooth under-provided for, and her mood as bitter as could be.

To make matters worse, this heinous act had been affecting her work attitude. She had been extra snappy towards her underlings, especially towards the icy pervert who stripped on every occasion and his pink haired partner who wreaked havoc with every step he took.

The last she saw of the two of them were the boys being transported out of the building on gurneys.

Not that she had any knowledge about that.

The first time her desserts had disappeared, she had thought maybe she'd forgotten the container in the car or on her kitchen counter at home, and let the situation slide as a one-off occasion. So when it happened again, she realised it wasn't her being forgetful, but in fact, someone had been stealing her food and the next step was to start interrogations.

Erza had gathered the whole floor of employees one night—well, not so much as gathered…more like trapped by blocking the elevators and stairways—and questioned each and every one of them, asking for full minute by minute accounts of their actions during the hours surrounding lunch time but unfortunately, to no avail.

All she had gained from that experiment were crying co-workers and several complaints directed to her for 'taking things too far'.

Ridiculous allegations, of course.

Next, she had tried to check the CCTV footage of the staffroom, certain that this would lead to her much needed breakthrough in finding the dastardly dessert thief, except she was denied permission to go through the tapes, much to her dismay. So naturally, she tried an alternative method by using Gray and Natsu as lookouts while she carried out her dangerous solo mission.

Unfortunately, even after she secretly broke into the office to search through the tapes, she discovered that the kitchen extension of the staff room didn't appear in the footage at all. For some perplexing reason, her company thought it was more important to keep watch over safes and offices than it was to protect the wellbeing of the people's food. Outrageous.

As a result, Erza was back at square one, clueless but nevertheless, striving to find the real culprit.

Of course, she could always prepare desserts that didn't need to be refrigerated but that would mean giving in to the thief which she had no intention of doing, not until he or she had received a slice of well-served justice and paid for their crimes.

She didn't know who it was but if she was sure of anything, it was this: that person had a death wish, and she'd be more than happy to fulfil it for them.

Erza heaved a sigh, shifting around uncomfortably in the small locker and peeping through one of the holes she'd stabbed in earlier to spy on the other workers.

So far, Juvia, Lucy, Meredy and a few others had come and gone, neither one of them leaving with the cream cake she had brought in for dessert today. At this rate, she almost wished that one of them would return and try to steal it because she was beginning to lose all feeling in her legs which were squeezed against her awkwardly.

She felt like human origami. No, in fact, a jack-in-the-box, crammed inside a container and just waiting to jump out and surprise the bandit. Only, she was ten times scarier and the person she attacked would not be laughing in pleasant astonishment but instead would be on their knees begging for mercy.

All of a sudden, the door to the staffroom clicked open and Erza watched with anticipation as a pair of legs attached to shiny leather shoes walked in, the man whistling to himself.

Could this be the culprit she'd been waiting so long for?

She expected him to make his way to the fridge like so many others before him had done but instead, she found that the sound of his footsteps were getting louder, the whistling ringing in her ears. With a twist of dread, she realised he was approaching the locker she had stuffed herself inside of.

Still as a statue, she held her breath, hoping against hope that he wouldn't come any closer—

But darkness consumed her as the man stood in front of the locker, blocking out the little light that had been streaming in through the holes and filling her with numbing terror at the possibility of having been discovered.

Erza's heart hammered in her chest almost deafeningly, betraying her efforts of keeping as quiet as possible. She wondered whether he could hear it beating as loudly as she could. She hoped not, for her own sake and for his because she'd have to silence him one way or another for finding her in this way.

Next thing she knew, the locker door had been pulled open and she tumbled out onto the floor, a tangle of arms and legs, her jack-in-the-box appearance being a lot less graceful than she had hoped.

Groaning from the discomfort of hitting the wooden floor and having sudden light blind her eyes, she sat up groggily, muttering to herself about how hours in that damned locker had gone to waste now that her cover had been blown.

"My, my…" a deep voice said, laced with amusement, and Erza blinked dazedly up at the man towering above her.

He was tall, clad in a nicely fitting white shirt and suit trousers, his blazer draped over one shoulder and a grey tie fixed loosely around his neck. Blue hair fell in messy spikes around his face and peeking out from under the locks was an interesting red tattoo etched above and below his right eye.

Erza couldn't help but stare at him.

And then he went and smiled and she swore she saw stars for a fraction of a second, before he stretched out a hand to her.

But Erza didn't register his gesture all at once, her mind drawing a blank as she continued staring at him shamelessly. When her eyes finally travelled from his handsome face to his broad shoulders all the way down his biceps to his outstretched hand, she let out a shaky laugh, taking his hand and letting him pull her up on her feet.

"Hello."

"Hello…" he replied before arching a brow at their hands still entwined in each other's.

Erza gasped, immediately retracting her hand to squeak in embarrassment while the man laughed, reaching up to rub the back of his neck before flashing her a smile.

"So, any particular reason you were hiding in my locker?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the side to give her a curious look.

"I—I was just—I'm sorry! I didn't mean to intrude. I promise to you as one loyal worker to another, I wasn't trying to—"

"Don't worry about it," he said with an indifferent wave of his hand, "there's nothing in there worth stealing anyway, unless you're a fan of wearisome paperwork and boxes of gum."

Erza reddened. "I wasn't trying to steal anything! I—well, I'm actually trying to catch a thief myself."

"Oh?"

"Someone in the department has been stealing from me, you see."

"I see."

"I was just trying to catch them in the act."

"Understandable."

"And then you walked in…"

"I did."

"And you found me."

"I spoiled your foolproof plan."

"Yes."

"Right…" He edged closer to her, his lips tugging up in a smirk. "And what about now?"

She brought her gaze up to meet his, an insuppressible smile stretching across her face. "It's not as bad as it seems," she murmured.

"Hm…"

He took another step towards her, closing the distance between them, Erza's back against the locker door and his arm against her head. She stared up at him wide brown eyes and when she found him watching her just as intently, she felt her skin grow warm with the pressure of his gaze.

For a wavering moment, she actually felt the need to thank the mysterious dessert culprit for leading her into a situation like this where a handsome blue haired man had her caged between his arms, looking down at her in a way that made something heated unfurl in the pit of her stomach and had her heart racing a hundred miles an hour in her chest.

Who needed cake anyway?

"Why have I never come across you before?" she murmured, searching his face for any remnants of familiarity but with no luck. She definitely would have remembered him had she seen him before, without a shadow of a doubt.

"It may have to do with the fact I just transferred here a few weeks ago."

"That explains it," she replied in a breathy voice. "How are you liking Magnolia so far?

The man chuckled softly, ducking his head down to hers, his blue hair falling into his eyes and framing his face in a heartbreakingly attractive way. "I must admit, I'm liking it a lot more than my old town. Back there, I never seemed to come across any cute redheads hiding in my locker."

She watched as his eyes travelled down to her lips and suddenly, the urge to kiss him senseless outweighed everything and anything else—

"SCARLET! FERNANDES!"

The pair sprung apart immediately, as if they'd been scorched by each other's touch, their faces burning and eyes trained elsewhere, anywhere but on one another.

The head of the department, a short moustached man named Makarov Dreyar, peered at them suspiciously from under bushy white eyebrows. "Any reason as to why you're lollygagging around here instead of working in your respective offices?"

"Sorry sir, I happen to be on my lunch break," Erza said quickly, hands clasped in front of her as she tried to ignore the fact that her face was probably the same shade as her hair now.

"As am I," Fernandes added with an apologetic smile.

At the sound of his voice, Erza found her gaze wandering back to him, catching the look he was giving her from the corner of his eye. She had been meaning to catch the dessert thief in the act—not have herself caught almost kissing another co-worker.

Though, in all honesty, as she watched his lips work into a smirk, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at having been interrupted.

Her face tinted an even darker shade of red at the thought.

Makarov watched them closely for a moment, eyes darting from one face to another before he turned on his heel, making his way towards the fridge.

Erza's eyes widened and her heart lumped in her throat for a fleeting moment—could it be him?

But then the old man emerged from the fridge with an egg salad in his hands, a disapproving expression etched onto his face as he glowered at the two of them. "Don't be too long. You know we have a big deal to close tomorrow. There's a lot to do!" And with that, he was gone and Erza was once again left alone in the company of the charming blue haired man.

She stole a quick glance to see him laughing, a hand raking through his hair as he said, "Well, I guess that's our cue to actually have lunch."

"I suppose so."

"Scarlet, would you like to have lunch with me?"

Erza smiled playfully. "That depends. Will you be taking me out somewhere extravagant?"

He grinned, making his way to the fridge. "That depends on your definition of extravagant. Though, there's one thing that I'm sure will definitely please you…" he said, rustling around in the fridge as she waited expectantly, arms laced behind her back and eyebrows raised in eagerness. "You know, there's someone that works in this department who makes the best desserts..."

He re-emerged from behind the fridge holding a container filled with slices of creamy cake that looked all too familiar. "Cream cake today. Extravagant enough for you?" he asked, lips tugging up in a smirk.

Erza stared at him disbelievingly.

Her mouth fell open.

She was speechless.

It was him. The culprit she had been seeking for the last few weeks was the man she was almost kissing just moments ago.

He furrowed his brow, his smile quickly replaced by a frown. "Is something wrong? Do you not like cream?"

And suddenly, avenging her stolen desserts became the last thing on her mind.