A/N:

Beast Boy = Beastie

Robin = Robyn

Raven = Crow

Starfire = Starbolt.

Cyborg, Kid Flash, Bumblebee, and Terra are all normal.

I own nothing...but the plot.

Chapter 13

It felt like forever since they had been on a mission together. Once they were teleported to the designated location, Beastie found herself looking around the darkness, waiting for the feeling of Crow muting their quiet footsteps to begin to give any opinions that came to mind.

"Pretty dark for Dr. Light's taste... or at least you would think, right?" She looked at her silent partner who seemed to ignore her. His build had always been taller than hers but not quite as tall as the 6-foot-whatever alien and robot. He was about 5'9, could even be 5'10, but nowhere near their 6'2 and 6'4 teammates.

"Focus on collecting what we came for." Crow's quiet gravelly voice cut through her thoughts, "My height is not important at the moment."

"I'm only 5'2 and 3/4 so you're plenty tall to me." Her cheeks heated at being caught, "And, um, I'm pretty sure it's rude to listen in on people's thoughts."

"I'm pretty sure it's rude to stare." He replied evenly looking her in the eye intensely.

'Okay, touché'

The mission once again became the most preeminent thing between them. They walked softly through the abandoned hallways of the building, the male covering her back. She sniffed the air, following to where their luminous enemy's scent was strongest, ears twitching as they listened for any and all movement, eyes darting back and forth.

"Do we have any clues as to what we're looking for?" She stopped abruptly causing her partner to run into her back.

"Evidence to support he's working with The Brotherhood." He seemed unperturbed by his front touching her back and made no intentions to remove his person, looking down as she tilted her head up. Beastie frowned at the news.

"That again?" Disgust colored her face, "I thought monkey man learned his lesson."

"Monkey man," he raised an eyebrow.

"He looks like an overgrown chimpanzee." She changed into a small peridot Pygmy marmoset and scurried up his arm to perch herself on his shoulder, feeling him chuckle but hearing no sound before he continued forward with their excursion. He didn't sense anyone and took her silence as an okay to continue in the same direction.

"Do you always categorize people based on animals?" His question took her by surprise but she answered him smoothly nevertheless.

"Sometimes."

"What animal am I classified as?"

She pretended to think on the matter before answering with a smug look, "A Crow."

He responded with a deadpanned look of his own and she giggled.

"At least you do when your hood is on and you're levitating."

"And when I'm not?" He tried not to ponder why the unusual inquiry was so vital.

"..." she didn't answer and he was curious if she was actually giving thought to his question or if she was simply nervous to tell him. Then he scratched the latter thought. Many people were nervous around him but she was not, almost ever. She jumped off his shoulder, transforming back and landing with all the grace of a poised cat.

"A predator," she finally answered, looking over her shoulder at him, expression almost coy. If she viewed him as a predator then did she see herself as the prey?

The couple later found a security room. She didn't need to be told to get to work as she sat in the computer chair and began hacking the way Cyborg taught her to long ago while her partner busied himself with leaning against the door, torn between playing lookout and observing the room for anymore clues.

"5 guards. Up two floors." Crow whispered. She didn't need to respond for him to know he was heard, her eyes flashed at the information handed to her.

"This is where you smelled Dr. Light?" He asked after a while of silence, it bugged him where they ended up under her tracking. What the hell was the villain doing in the security room?

"Nope, donuts." She pointed to the box on the desk, gaze never leaving the screen. Crow couldn't hold back the snort or the sudden craving for some of the sweet treats mentioned. Maybe they could stop at Mike's on the way back. It was a 24-hour open donut joint and they wouldn't have another mission for at least a day. Besides he just needed one to curb the desire that set in.

"Almost done." She called to him after another thirty minutes.

He nodded at her grumbling, "Good, I'd hate to have to use force, especially after last week."

Beastie's movements stilled, she hadn't meant to but a question formed in her head, one she never thought to ask, and her body went cold at the possible answer.

"Did...did you get in trouble... for the Adonis thing?" At first, all she got was silence. It seemed that was all she was going to get when he finally answered.

"Yeah, a little."

Why didn't he say anything? She was certain he wasn't the only one in the tower who'd known. Why didn't anybody say anything?

"Like with law enforcement?" She tried not to assume anything.

"A judge was involved...but, that's neither here nor there, we all had to give a statement on what happened." He was trying to sound nonchalant. She could tell, for her sake.

"...I never gave a statement."

He shook his head, "We shouldn't talk about this here. We need to finish this assignment."

"And when would we talk about it, 'cause it kinda feels like you weren't going to tell me anything." Beastie could not keep the scorn out of her voice.

"It's not exactly your burden to bear." He turned his attention back to the door or focused on what was outside of it rather.

"What was the verdict?" She wasn't dropping it and probably would not until she was satisfied with the result her interrogation would yield.

"...Community service and an apology." He spoke once he'd finished weighing his options, figuring their small space might hold less hostile feelings if he'd just be open about it. Robyn had ordered the Titans not to bother with the legalities of it all with the green girl and he'd been in total compliance because the last thing he needed was to feel her guilt bubble up every time she looked at him. Which is what seemed to begin form right now.

"An apology to whom?" This time he remained quiet. She was a clever girl, even if she didn't start out that way, she'd figure it out.

"Adonis?!" She asked incredulously. Then she evened out her voice, "They made you apologize to Adonis?"

"They can't make me do anything." He clarified her misconception, "And for the record, there is no way in hell I'd repent for anything I've ever done, much less ask forgiveness from that sniveling worm of boy. I don't give a damn who's ordering it."

So much venom. So much for her to take blame for. It was her fault he was in such a predicament at all. She was the one who should be asking Crow for forgiveness. Forgiveness for being so weak. Forgiveness for him having to step in. The blue screen blurred, as tears welled up.

She heard a very strong, "Stop." Coming from her partner as if he knew what she was thinking. Then he said, "Focus on the mission."

She nodded inputting the USB to absorb the information they'd been sent to gather.

The aura approaching a moment later made him stand straight, looking for a place to cast an illusion spell. The corner.

"Someone's coming. Come here." He held out his hand and she looked at it before turning back to the screen to minimize her task. His back was against the wall and hers was pressed against his front as they both watched the guard come in, gazing around the room as if he expected someone to be sneaking around.

Suddenly, with their bodies as condensed as they could get, the half-demon found himself regretting his diet earlier. Damn her for making him indulge in the spicy. Between the breakfast burritos, she thought she'd surprised him with, the som tam from the Thai restaurant the Titans had for lunch, and a few of the spicy paqui, courtesy of the one chip challenge which turned out wasn't much of a challenge for him, his desire was easily aroused with her so close. 'Focus on the mission'

Crow always placed his hand over her mouth and arm to wrap around her waist to keep her close, despite the sound shield and invisibility mask around them. It was habit and to be clear, it did things to her that it shouldn't in situations such as these. Beastie usually was able to breathe through but tonight she was sure she felt something hard on her lower back.

"Crow..." her eyes widened as she glanced his way, amethyst eyes staring back. And Beastie couldn't resist testing her hypothesis by rolling her hips and moving her butt upwards. His sharp intake and the nails digging lightly into the small of her back were all the answers she needed, although his face remained as impassive as ever.

Amusement colored her tone where it shouldn't have as she asked the rhetorical question, pulling his hand from her covered mouth, "Are you hard?"

"Stop." He simply said nodding slightly to the forgotten man, ignorant of what was going on behind him.

"He's here for the donuts." She tapped her nose then dragged her index down her full smilingly lips. Sure enough, he reached into the box, taking a loud bite as he checked the screen display of the security feed.

"So... is it me or the cheap thrill of getting caught?"

"You keep talking and you're going to get us caught." He held her tighter to him and her breath hitched.

"As if you don't have us soundproofed," her voice was breathy as it floated to his ears, sultry almost.

"I will torture you." He threatened in a tight voice.

"You promise?" Confusion overtook his expression, what was her problem tonight? If he didn't know better he would've thought the fiery flavoring affected her the same way it did him.

"Get a grip. You're going to blow our mission."

Her small hand went for his crotch but he gripped her wrist before it could go any further and instead of anger rooting like it should have, beguilement stood firmly in its place.

"I. Will. Torture. You." He growled out, "Swear to whatever god you believe in."

"Torture me for trying to please you?" She turned to face him in his grasp, eyes enthralled as if she were seeing him for the first time. "Isn't that a little...silly?"

Please him? Was she serious? Beastie was doing a hell of a job of entertaining his demon, he knew that much, "Stop."

"I'll tell you what's torture..." her arms went around his neck, face coming far too close, "stopping this, what could be between us? That would be torture."

"...So?" The space was hot and the once again forgotten guard walked out the door, breaking the spell that entrapped them both when the soft click resounded in the room.

Still, neither of them moved, until Crow's tongue darted between his lips to wet them and he softly commanded, "Go get the USB, so we can finish this."

Beastie nodded, slowly detaching herself from his hold, keeping their eyes connected for as long as she could as if he had somehow compelled her body to move of its own accord while her mind remained his completely.

A/N:

Okay, second to last Chapter! Not exactly how I envisioned it at first, but yeah... Sorry for the late update

Hope you enjoyed!