Undercover work

[mitochondriaaya]

A young Asian woman glided through the crowd of a high end dance club. She was pretty enough with large brown eyes and a fall of black hair that brushed her hips. Not stunning, her make up was too light, to understated for current high end glamor, but she was pretty enough to smile at. She moved like water, skirting the edges of the crowd and nibbling her lip nervously. Obviously she was looking for someone. Someone who was late, judging by how she glanced at the small watch on her wrist.

She was wearing one of the newer fashions in jewelry though. Winking silver ear wraps that kept her hair from sliding into her eyes and gave the illusion of small points to her ears.

Only those who had been to Aya's home would ever recognize how much the contacts and wig made her into her mother. She didn't like the crowding, but they'd had no choice. Their target only came out of his safe house to come here. On Saturday nights. Luckily he tended to claim the upper balcony for himself and his people, which lowered the probability of civilian casualties. She still didn't like it.

None of them did.

Everyone they had to spare was on this job tonight. The two drinks she took from a passing waiter were blue kool-aid. The waiter was Officer Sere. After that she made her way part way up the stairs, channeling that anger and dislike into shy-appearing nervousness as she scanned the crowd below the stairs.

Outwardly, she was the poor, stood up date a little out of her depth in the swirling noise. Inwardly? Well, she was one of the guardians between the target upstairs and the civilians.

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[sliceitwithwind]

The shifting of the crowd gives him a good, long look at her and Dilan keeps from spazzing out through sheer force of willpower. He lets his eyes skip past her and on to another girl easily enough.

[mitochondriaaya]

Her cell phone, or really, the wardrobe cell made her set her drink down as it vibrated. The small silver charm dangling from it winked in the light as she read the text. Pan left

With an exasperated sigh, she flipped open the phone and called Pierce as she shifted her head naturally, looking for what ever he'd spotted on camera "Traffic is not bad! Did you forget?" she spoke over the music for the benefit of anyone listening. Searching...

...

Oh. Shit. Dilan.

"I will wait." she sighed, closing the phone. She had...no idea what to do about Dilan. He was bright, he wouldn't screw anything up, still...

[sliceitwithwind]

He doesn't make his way toward her, he just lets the flow of the club carry him wherever it feels until he gets back to the side of the huge red-headed human he's with. It's hard to pick up what he's saying due to the noise, but a quick lip-read would get, "Dude, I'm just not feeling the vibe here. Lets blow this joint and go somewhere else."

[mitochondriaaya]

She couldn't watch him, though on camera back at the van Pierce could. He was texting her as things developed. Well, texting all of them, Aya just got a few extra details. Think he's headed out

That was a relief, though she didn't drop her impatient facade. Vice says five. Apparently everyone was in position and as many civilians as possible had been weeded away from the balcony.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan and Aeleus head out and down the block to another bar, hanging out where they can keep a vague eye on the place Aya is.

[mitochondriaaya]

It wasn't very long before there were clubbers mobbing the nearby bars. They hadn't exactly been displaced by the cops, but the strike had totally disrupted everyone's night. Most the people were complaining...

...except those who'd gotten video on their cameras and were passing the different files around. "No, you're not getting a list of names, MOVE." seemed Danny was working on clearing the crowd away from the area so they could get the arrest vans up to the doors.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan ghosts his way through the crowd and says, "She's okay? If so, I'll get out of here. Have her call me."

[mitochondriaaya]

"What?" Danny wheeled on Dilan, ready to shoo him along too but...then he recognized him. "Oh, yeah, she's fine. Everything went good tonight. Worst our side got was a sprained ankle."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Good. Ask her to call me, I'll be around."

He then slips away toward his apartment again.

[mitochondriaaya]

It was a few hours later before Dilan's phone rag. Processing paperwork always took precedent. She still wasn't really sure how she felt about Dilan having seen her under cover...

...and the cryptic "Call Dilan" from Danny had been ominous. So she found herself fiddling with the ends of her wig as she listen to the phone ring. Nervous? Yep.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Hey, hon." Dilan's voice is relaxed, "Danny said you were fine, I just wanted to be sure. Boyfriend nerves and all."

[mitochondriaaya]

Hearing that easy greeting a knot of tension in her shoulders began to unwind. This was good. "Yeah, I'm fine. A few guys came down the stairs, but we got them all." mainly through some quick tripping and pinning when they went down the stairs but hey!

"M'still in the damn wig though."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Good." he doesn't ask what went down, she probably can't tell him anyway, "Want to come over after your shift?"

[mitochondriaaya]

No, she couldn't have told him more than vague 'these were bad guys, we worked with vice'. She glad he didn't ask. "Costume will tackle me in a few hours, and paperwork...I should be able to leave around four?" she wanted to make sure he still wanted a visit that early in the morning.

[sliceitwithwind]

"I'll be up." he promises, "Go, do the cop thing, there will be hot cider when you get home."

[mitochondriaaya]

It took her a minute to realize he meant his home...it was that kind of night. "Christ that sounds nice..." she admitted, grinning at the phone. "The precinct boys'll be jealous."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Heh. They can't have me. I'll get the bathroom set up, too, so you can soak before I tuck you into my bed for some rest."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hmmm, set the alarm now? I have to be back into wardrobe at noon Sunday..." she sighed, but the expression on her face couldn't be called anything but goofy. "Want me to pick up anything?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I can do that. Eleven should give you time to eat before you come in. Nah, just bring your own self, I've got the rest of the Aya care package here.




"I'm really glad you're safe, babe."

[mitochondriaaya]

I am well and truly spoiled." she laughed agreeable, then sobered as his second comment sunk in.

"I'm good, Dilan. I know worry is part and parcel of the dating thing but...try not to worry too much okay? Your shoulders are hard enough to work on without more muscle tension..." she ended teasingly, though she worried.

[sliceitwithwind]

"I know. I'll limit my worry to the time when you're actively in danger, and then pamper you when it's over." It's - a promise he can keep. With some effort, but he can.

[mitochondriaaya]

"I won't hold you to that." she admitted quietly "But it does ease my mind a little." Worry was worry, it came when it did. She just...yeah.

"Alright, see you around 4:30?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Sounds good. See you then, sweetheart." he doesn't try to keep her on the line, hanging up gently.

[mitochondriaaya]

Okay, so it was actually about 4:15. She tended to overestimate just in case. The morning buses had just started running for those working the docks, so she was lucky enough to catch a ride without begging Danny.

That soft sound at his door? Was her shoulder thumping against the wood rather than her fist. What? Long night. leaning was nice!

[sliceitwithwind]

"It's open, Aya." Dilan calls from his position near the stove.

He's got hot cider there, you see.

[mitochondriaaya]

"So it is' she noted as the door slipped open. Ohhhh, cider. It smelled wonderful. She slipped up next to him to smile blissfully at the bubbling pot.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan leans down to kiss her, "Go run a bath, sweetie, I'll bring it in. I got the bombs you love already set out."

[mitochondriaaya]

She leaned up to kiss his cheek with a grin, then slipped off down the hallway "You almost gave Pierce a heart attack you know. Seeing you on the vid feed..." she teased softly.

"Sorry to have interrupted your night out."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Not at all, sweetie. I was getting ready to go home anyway." it's quite true, too. "Should I apologize to him?" he asks, bringing the cup in and perching on the edge of the tub.

[mitochondriaaya]

She leaned her head in the corner nearest the edge and snaked an arm into his lap. Kind of a lazy hug? She was assuming the cider was a little too hot to drink just yet..."No. He'll be fine, though for the next couple of runs he'll probably comb every screen to check..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"I can live with that." Dilan says softly. He tests the cider with the tip of his finger until it's cool enough to drink, then passes it over. "Here you go, love. I'm just glad everything went well."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Under cover work usually doesn't go poorly." she admitted with a grin as she sat up enough to drink her cider. "One or two tricky cases every couple of months, but usually it's just watching somebody, or gathering information..." not glamorous, but necessary.

"just your luck you get to see a tricky one..." she freed a hand from her mug to pat his leg, amused by the hand print she left. This obviously called for drawing on his pants with wet fingertips!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Hey, it's fine." Dilan pets her hair, gently, and puts up with the wet. For now. Much more and the pants are coming off.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hey, I get explain sometimes." It was a bit of mindless amusement? She really wouldn't complain if he lost the pants, because as much as she was trying to leave dry spots between designs? Well, fabric was absorbent.

[sliceitwithwind]

"True, true. Sweetie, you're soaking my pants. Do you want me to take them off?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Depends. Can I still draw on your leg?" she asked with a grin.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Of courses, sweetheart." he stands up, drops the hakama, and settles down again, "Leghair doesn't feel as nasty wet."

[mitochondriaaya]

This was a good thing because her fingers were very wet. At least they were warm? She seemed just as enchantingly amused by tracing her fingers through his leg hair as she had been by playing with his pants. "It's only fair" she pointed out. She was fully naked after all.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan laughs softly, "Do you want me to lose the shirt, too?"

[mitochondriaaya]

She laid her head on an arm so she could eye his shirt speculatively, then chuckled "And what if you end up cold? Tile isn't exactly warm..."

[sliceitwithwind]

He shrugs it off and leans down to beep her nose, "I join you in the warm water, obviously."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Smart man" she noted, allowing her idle designs to trace up along his chest now. What? It was entertaining, plus it meant she could fiddle with an odd piercing or two!

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan grins and shifts so that she's got more flesh to play with. "That's what I get the big bucks for, yes."

[mitochondriaaya]

She ended up tossing back the rest of her cider so she could set the cup out of the way and use both hands. Mainly? Dilan was very fun to play with, and unnecessary distractions could not be tolerated.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan laughs softly and after a moment he slides into the tub with her. "Better?"

[mitochondriaaya]

She wiggled to settle comfortably against his side and grinned "Much better for relaxing" she admitted. Besides, with him in the tub, she could trickle whole handfuls of colored water against his chest!

[sliceitwithwind]

He grins and leans back, tucking her up against himself and revelling in the fact that she's fine.

[mitochondriaaya]

Yes, she's fine. Safe. And not going anywhere for several hours. There were certainly worse ways to spend an early Sunday morning!