can i be human?? || SCOUT

[nixon mason grey]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] He couldn't believe that he had done what he did. He had asked her out on a date. He had actually asked a girl, whom he had spent a wonderful night with, to spend a day with him. What was he thinking? He didn't do dates. He did one night stands. That was what kind of guy he was. He wasn't known for his gentlemanly ways when it came to being with women. He liked the whole bang them and hang them kind of style, but apparently his heart wasn't listening to what he knew. He wasn't following his normal style here and it was freaking him out a little bit. But it wasn't that big of a deal. This was just a casual meeting between...friends? Right? That was how he had to view this. It didn't matter that he had had the best night of his life with this young woman. It didn't matter that he just wanted to touch a part of her to satiate his need. It didn't matter that he hadn't ceased thinking about her since she left that afternoon. No. It wasn't that big of a deal. She wasn't special. That was something that he had to keep repeating. She wasn't different. She wasn't confusing. She wasn't frustrating. She was just normal. She was a normal young woman that he had slept with that he had happened to ask out on a date. There was nothing odd about that, right? Oh who the fuck was he kidding? Everything was confusing about her. He didn't understand the feelings that she made him experience. He didn't understand why he needed to touch her or he would drown from the intense feelings that overwhelmed him. These past two nights had been spent lying awake. He couldn't stop his mind from remembering her body, the feel of himself inside of her, pleasuring her and pleasuring himself. He needed her again. He desired her all over again. He simply became aroused by remembering their evening together. The shower, falling asleep with her in his arms, waking up with her gone and feeling incredibly empty. What he did know was that he didn't want to feel like that anymore. He had experienced what feeling whole and complete felt like and he didn't want to let it go now that he had it. It was childish, it was useless, but he knew that he wanted to feel her in his arms again. Cursing himself and his weakness, he stared at his reflection in the mirror in front of him. He looked incredibly tired. He never appeared this disheveled, but he had told her it would be casual. Apparently casual for him meant not shaving for a couple of days, leaving a healthy amount of stubble. He appeared to have permanent hat hair, so he shoved his Boston baseball cap down to cover the mess that he couldn't fix. He hooked his aviators onto the collar of his fitted grey tee shirt and then slid his cellphone and his wallet into the pocket of his jeans. Turning from his bedroom, he made sure he had everything situated and then stepped from the room. He grabbed the keys to his Mercedes on the way out, favoring the car above the rest in his garage. It took him only moments to reach it, and from there, it only took about twenty minutes to get to Fenway Park. He lived just outside of Boston so it did take him a little bit longer to get places when he wasn't in a rush but he didn't complain. Until recently he had appreciated the solitude and actually preferred being alone. He was away from the prying eyes of the public and the paparazzi. As he pulled into the expansive parking garage to the park, he realized that maybe he should have chosen a less noticeable car. Grumbling to himself, he shrugged it off and parked valet style. Taking his keys, he clipped them to his belt loop and started towards the park. He told her he would meet her right outside the entrance to the park, so he headed that way. She had his cellphone number so if she couldn't find him, she could just call him. He wondered if his choice of a date spot would surprise her. He hoped she wasn't disappointed. He didn't want her thinking that as a billionaire, he couldn't relax and have a bit of fun. He was trying new things in his life and this was one of those new things. Taking a deep breath, the young man exhaled and shoved his hands into his pockets, leaning up against the pole beside him. He had slipped his sunglasses on, and it really helped to disguise him from people he didn't want to see or see him. It was perfect really. Now all he needed was his date. And he found that he couldn't wait.

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[SCOUT ELAYNA GREY]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

Scout stumbled into work rather ungracefully that Monday morning, feeling out of place and oddly guilty as her coworkers smiled and greeted her. She managed to smile back at them, but she felt so fake she almost gagged. She was cranky from not getting enough sleep, and her mind was filled with confusion over what had happened with Nixon Grey. He was her target, the man she was literally paid to hunt, and she'd slept with him. It had been the most amazing sex of her life, but it was so wrong. But it was so right. She was a muddled mindfuck of confusion, and she sat down so hard into her chair at her desk it made a banging noise that attracted the attention of her boss. Seeing the man recognize her, she cringed at the thought of having to talk to him, but she couldn't ignore it. So she plastered the most pleasant smile on her face she could manage and waited for it.

"Shepherd!" he called although he was only a few feet from her as he loomed in the doorway to his office.

"Right here, sir," she remarked, slightly snarky before she cleared her throat.

He pointed two fingers at her, his index and middle fingers, and beckoned her into his office. Great. This was exactly what she needed when she was already cranky from lack of sleep and sexual frustration.

As she entered the office, the man sat in his desk chair, the chair creaking pitifully from his massive weight. Admittedly, he wasn't a bad boss, but she wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone right now. She had a job to do, and she was failing miserably at it, and she didn't want to be reminded of her failure.

"How is the Grey case coming?" he asked unceremoniously.

Swallowing, she shrugged and tried to smile but failed, "It's... fine."

"Were you able to make contact?"

"Um.. I'm sorry, what?" she asked, her heart leaping in her chest at his words. Did he know somehow?

"Were you able to make contact with the target? Talk to him? Get any leads in the case?" he repeated, his eyes bulging as he didn't understand her confusion.

"Oh! Right..." she backtracked, covering herself by quickly spewing out words. "I made it into the party, and I was able to... connect with Grey." The delicate use of the words was almost too much for her, and she was afraid she might blush. Thankfully, the inspector didn't notice.

"Well done. I have been thinking though, following your serious involvement in the V case, I may work on getting you some help," her boss admitted, sitting forward in his chair and smiling nicely up at her. "I don't want you to be the only one riding this guy."

She almost choked on the cup of coffee she'd fixed for herself and had to spit the liquid back into the cup to refrain from burning herself. Shaking her head, she replied, "Oh no, sir, I'm fine. It's no stress at all." She couldn't possibly explain how very unstressful it actually was, especially when they'd had sex several times the other night, so she merely smiled innocently as the inspector watched her with blank eyes.

"Very well. I need you to get on him harder though, Scout," he stated, almost making her gag on her coffee and making her decide it was best if she just forget trying to drink it altogether.

"What do you mean exactly, sir?" she asked, her voice weak as she struggled to contain herself. The man had no idea the innuendo in his words, but it was straining on her to try to forget Nixon's hands all over her, inside of her, the shower, the breakfast, all of it when her boss was making comments like 'get on him harder'.

"Use your feminine wiles if you have to. I need you to get on his good side. If he trusts you, you can nail him good."

There he went again with the 'nailing'.

"I think I could... manage that," she commented nonchalantly, hiding her enthusiasm for the command with little grace. "He's actually just asked me to a baseball game with him this week. A nice public place where I can watch him."

The inspector nodded approvingly, "You'll accept then. I'll make sure to have an eye on the ground for back up."

"But not too close, sir!" she replied hastily, finding she didn't want her 'date' with Nixon marred by stupid cops. She realized she wanted a real date with him, and not some showcase where she was followed by shadows. "I mean, he's a criminal. He'll pick up on them immediately. Maybe have them wait in the parking lot or something?" She felt like a girl begging her father for an extra hour added to her curfew.

"Hmmm, I suppose you're right," he agreed, smiling suddenly. "Wouldn't want them getting in the way of you knocking the ball out of the park, do we?"

She chuckled uncomfortably as he guffawed at his bad joke and then turned to leave as he dismissed her, feeling her cheeks burn as she returned to her desk. Now it was literally her job to go on a date with Nixon. She was both excited and dreading this date. She wanted it to be perfect, wanting to see him again, but there would be fellow officers disguised in the crowd. It wasn't as if she could just drape herself all over him like she wanted to. At least she had the excuse of 'the morning after' to explain her awkwardness. Hopefully that would be enough.

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Biting her bottom lip, Scout moved through the crowd, highly reflective aviator glasses settled on her nose and her blond hair pulled back into a smooth ponytail. She wore satiny light-peach shorts (because hell, how often did you get to wear shorts on the job?) and an off-white peasant blouse tucked into a wide belt which sat at her waist. She felt comfortable in her clothing and extremely uncomfortable in her skin. What if he thought she looked ugly? What if she smelled bad? What if he regretted asking her out now that the magic of the sex had worn off?

But it hadn't worn off of her. She still felt it, still wanted to see him, and she hoped with a girlish hope that he felt the same. She knew she shouldn't feel that way, but she couldn't help it. He turned her into a pathetic, desirous, lusty girl, and she hated it. She felt weak at the thought of it, and she steeled herself to this encounter with him.

The crowd seemed to part for her as she neared the ticket booth, and then she saw him. He was bedecked in sunglasses, a ball cap on his tousled hair, his face deliciously stubbly, and with his usual gray tones. Her throat clenched at the sight of him, so beautiful, and she struggled to contain herself. The officers who'd accompanied her were parked out in the parking lot with full view of her and the target as well as the megatrons placed around the outside of the building. If anything happened, they could be inside within moments.

But she wasn't worried about anything happening as she moved toward him through the sunlight. All she could think about was how gorgeous he managed to look even when he didn't try, and she felt frumpy and out of sorts, two things she never felt. She had never cared what any man though of her before, and she found it her personal duty to look down on fashion whores. But Nixon made her want to feel pretty, and she never felt that way.

"Do you always wear gray because you think it looks good on you? Or is it in your contract because of your family name?" she asked as she neared him, smiling teasingly as she approached. She crossed her hands over her chest in an attempt to keep him away although she wanted to throw her arms around him or hold his hand or act like a hopelessly infatuated teenager.

"Should we go in?" she asked, gesturing toward the door and waving the ticket she'd already pre-purchased to save herself the trouble. She turned her back on him, walking toward the ticket booth and trying not to think about sex. It was so shallow, to think about that all the time since they'd gone there, but she couldn't get it out of her mind. Just because she was a woman didn't mean she didn't think about it too. When her ticket was punched, she waited patiently for him, moving slyly away every time he got close to her. She hoped he would simply read it as her being uncomfortable after their intimacy the other night and not as what it really was: not wanting to be caught schmoozing with the enemy in front of her boss and coworkers.

When they had settled into their seats, she relaxed slightly and focused intently on the baseball field, feeling heat rise in her face as she felt him watching her. He would want an explanation, she was almost sure of it, but she wouldn't be forthcoming unless he directly asked her. Other than that, she would do her best to do her job despite how very difficult that would be. They were practically inches apart thanks to the closely packed stands, and they were lost among a crowd of people. She actually began to relax a bit, the stress of being watched lessening as they became merely two faces among hundreds of faces.

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[nixon mason grey]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Nixon leaned comfortably against the pole he was standing by, crossing his muscled arms over his chest. His gray eyes were hidden by his sunglasses and he was thankful for the mirrored aviators. He could people watch without drawing too much attention to himself. His baseball cap offered a proper disguise, and because he was dressed down, no one seemed to pay him any mind. This was actually kind of nice. He wasn't swarmed by paparazzi, and there weren't a hundred different people vying for his attention. It was kind of a reprieve from his every day life and he appreciated it. Utterly relaxed now, all he had to do was wait for Scout. If she stood him up he wouldn't really be affected by it. It would be her loss and he'd be able to enjoy the baseball game by himself. It'd be like a hookie day for him. Of course he'd be disappointed if she didn't show simply because he couldn't stop thinking about her. But he wasn't going to be the one who was controlled by her actions. If she chose not to show up, then she chose not to show up. He refused to believe that he'd be absolutely gutted by that. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled softly, his gray eyes still hidden by his sunglasses. Pulling at the brim of his baseball cap as a couple of young women stared at him for too long, he tried to look normal, and as if he wasn't a billionaire. They stared a bit too long for his liking but they were on their way inside the park in minutes so he didn't need to worry about them for very long. Letting out a sigh of relief, he realized now how much he didn't want to be recognized. He just wanted to be normal for one day, and one day only. He knew that his fame and fortune were self made so it was his own fault that he received so much attention, but right now, he almost regretted it. What would it be like to be a normal, everyday individual who wasn't watched all of the time? He didn't know and he never would. This was as close as he got to normalcy, and he really wanted to enjoy it. His attention was pulled from his thoughts suddenly as he saw a familiar face approaching him. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her for the first time, but he refused the smile that threatened to show. He didn't want to look excited to see her. Trying not to think about how soon he wanted to get her home and back in bed, he stayed relaxed, letting her walk up to him. Her stand offish ways were not what he expected. His brow furrowed, but it was expertly hidden by the sunglasses and his baseball cap. His complete confusion was covered by his aviators as well, and he kept his eyes crossed as she greeted him with a snarky comment. His lips didn't even lift in a smile. "Last time I checked, I didn't need to watch what I wore." His confusion now turned to irritation. This was why he hated the female gender. They were as confusing as fuck and he hated their mind games. His hopeful feelings for a normal, fun filled day were instantly dashed as she started walking away from him, intent on getting inside. What in the world was going on? What was the hurry? What were they running from? And suddenly his wary, criminal mind went into overdrive. Were they being watched? His steps paused as he thought about that for a moment, feeling the hair on the back of his neck rise in his uneasiness. They were being watched. There was no other way around it. He didn't like this. He didn't feel comfortable and stepping into that ball park would mean that he was utterly trapped. Getting out was going to be a lot harder then getting in and for a moment, he hesitated. He let her walk quite a ways away from him before he finally decided to step forward. He had been going to Fenway since he had first arrived in Boston. He could find a way out. And the crowd would only serve to help him. He could hide himself in it, disappear in it, especially with his hat and his glasses. Letting out a sigh, he followed after her, still as uneasy as ever. He let the man take his ticket, putting the stub back into his pocket as he followed Scout to their sears. Once they settled down, he didn't even look at her. His attention was fixed elsewhere, everywhere. His body was tense with the feeling that they were still being watched, and his eyes flicked every which way behind his sunglasses. He wasn't comfortable and that much was obvious to anyone who knew him. And she knew him, especially after they had spent the night together, as well as the morning. Panic settled over him for a moment and his heart started racing. He controlled his outward appearance but it was obvious he wasn't okay. Trying to relax now, he wondered if he directed his irritation at her, if it would keep her mind off his restlessness. "So are you going to tell me what crawled up your ass today, or is this some new method you're trying? Because the last time I checked, I knew every inch of you, inside and out, and you're acting like you can't come near me with a ten foot pole. So if that's the case, why did you even bother showing up?" He snapped viciously, their conversation hidden by the hustle and bustle of the crowd around them. No one heard how rude he had been and that was probably a good thing. He sat tensely now, not even bothering to look at her. He wouldn't give her the time of day if she felt that way.

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[SCOUT ELAYNA GREY]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

To her chagrin, Scout recognized him tense as they took their seats. Although she'd relaxed the moment they'd entered the stadium, Nixon had become jittery and high-strung, even though she was sure no one around them would notice. She'd certainly seen him relaxed, and this was not it. The police officer in her kicked in, and her instincts told her that no matter how uncomfortable she was feeling, she had to calm him down. If he bolted, it wouldn't only blow her chance to find out more about him, but she would also be disappointed. She had to admit the truth to herself even if she couldn't admit it to anyone else.

He didn't bolt yet, but he also hadn't removed his hat and sunglasses, so she knew he wasn't feeling the whole 'blending in' thing. She especially knew this when his heated words bit into her ears like hot coals. She instantly balked defensively, irritation and offense rising in her chest, and she looked around frantically to see if anyone had heard the harsh comments. Thankfully, no one was paying attention to them, so she looked back at him, her blue-eyed gaze turning angry as she glared directly into his aviator sunglasses, seeing her own reflection glaring back at her. He turned away from her after he spoke, tensing up even more and staring out toward the field. The game was beginning and whistles and horns were being blown to get everyone to pay attention, but Scout ignored them all as she fumed beside him.

"Nothing crawled up my ass," she hissed, crossing her arms over her chest and her legs over one another. When that show of irritation wasn't enough, she uncrossed both and stomped her feet so hard on the cement that she felt a sting go up the backs of her legs. "Maybe I'm just feeling a little awkward since you fucked my brains out, and I don't know if you'll still give a shit about me now?!"

The words came out louder than she'd intended, thanks to her rage, and everyone around them heard her. Her face instantly turned red and she rose from her seat, needing to escape him.

"Aren't you some kind of billionaire anyway, Mr. 'I'm Famous and I'm in Love with Myself'? Why don't you have your own box or something?" She shoved past him and into the main walkway, heading somewhere where she could escape him and the people she'd probably just offended with her horrid language.

Walking up the stairs, she found solace against the cement wall lining the seating area. She was behind everyone and in a bit of a nook, but still situated so she could easily see the game. She couldn't very well leave since she was technically on the clock, and she didn't really want to escape him, not deep down. Deep down, she just wanted to run back to him and throw herself into his arms and kiss him until she was out of breath. She wanted to apologize for acting like a jerk since arriving here, and she just wanted this to be a normal date like any other. But what was normal really? She was a detective, and he was a criminal. She was supposed to only be here to catch him in a lie, to get some sort of evidence, not to go out for a romantic afternoon.

Scout was relieved that she hadn't been wired for this when she realized she was crying. She was crying because she'd managed to raise Nixon's suspicions even as she'd tried to cover her own emotions from those who were watching. She was crying because she was infatuated with a deadly man, and she was crying because he'd hurt her feelings. It was a mixture of everything, and she was just glad no one was looking at her or could easily see her. She didn't make a sound as she cried, but instead a slight sniffling sound left her throat as the tears ran hot down her face.

Reaching up to wipe them away, she set her jaw and stared down at the baseball diamond until she had control of herself again. She'd be damned if she was going to return to those seats, but she couldn't leave either. She'd backed herself into a corner of embarrassment, and one way or the other, she was going to have to face the music eventually. Until she had the strength to do that, however, she was willing to stand alone against a cement wall and compose herself.

WORDS 900+ WEARING THIS NOTES I APOLOGIZE FOR SUCKAGE

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[nixon mason grey]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] He needed to get out of here. Something was not right and it was making him a nightmare to converse with. Even the gentleman sitting next to Nixon was having trouble sitting down because of Nixon's jittery nature. He couldn't sit still. He was moving every which way in his seat and it honestly looked like he was having a problem. As he was about to remove himself from the situation, he looked over as Scout spoke up, informing him that there was nothing up her ass. Well it certainly seemed like it. Scoffing at her words, his attention was yet again redirected to her as she had her mini hissy fit. Watching her incredulously from behind his sunglasses, he continued watching her as she stormed away like a child, yelling about how he was famous and that she should have his own private box. Standing up, he stayed where he was, shouting after her. "I do have my own fucking box, you prude! Maybe I just wanted to be fucking normal for a day, did you ever fucking think about that you selfish piece of..." He trailed off as he realized that he was helping to cause a scene. Huffing angrily, he looked around at him at the people staring. Well this was just great. Sighing, he offered them all a comforting smile. "It's that time of the month. No offense ladies, but sometimes you're monsters to deal with. She's a little extra sensitive." He offered as a means of explanation, watching as the men chuckled and the women were then offended by their significant others. Perfect. Nixon cleared his throat and figured he'd better go after Scout now. It wasn't that he wanted to, but if he didn't, the people around him would begin to question him and he really didn't want to deal with that. Muttering under his breath, his British accent sounded sharp and irritated as he weaved through the aisle, apologizing to the people whose view he was blocking. Grumbling once more, the young billionaire started up the stairs, following the path that he had seen Scout take. Where she had gone after that he had no idea, but he supposed he was responsible for finding her. Taking a deep breath to calm his anger, he exhaled slowly and looked around. He'd never be able to find her with his sunglasses and his hat blocking his vision. Ripping his hat off his head, he rolled it, shoving the brim into his back pocket that wasn't occupied by his wallet. His aviators were then brought down from his visage and he folded them as he clipped them to his shirt. It was then that people started noticing him, and it was then that he wished he could crawl up in a hole in hide. For just one fucking day he wanted to be normal. He didn't want people fawning over him, he didn't want cameras shoved in his face as they were now. He hated that young women were suddenly at his feet, and he did his best to gently move through the crowd that he had managed to create. "It's him! It's Nixon Grey!" Groaning audibly, he wished he could put his hat back on, but there was no stopping it now. As his frenzied eyes took in the growing crowd in front of him, he caught Scout's eyes. He hoped she was happy. He looked at her now, completely defeated. If this was the game that she wanted to play, he wasn't going to be a part of it. Her comment had hit him hard and for a moment he believed that she was in this for the money, just like every other girl. He stood like a statue in the middle of the sea of people that were vying for his attention now, asking for his autograph, asking for his phone number, asking him how he had been so successful. As another flash from a camera blinded him, he looked at Scout once more. He said nothing, but his gaze held all of his emotions. He was gutted, really, and it was obvious. He had let his walls down to ask her on this date in the first place and she had the audacity to question as to whether or not she still meant something to him. He never asked a girl on a date. It wasn't his style, it wasn't his way. But he had done it here. And then she had thrown his money in his face. Hurt more than he had ever thought possible, Nixon realized that he wanted to remove himself from this situation more than he had ever wanted to leave a situation before. Pushing his way through the crowd now, he appeared in front of Scout so suddenly it was a bit shocking. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his wallet, then pulled out the pass that would get her into the private box. His grey eyes, passive, timid, hurt, looked into her blue eyes. Shoving the passes into her hand, he put his wallet back in his pocket. "There's your private box, love. Enjoy yourself." He stepped away from her at that moment, and then looked over his shoulder. "Think about it. Why would I have asked you here if you didn't mean something to me?" He asked her quietly, showing her a side of him that she had yet to experience. This was a Nixon Grey with feelings. He was human, and he hated being taken advantage of even though it was his crime to take advantage of people. However this was different. This involved feelings. Shaking his head, he stepped away, trying to ignore that painful stabs welling up in his heart. She had played him. She had played him and he had gone along with her game like a pawn. Well good for her. He hoped she got some sort of satisfaction out of it. Maybe a good story. She had fooled the infamous Nixon Grey. Good for her. He started walking now, picking up his pace so he wasn't surrounded again. He had to get out of here.

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[SCOUT ELAYNA GREY]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

Scout stood alone against the wall, blending into the cement as if she was part of it. No one noticed her, and no one cared to, and she didn't mine. Wiping at her eyes, she swallowed heavily and managed to get the tears under control. Now she just needed to wait until her eyes were no longer red, and she could make her way back to the seats. Or she could just stay here until the game was over and she could leave.

It was childish, and she knew she couldn't because even if her pride didn't allow her to return, her job forced her to just that. Still, Nixon's words yelled at her as she stalked away still burned in her ears and made her face turn red with embarrassment and irritation. He hated her. Good. She'd managed to ostracize him so she could more easily control herself. She couldn't stop thinking about being with him only a few days before and her boss's innocent innuendos. Looking down at the sidewalk beneath her sandaled feet, she bounced her knees slightly and placed her palms against the wall behind her butt.

A building ruckus caught her attention, and she raised her eyes to notice the crowds (mostly women) begin pouring into the walkways between the aisles. It was then she saw him, Nixon, a beacon in the midst of them all with his sunglasses hooked on his shirt and his hat tucked into the pocket of his pants. His gray eyes racked the crowd, frantic at first, and then he looked up, looking directly at her. Her heart stopped in her chest as she saw those gray eyes, and she pulled in a slow, deep breath. Even in the midst of the teeming mass of bodies vying for his attention, he looked only at her, his gray eyes boring into her. As she had before beneath that gaze, she felt exposed and foolish, knowing she never should have felt awkward around him. It wasn't only because it was her job and she should have taken it seriously and not imagined her coworkers would pick up on any connection between the two, but she should have known he still saw her the same way he had a few days prior. The way he looked at her now, although angry and irritated, it was still the same look he'd given her when they'd first met. Those were still the same all-seeing gray eyes that made her knees go weak.

Nixon Grey would not have asked her out unless he wanted to see her.

A raw emotion passed over his eyes, and she sucked in a breath, her fingers stiffening against the wall. It was something akin to pain in his eyes, but she didn't understand it. He was Nixon Grey, the notorious billionaire playboy, why should he give a damn about her? He thought only about himself and his dick, yet he was standing there in a mass of people worshiping him to stare at her like she'd hurt his feelings more than they'd ever been hurt before. The true distance between them really dawned on her as she watched him: the cop and the criminal. They were so different, yet so similar. Damn, the man was too confusing for her.

Then, suddenly, he was gone. The crowd had swallowed him, and she slumped slightly, partly from disappointment that he was gone and partly because she was relieved. She didn't know how much more of him staring at her like that she could handle. Her heart felt broken in the weirdest way, and she assumed he was simply going to leave to let her find her own way back home.

Closing her eyes, she breathed a sigh of disappointment and then opened them, sucking in a surprised breath as Nixon appeared before her as quickly as he'd disappeared before. Her relief at his appearance was so obvious she instantly felt stupid, but he didn't seem to notice or care. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and tossed the private box pass into her face, her instinctively reaching up to grab it before it fell to the ground. He had fixed her with that pained look again, but his pride burned in his eyes as he glared down at her hurtfully.

The way he spat the words at her, and especially the way he inadvertently called her 'love', made her freeze against the wall. What? He thought all she cared about was the damn private box? Ugh, she had royally screwed this one up. But he paused as he turned away from her, glancing back at her over his shoulder to ask her why he would honestly waste his time asking her out if he didn't want to. He was right, and she knew it. But her own inhibitions and misgivings had caused her to second-guess him when she was really second-guessing herself. His feelings were laid bare for her in that moment unlike they ever had before, except perhaps in his shower when he'd been surprised by her desire to just experience him. Her cheeks flushed slightly at the memory, and she knew, job or no job, she couldn't allow him to walk away from her. It wasn't because he was her target and she was required to catch him; this was Scout Shepherd, and she had to make him stay. She had to make him look at her like that again.

As he managed to escape the crowd for the moment, she darted after him, grabbing his hand as he had done to her so many times already. Hearing the crowds advancing on them once more, screaming his name like he was a Backstreet Boy, she tugged him after her, pulling him into the corridor leading to the private boxes. She knew he didn't give a damn whether she lived or died at this point, but she had to get him alone. Had to somehow explain this whole screwed up situation to him.

The door slammed shut behind them, sufficiently shutting them off from the crazed crowd, and Scout took a deep breath, allowing him reign of his hand once more. Turning to face him, she braced herself against that pained, angry look, and planted her hands on her hips.

"I don't give a damn about your money," she stated flatly, looking directly into his eyes so he would see her sincerity. She honestly didn't care how rich he was - not on a personal level anyway - but she wasn't surprised he would instantly assume that. Surely people had used him for that in the past. The cop part of her knew she should push more into that, find out more about how he made that money and perhaps get a confession from him, but the female part of her just wanted him to know she wanted him for him and not his stupid illegally-earned money.

"I just..." she trailed off, looking down at her feet and blushing once more. "...After the other night, I was embarrassed because I didn't know if I would continue to live up to your image of me you've probably got in your head, and I found out at work that some of my coworkers were coming to this game, and I was embarrassed for them to see me here because I know they'll tease me if they see me with a guy, and..."

She trailed off awkwardly and her hands dropped to her sides, slapping her thighs in defeat. "And I don't know..." She shrugged and shook her head with a breathy snort. She really didn't know anymore. She was becoming lost in the enigma that was her attraction and connection to this very dangerous man.

"Can we just go to your stupid, silly box and be alone?"

WORDS 1500+ WEARING THIS NOTES YEAH SO MY REPLY DIDN'T LIVE UP TO MY EXPECTATIONS; I'M SORRY IT SUCKS ASS. YOU DESERVE MORE. XD

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[nixon mason grey]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

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[atrb=width,240] He was such a fool. What was wrong with him? How could he have not seen this coming from a mile away? When women had tried to take advantage of him in the past he could sense it. He had always been able to figure this kind of situation out. And he had, oh he had known that something was off with this young woman. But he had refused to listen to his gut, to his mind. This was his own fault. He had been sloppy, he had been careless. He had listened to his heart and therein lay the problem. Nixon didn't have a heart. Not one that was worth listening to, that was for certain. The mistake had been made because of worthless, useless emotions and he had played right into her waiting fingers. She had set a trap and she had fed him the bait and he had been drawn to it like a moth to a flame. And why? What was so different about this girl? She had offered him a challenge. She was intelligent. She was beautiful. And when they were together, especially when they were in that shower, he had felt like she had truly seen him. It was almost as if his money didn't matter. It was almost as if his reputation, his history, his everything didn't make a difference to her. She was seeing him for a person and that was something that he had desired for so long that he had forgotten what it had felt like. Until she showed him that she just wanted to explore him. She hadn't wanted him in that moment for sex, for pleasuring herself. She had wanted him for him, for a human. And that right there had made him think that she was different. But she was just an incredibly good actress. He was such an idiot. Never before had he allowed himself to grow attached to an individual. It only got a person hurt. He should know. Out of anyone and everyone, he should have expected this. His own family...his own mother and father hadn't wanted him for love, for emotions. They wanted him simply because he was a male and he could carry on the family name. He needed to slide easily back into that belief. He wasn't here for love. He was here for business. Any relationship that he had with a woman from now on would strictly be for business. It was the only way that he'd ever be able to survive. He hadn't thought that he had a heart to break but he was dead, dead wrong. His heart was there. It was tiny, and it was as black as ebony, but it was there. And for a moment something had gotten to it. Something had made it warm and he truly believed that it was Scout. But she had wrapped her fingers around it like a vice and she had squeezed whatever potential it had right out of it. His heart was dry. It was barren. It was useless. He should have known. Shaking his head now as he continued to walk away from the woman who he believed was his one hope, his one chance at being human, he couldn't stop thinking over how incredibly foolish he had been. What did he expect? The life that he lived gave him nothing but bad karma. He was rich. He had to be happy with his billions because that was the only thing that he had. As for company, he had to be happy with the women who threw themselves at him, as long as they were classy. Sighing in defeat, he kept going, weaving in and out of the women who were trying to get to him now. As a hand grabbed his, he tried yanking his fingers free. "Look, I'm sorry, but I'm just not interested in..." He trailed off suddenly as he realized who had just grabbed his hand. It was her. He wanted nothing to do with her, had he not just made that clear? But she wanted none of that. He resisted as best as he could but she was pulling him away from the crowd that he so desperately wanted to escape. He couldn't fight her for that long. As they reached the corridor that held the entries to the private boxes, Nixon stood there, not going a step further. This was not what he had in mind. He had been intent on going home. Now he was stuck in this private corridor with the very woman that he never wanted to see again. He tried to control the anger in his visage but it just wouldn't relent. He was furious. But above all else, he was hurt. This was what it felt like to be crushed. Why was he so upset about it anyway? It wasn't like he knew her, not really. They had shared one night together. It was the best night that he had ever had, but that was beside the point. His gray eyes narrowed against her blue eyes as she announced flatly that she didn't want his money. Her tone sounded accusing and he balked immediately. This was not his fault. She had been the one who had come into this not wanting to touch him with a ten foot pole. "Then what do you give a damn about Scout? I don't understand you." His British accent filled the quiet hallway, sounding distant and foreign. There was confusion in his tone, that much was obvious. He stood there, wishing against all hope that he could put his sunglasses on. His eyes were betraying him, that much he knew. He couldn't stop the emotions from welling up inside of them. He looked absolutely gutted. He looked absolutely...human. He couldn't believe that she had played him in this fashion. He had been nothing but sincere after the night that they had shared together. He had cooked her breakfast. He had laughed with her, he had asked her to come to this baseball game with her. What a fool he had been. This was his own fault. He deserved it. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms across his broad chest, watching her, giving her the benefit of the doubt. Of course he would let her explain herself. He was a monster, he knew that, but he was fair. Most of the time. He watched her carefully now, his eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed as she tried to make him understand. She was failing miserably. She was worried about what her co-workers would think. She didn't want to be embarrassed by him. "That's...well that's just rich, isn't it Scout? Do you want the honest truth from me?" Honesty was not something that Nixon Grey did. It wasn't who he was, it wasn't what he was about. But for some reason he wanted this woman to understand him. "The honest truth is I didn't know what to think about you after our night together. What I did know though...what I thought I knew was that I wanted to spend more time with you so that maybe, just maybe...I could formulate an opinion about you. That was a mistake." He announced quietly, his voice low and quiet. "I was wrong about you. You're embarrassed by me? Why? Is it because of who I am? Well I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you feel that way, but you should have never agreed to come here if that's how you felt." He stated simply. An apology. She had gotten an apology from Nixon Grey. That was another moment to write down in history. Shaking his head in disbelief, he stepped back from her, trying to disguise his hurt. He couldn't believe that this was happening. He had honestly just wanted to come here to be normal, to enjoy the day with her. He thought it would be fun, he thought it would be different. But she had just played him. "I'm sorry for embarrassing you. Take the box. Enjoy yourself." He finished easily, shaking his head. He wasn't going to be a part of her game. Turning away from her, he walked up the corridor, needing an escape of some sort. What a fool. He reached for his hat and pulled it from his pocket, shoving it on his head and pulling the brim down over his face. Cramming his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, he shuffled along, feeling insecure and not good enough for the first time in a long time. He hadn't felt like this since his parents. Trying not to dwell too much on that, he stepped into the back part of the stadium, doing his best to forget everything that had just happened.

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[SCOUT ELAYNA GREY]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

She tried to explain herself to him when he asked her what she gave a damn about, but she failed miserably. Instead of agreeing to go to the box where they could talk more privately, he stood stubbornly in the hallway with his gray eyes full of hurt and anger, glaring down at her. She hadn't convinced him even though it was mostly true. Granted, her coworkers happened to be cops, and she could lose her job if anyone found out she'd slept with this man and actually was forming feelings for him, but she'd told the main part of the truth. When he asked her if she wanted honesty from him, she opened her mouth to answer but thought better of it. Did she really want the truth from this man? From this criminal? He was harder than her, more capable of hurting her than she was of him - or so she'd believed - and his words had already wounded her today, leaving her heart bleeding. He was harsh and capable of cutting her with his tongue in the most vicious of ways. However, the truth from him could have granules of his real self mixed in and would give her an open door into the mind of the criminal inside. Her dedication to her job and her sincere desire to simply know him as a man were so entangled she couldn't find her way out, so she wasn't able to answer. He trudged on relentlessly without her permission, so no answer was required.

His hurt was so obvious in his tone and his gray eyes that it broke her heart all over again. As he accused her of being embarrassed by him, tears welled up in her eyes, making her eyes shine in the sunlight that shone through windows that stared out over the back of the stadium. She had to look away from him as he apologized for her 'feeling' the way he believed she did because it wasn't true. She wasn't ashamed of being seen with him because of the man he was, although she probably should be. She wasn't ashamed to be seen with him at all, in fact, she just didn't want to get fired or better yet, arrested.

Again, he threw the box in her face as if, even after she'd proved to him she didn't give a damn about his money it was his only fallback. he was so used to people wanting him for that, he assumed it would solve everything. But it wouldn't solve anything in this case. He walked away from her, and as his back was turned, his shadow falling over her and throwing her in partial darkness, she allowed a tear to escape from each of her eyes. She'd cried more in this one day than she had when that bastard V had shot her and she'd been bleeding to death. She couldn't remember the last time she'd cried like this because she didn't get upset about men. She'd dated plenty of guys, and she'd foolishly believed she was in love with some of them, but she'd never felt so brokenhearted. It was stupid really that she would be this upset about hurting the feelings of a man who was essentially a hardened criminal, but she was upset. She was sincerely distraught that she'd managed to offend and pain him in such a short span of time. She was an idiot.

He pulled his baseball cap out of his pocket and shoved it onto his head as he walked toward those windows viewing the backside of the stadium. No one could see in, but they could see out, and she knew they had the most privacy they would have for the time-being. It made her feel safe to be honest with him, to just be Scout and not Detective Shepherd (even though he didn't know that side of her even existed). So she reacted off of instinct and emotion instead of with her head, and that always led her straight to him, even in these few short days since they'd met at his birthday party.

Turning, she swiftly raced after him, grabbing his arm gently but fervently, trying to turn him but circling him in case he refused her. Without a word, her hands went to his face, gently holding each side of his handsome face, and she reached up on her tiptoes to kiss him ardently. Her heart beat quickly from excitement and the fear that he may just hit her or something worse, but she didn't care. She didn't know what to say, but she had to let him know how she really felt somehow, and she could think of no other way to do so.

Her body pressed into his and her brow furrowed as she pressed her lips against him, her tears running down her cheeks and dampening his scruffy cheeks. She pulled away as suddenly as she'd come and backed away from him, wanting to look away nervously but unable to do so. Somehow, being in his presence made her bold and strong, and she didn't look away, but looked directly into his gray eyes that were marvelously illuminated by the light streaming in through the window at her back.

"I'm not embarrassed by you, not even a little bit," she confessed quietly, swiftly wiping the tears from her face. She didn't want him to see her crying although he probably already had. She didn't want him to think she was weak. "I came here because I wanted to see you again, I needed to see you again, and I acted like a silly teenager instead. How could I ever be ashamed of you for who you are?" she asked, her brows drawing together in consternation. She knew more about who he was than he was aware of, and she wasn't ashamed of him. If nothing else, she was beginning to wish she could somehow talk him out of all of it and somehow save him from the inevitable fate that was to come. She wanted to save him, and she wanted him. She took a small step toward him but stopped when she realized she may just make him balk. He probably already hated her for kissing him, and she didn't want to exacerbate that any more.

"Honestly, I hate being teased because the people I work with wouldn't understand..." she trailed off, trying to find the words to really tell how she was feeling. She found her eyes searching for his, and the moment they locked with his gray gaze she found the words she needed. "They wouldn't understand that I'm hopelessly overcome with my reckless infatuation with you. There, I said it."

She huffed in exasperation. She hated recklessness especially when she was the one involved. It irritated her not to be in control, but with Nixon, she was so out of control she couldn't comprehend what was going on in her own head most of the time. "My mother died when I was really little," she admitted, not knowing fully why she was about to divulge her life story to this man she, honestly, barely knew other than in the physical way. But she had to explain herself or she had no hope of keeping him, and she didn't just want to keep him for her job's sake. She knew that now.

Looking down at the floor, she took a deep breath and dove on with the rest of her story, "My father was an army man, and he was discharged to take care of us after she passed away. He didn't show any emotion, even for his own kids, but I remember the one time he did." She looked up at him now, daring him to make fun of her story; a tale that had formed the person she was today, the person he needed so badly to understand. "He told me, when it was just me and him, that he never remarried because he had loved my mother more than any man could ever love any woman, and nothing could ever compare to that.

"And when I look at you... I start to believe he was wrong... because the way I feel when I look at you..." she trailed off as she got choked up and had to shake her head. Fresh tears raised to her eyes and she tried to fight them back, but she was so full of emotion she couldn't. She was standing in a hallway crying in front of a man who was a criminal and had enough money to just have her done in, but she was honestly wanting to pour her heart out to him. Tears spilled on to her cheeks, but she pushed on relentlessly. "Nixon, I shouldn't be, I don't even know you that well, but I'm falling for you."

Shaking her head, she turned away from him as she blushed, looking out of the window behind her. She wiped furiously at the tears, breathing in a shakey breath as she tried to fight the growing anxiety in the pit of her stomach. It was like some kind of Romeo and Juliet story the way she'd begun to fall for him even when he was still being an asshole at the nightclub where she'd first seen him in person. She'd fallen harder as he pleased her and then sought to be a gentleman. And she'd fallen too far to return when she'd seen the way he'd looked at her in the shower, the raw way he'd seen her then. He broke her heart and made her feel like she'd never felt before all at once, and while she hated recklessness, she couldn't help but be reckless with him. There had to be some way she could pull this off. She could break the rules a bit, be with him and draw out the investigation while offering no real leads. She didn't know, but she knew she couldn't bare the thought of losing him, even if he was never hers to begin with. She must do her job, but she must be with him too. It was a bitter Catch 22 that would lead to tearing her apart.

"So, I guess I'll just go now," she spoke quietly, not looking at him as she turned and headed back for the door that would lead her out into the world where everyone else existed. "I apologize for wasting your time."

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[nixon mason grey]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

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[atrb=width,240] She was in front of him again and he nearly growled in his frustration. Why wasn't she letting this go? It didn't make sense to him. Why wouldn't she just leave him alone? Was she that desperate for money? He'd give her what she wanted if it was reasonable. He was used to shoveling out money. It was something that anyone in his position needed to be prepared to do even if it wasn't something that he wanted to do. Giving to charities, donating a million here and a million there...those were things that were required of someone who made the salary that he did. So giving her a million dollars to help her out with whatever she needed wasn't going to be a difficult task for him. Normally he was careful with his budget but at this point he didn't care. A part of him cared for her. A large part of him cared for her but he was slowly working the walls back up around his cold heart. He shouldn't have let her in in the first place. He should have called for the background check before he got involved again. Maybe the he could find out that she was some sort of actress of performer. It was the only thing that made sense right now. He had never been fooled like this before. As he opened his mouth to speak to her, to lash out at her stubbornness again, he was suddenly silenced as she reached up to gently cup his face in her hands. Furrowing his brow in absolute confusion, he shook his head. "Don't do this." He couldn't take it. He didn't want to take it. If she was eager to keep on playing him he wished she would just quit now. He was finished with her games, finished being in her play. He couldn't do this. He didn't want to be hurt anymore. His heart wasn't used to feeling and she had made him feel so strongly in the past few days that he was overwhelmed and he felt as if he had been forced back into a corner. He couldn't escape what she was making him go through. Sucking in a breath as she leaned closer, he was suddenly aware of her lips on his, soft and sweet. She was passionate, she was needy. This kiss had a point and he tried desperately to understand what it was as she pulled away. His grey eyes held nothing but confusion as she stood in front of him. Was she getting some sick form of pleasure out of this? Furrowing his brow, he spoke once more. "Please don't." He was so afraid, he was so hesitant. His self defense was pushed into high gear as he stood in front of her. For so long he had kept himself alone. The women that he had spent his nights with had done nothing to fill the emptiness that had secured his heart. But with Scout it had been different. She had given him warmth and hope and while it terrified him, he didn't want to run away from it. He didn't want to ignore the way that she made him feel because it actually felt right. This was why he couldn't take it if she was simply playing a game with him. "I am not interested in playing games, Scout." He stated with malice to his voice, letting her know that he was serious. He wasn't going to do this if she had getting the best of him in mind. Stepping back from her, he watched her struggle in front of him, confused. If she wasn't embarrassed by him then why had she run off? Why did she say that she was embarrassed in the first place? He was the one making her feel that way. She didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable before him so it was obvious that this was all wrong for her. When she questioned him, Nixon shrugged his shoulders. What was he supposed to say? Well, he knew. "I have a better question. Why wouldn't you be ashamed of me for who I am?" That simple question alone gave her so many different leads. Who was he exactly? He wasn't about to share the private information with her but it was quite obvious that he was more comfortable with her then he had ever been before, even after he thought she was just in this for his money. Nixon didn't know what to think or what to feel and he tried listening to her as she tried explaining herself. But her story, while touching and very sad, didn't make any sense to him. What did it have to do with the situation that they were dealing with right now? What did it have to do with her not wanting to be around him? And then her words hit him like a smack to his cheek. He shook his head vehemently, stepping back from her, a whole new wall dropping from his heart as he stared at her. This was fear. This was true, honest fear and she could see it. She had front row seats. "No...you can't be." He wouldn't allow her to. It wasn't safe for her. It wasn't a lifestyle that she needed to be a part of. Trying to control the rising panic in his chest, he nearly hyperventilated on the spot. And it was clear in this moment how broken he truly was. Nixon knew no love, he knew no one that cared for him. He didn't know how to explain what he felt for Scout, but he was terrified. "Y-You can't...I can't...I care...you...Scout I'm falling for you, but this can't...I can't...y-you don't..." He was a mess. He was a total, complete mess. He couldn't think, he couldn't speak, he couldn't do anything. Not in this public setting. He looked at her now, trying to figure this out. Nixon had a past that he tried desperately to keep hidden, to keep buried. But now it was threatening to flood, to overpower everything that he was now and he couldn't allow that to happen. Sucking in a breath to try to calm himself, he shook his head once more and then took her hand. "Please come with me. We need to talk, but not here. I'll t-take you home. I'll give you a ride to your place, but just come home with me first. Please.." He begged of her, needing to figure this out. When she acquiesced to his request he nearly sagged with his relief. Pulling her with him, he made sure that his hat was still fixed firmly in place and then took her carefully through the crowds. But no matter how careful he was, people still noticed him. He was pressed up against and his fears instantly went to Scout. He looked at her apologetically. She would have to deal with this if she wanted to be with him. "I'm sorry, come here..." He would keep her safe against the people that felt the need to touch some part of him. Wrapping an arm protectively around Scout's waist, he held her close to him, moving her with him carefully through the crowds, trying to muscle his way through without hurting Scout in any way, as well as trying to keep the crowd from getting hurt as well. And then when they reached the outskirts of the ball park, Nixon was suddenly surrounded again. But this time it wasn't by a simple crowd. It was by police officers. Panic gripped him then but he refused to let it show. He was back to his cold, calculating self, and he gently shoved Scout away from him. "Get out of here, Scout." He reached into his pocket at that moment, pulling the keys from there and tossing them to her. She'd find the Mercedes. She knew would it looked like. Trusting her with his car, he was suddenly rammed into a police officer, stumbling back from their sheer brutality. He didn't know what was going on. Confusion filled him as his grey eyes narrowed and as he tried to speak, he was suddenly slammed into a cop car, his face pressed hard into the hood of the car. His Miranda Rights were being read to him, and he had his hands in cuffs before he could even blink. "What the hell are you even arresting me for? I've done nothing, you've got nothing!" As mutterings of assaulting a police officer traveled around him he blanched. He had been shoved into a cop. He hadn't attacked anyone. The sheer force of him being slammed into the police car had sent an angry red welt up his cheek, bruising his face and around his eye. This was ridiculous. He was being charged for something that he didn't do! His eyes searched the area quickly, and he found Scout before he was shoved roughly into the cop car. What he didn't realize was that the cops were worried he had done something to Scout because they had been out of sight for so long. Remaining silent, he stayed that way until they got to the police station, and he saw the paparazzi lined up in rows. Bowing his head, he allowed himself to be shoved into the building and he was thrown into a room without having his hand cuffs removed. He already felt like a prisoner. He sat down in the chair, steaming. This was ridiculous. He was going to sue. And then his worry turned to Scout. What would she think? Did they take her too? He needed to make sure that they understood she had nothing to do with this. Where were they to question him?

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[SCOUT ELAYNA GREY]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

When she kissed him, she didn't feel his lips press back into hers, and her heart broke. She had pushed him too far with her awkwardness, there was no turning back now. The desperate plea in his voice for her to stop was heartwrenching, but he didn't stop her. Instead, it was as if he wanted the pain that she heard in his voice, and she didn't understand it. He could have simply pushed her away, but he hadn't. He hadn't kissed her back, but he hadn't refused either. He was apparently as caught in a state of confusion as she was. So, as she stepped away and heard him plea with her again, she knew she had to tell him the truth.

He snapped that he didn't want to play games, and she steeled herself against any further verbal onslaught, throwing herself into her story. She went into detail about her father and the life she'd known growing up: a man with no emotions even toward his own children. He hadn't been a cruel man, just a distant one, and she had hungered for his approval. Perhaps that was why she was so attracted to Nixon, another man who's approval she could win, yet he was a challenge. It made sense on a psychological stand.

Confessing she was falling for him was the hardest thing she'd ever admitted in her life. She was so frightened that he would shut her down and tell her to leave him alone, and she couldn't handle that. She had never been known as a hard woman, or a bitch, but her heart wasn't warmed up to the emotions she felt with Nixon. She felt so warm and happy and sparkly on the inside with him, and she had never felt that before.

She couldn't bear to see his disapproval as she told him she was falling for him, so she turned away, missing the look of utter terror on his face when she confessed. She shook gently, so afraid he would reject her that her heart felt like it was fluttering dangerously in her chest. Then he spoke, denying that she was feeling what she felt for him, and she turned to glare at him. However, the glare was cut short as she saw the complete fear in his handsome face and eyes.

He began stammering, and she turned back to face him, wiping at her tears as he stuttered over his words: so very unlike him. As he struggled to respond, the only thing she heard was 'Scout I'm falling for you'. Her heart leapt in her chest with excitement that he not only hadn't rejected her, but he actually felt the same way. Nothing else mattered in that moment, not her job or the stupid fight they'd just been having. He looked at her, unable to continue speaking, and she naturally stepped toward him, her hand going to his chest as he looked at her and shook his head. She didn't understand what was going on in his head - or perhaps she knew only too well, the confusion which lay in his eyes - but she wanted them to figure it out together.

Gently, he took her hand, and she felt the heat beneath her skin just at his touch. He asked her to leave with him, and he didn't have to ask twice. She squeezed his hand slightly and smiled a shy smile up at him. "I'll come where ever you want to go," she replied softly, touching the side of his face with her free hand and smiling again. She felt like a sap, but did it matter? She was falling in love with a criminal. The world was turned upside-down.

When she agreed, he turned and led her from the hallway into the bright sunlight and, unfortunately, the crowd of fans. She'd forgotten about them in the midst of the drama going on in the hallway. Anxiety gripped her heart and she clustered as close to Nixon as she could without tripping them both, but it was no use. People clambered around them, pushing her ever which way until she almost lost her grip on his hand. Then, suddenly, he was there, his gray eyes looking down at her as he apologized and told her to come to him. Her heart swelled with relief, and she willingly went to him, feeling safer with this dangerous man than she ever had.

His arm went around her waist naturally and she hugged herself against him, that tiny voice of conscience whining in her head that she needed to be more careful, but she ignored it. She was happy and she had a hard time seeing reason past her haze of joy. They shoved through the crowd of people, and she tried to help him in any way she could, but there were just so many. She wasn't used to so many people and paparazzi, and the closeness made her feel as if she may hyperventilate. So caught up in the crowd was she that she didn't notice as they passed the last onlookers and came face-to-face with the cops. She felt Nixon's arm move from around her, and then he was tossing his keys at her. Looking up in confusion as she caught them, she realized a squad had been called out and then Nixon was trying to gently push her away. He was trying to protect her from this threat that was really no threat to her at all. It was all such a surprise, she stumbled slightly as he pushed her and hit her back against a group of girls crying out for Nixon's autograph.

The nearest officer noticed her stumble, and he misunderstood it as Nixon shoving her to get away. With a vigor, he stepped into the young billionaire's path as the man turned away from her, so they collided powerfully. She knew what he was doing. Technically, it was an accident, a situation orchestrated to look worse than it actually was, but it was a reason they could take him in to jail: assaulting a police officer. And surely, not knowing any better, they could charge him with a count of assaulting her although that hadn't been the case at all.

The panic she felt as Nixon was grabbed and slammed into the nearest police vehicle was absolutely real, but there was nothing she could do. If she yelled at them to stop, she would blow her cover the first chance one of them recognized her and began reporting to her. She would burn herself, and she would lose Nixon's trust, and inevitably his affection, and she couldn't stand the thought of such a thing. She heard him protesting being handcuffed, but there was nothing he could do. They wanted him too badly, and any little thing they could get they would grasp at just to get him behind bars. Scout knew all too well how it worked.

As they lifted him, she saw the angry bruise beginning to take shape on his scruffy cheek, and she sucked in a breath. She'd never seen an arrest happen from this side of the situation before. Although she was technically on the side of the law, she was compromised and she knew Nixon had done nothing wrong, at least in this circumstance. Plus, her feelings for him prevented her from not wanting to cry at the sight of him being roughed up. His gray gaze lifted, and his eyes settled on her, and for a moment she was afraid he would know. He would know she was a cop. He would know she'd lied to him. But his eyes betrayed nothing. Instead, he appeared relieved that she was untouched, and then his head disappeared as he was shoved roughly into the back of the cop car.

The cars began to depart, and she allowed the crowd to consume her so she wouldn't be spotted by one of her coworkers. Glancing down at her hand where the Mercedes keys rested, she began to formulate a plan.

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She parked the Mercedes haphazardly to the side of the precinct, making sure to park in the guest lot so her plan would go off seamlessly if she managed to pull it off at all. Avoiding the crowds of reporters clambering on the front step, she used her key to enter through the employee entrance, and stormed straight into her boss's office.

"Those IDIOTS almost ruined everything!" she yelled furiously, pointing an accusing finger toward the general vicinity of the arresting cops. "They almost blew my cover!"

"I know, I know, Scout," the chief attempted to calm her with his hands raised in a passive gesture. "But you were gone for a long time. We thought the bastard may have shot you or something. Desperate measures had to be taken."

Huffing angrily, Scout planted her hands on her hips and glared at the big man. "I had him. He was beginning to trust me, and now what? He's in jail. You have to let me talk my way out of this one, and you have to promise not to screw it up."

The chief gazed long at her but finally nodded. "What's your idea?"

"Drop the charges. He didn't assault me, he was trying to push me away from the crowd, and he's not going to trust me if I don't make it seem like I was the one who got them dropped," she admitted, not including any more details than necessary.

"That's asking a lot, Shepherd. We finally have that bastard behind bars. If we can't get him for fraud, then we can atleast pin him with something else."

"So, what? You're going to pin him with two counts of assaulting police officers, both of which he'll just get thrown out in court by the millions of photos all of those fangirls were taking out there. That's pointless. You have got to let me continue this investigation, let me get something solid. You're not going to get what you want if you do it this way."

It was true, even if she had an ulterior motive for wanting Nixon to trust her. The chief knew she was right, and he nodded in acquiescence.

"Ugh, I hate it when you're right," he replied with a small smile. "We'll drop the charges, but I need something soon. I can't keep sending you in there undercover to end up being fucked over by this guy."

There he went with the innuendos again.

"I worry about you, Scout."

The way the chief worried about her as if she was his own daughter had always been endearing to her. He respected her, and he didn't patronize her. His worry now made her feel guilty and she almost blushed. She was trying to release a man she'd become involved with, a target she'd compromised herself with. She was in so deep, she didn't know which way was up anymore.

"I know, Chief, and I won't let you down. Just let me in there with him alone, and so help me, if any of them give away the fact they know me, I will shoot them myself."

The chief chuckled his barrel laugh and nodded, waving her off.

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As she walked to the door leading to the holding cells, she was greeted by the only remaining officer inside. The rest had been recalled to be briefed on the situation (keep Scout's true identity a secret at all costs), and as she was admitted, he nodded, knowing to remain silent, and then left her alone with the criminal.

Swallowing heavily, she steeled herself and fell into the role of girlfriend, or whatever it was she was to him now. She had to appear slightly out of sorts without being too under-confident, or she would never convince him she'd managed to get them to drop the charges. Drawing herself up, she used her comfort with the place to amplify her acted-anger as she stepped up beside Nixon's cell and waited for the officer to unlock the bars. When the door swung open, she ran inside and threw her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly and finding herself naturally in his lap. The action wasn't acted at all, for she was truly worried about him. She didn't have to worry about sincerity when it came to showing her concern for him anymore. She honestly hated to see him cuffed like this with the bruise marring the side of his attractive face.

"Oh, Nixon!" she exclaimed in a breathy voice, her fingers gently touching the bruise on his face and wincing back, hoping she hadn't hurt him. She knew she was allowing herself to fall into her true feelings too much to hide them to her colleagues, but she was thankful when the officer departed to leave them alone. Seeing his gray eyes again, remembering how he'd tried to 'save' her from the police, she knew she was falling hard for him. He had no idea how badly she was betraying him, and he innocently wanted to keep her safe. It broke her heart and made her electric with excitement at the same time. Nixon Grey was falling for her.

"Are you okay? Those pigs didn't hurt you, did they?" she asked angrily, her blue eyes examining the bruise as she leaned around him to examine the cuffs on his wrists. "Stupid cops..."

She didn't have to feign her irritation since she was royally pissed they'd almost blown her cover. Sitting up, she looked into his eyes and smiled a victorious smile as she continued to sit comfortably in his lap. "I got them to drop the charges," she stated, pleased with herself. "They were going to say you assaulted that asshole that ran into you, and let's just say I was persuasive when I told them you'd just get the best lawyer out there and win if they tried to take it to court."

The best lies are made from truth.

Genuine concern filled her eyes as she gently wrapped her arms around him and hugged herself to his chest. "I'm so sorry our date ended up so badly." Sitting up, she cupped the side of his face and smiled. "How about, when we're out of here, I take you up on that offer to take me home?" She smiled broadly and quickly kissed him on his lips, wanting to linger but feeling she may be found out if one of the cops wandered back here.

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[nixon mason grey]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] This day was turning out to be a nightmare. Never in his life did be expect to find himself behind bars but at this very moment, he was sitting in the privacy of his own cell. At least they had the decency to keep him out of the eyes of everyone. He was embarrassed enough, and angrier than ever. He had done nothing wrong. He had gently pushed Scout away from him, away from the situation and he prayed that they didn't think he was assaulting her. As for running into that cop...that hadn't been his fault at all. He had been turning around when he was slammed into the broad chest of that man, and the scuffle that resulted was one that left Nixon stunned and looking for answers. Nixon was by no means a lightweight and given any other situation, he would have fought back. But this was a cop and he was already in deep shit. He didn't need another reason for them keeping him. He didn't know why they had jumped on him like that. It was like they were ready and waiting to snag him up and bring him in. Furrowing his brow, he winced as his face objected to that movement and then looked up as his cell door was open. He recognized the officer that had shoved him and then threw him into the cop car. Nixon's face hurt something fierce, and he wasn't aware of the cut above his eye either. He looked a mess, disheveled and rather pale, his eyes blood shot from the experience. The cop standing in front of him only gave him a smile. "You aren't looking your best, Mr. Grey." He said easily, his voice sounding prideful and egotistical. Nixon regarded him cooly, slipping into his role easily. He wasn't going to give anything away in this line of questioning. He knew the cops were interested in the way that he made his money and he wasn't going to give them anything that they could run with. He wouldn't even talk unless he was asked something that really required an answer. Watching the boastful man in front of him, he spoke up quietly, his voice holding no emotion. "I suppose I have you to thank for that, mate." His British tone cut across the silence of the cell, causing the police officer in front of him to tense in his aggravation at Nixon's response. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Nixon was supposed to give away things, he was supposed to be angry. They were supposed to book him on assault. "Oh laugh it up, Mr. Bigshot Billionaire. You're on our turf now, and we will get you." He warned him, watching for some sort of reaction from the criminal's eyes. When absolutely nothing showed in this endless grey eyes, the police officer was shocked. What in the world? Why didn't he show any emotion at all? It floored him and Nixon could tell that the man was growing more angry by the second. "Are you trying to scare me? If that's the case, you've got a lot of work to do. Your threats mean nothing to me." He said quietly, his voice barely raising above a whisper. Right now, Nixon was making the officer feel uncomfortable. This was a slimy, slippery bastard, and he knew how to work the police. The officer stood there, arms crossed until he couldn't take it anymore. He lunged forward, grabbing Nixon's chin violently with his hand, squeezing with the strength that he had. And it was a lot. Nixon did the best that he could not to show any pain but he felt like his jaw was about to snap. "You're going down Grey." He spat threateningly, then threw Nixon's face from him. If the chair hadn't been nailed into the floor, Nixon would have gone flying backwards. As it was, he just sat there, his chin to his chest, his breathing coming quickly because of the pain that he just been inflicted on him. Red marks from the man's fingers were hidden by Nixon's scruff, but there would be a mark from that. Staying in the position that he was, he heard the man laugh cruelly and then exit the room. Talk about a dirty cop. Nixon remained sitting there miserably, not understanding. He hadn't done anything wrong but it was as clear as day as to what they wanted him for. They were trying to break his money making ways. They would never figure it out. Nixon had worked too hard to hide the truth, he had too many ruses implemented to lead them astray. He was smarter than they all gave him credit for, almost at a genius level when it came to his finances. He was too good to be taken down but he never thought that way. That was a good way to get caught. Sighing now, he heard the door open once more and didn't even look up. He didn't want to know who was coming to harass him now. However, her soft voice filled the room and he felt her in his lap, her arms around his form in the matter of seconds. Hearing her speak his name grounded him and if he could, he would wrap his arms around her as well. Her tight embrace was something that he desperately needed and desired, and he closed his eyes as she hugged him. "Scout...you're okay.. I was so worried." He whispered honestly to her, his eyes showing concern when she pulled away to inspect his face. Her light touch send pain shooting through him but he didn't show it. He was good at hiding what he truly felt. As she questioned him, Nixon shook his head. "I'm fine, they haven't touched me." He lied expertly, not wanting her to worry about something else. He was glad for the scruff that hid his chin, for he really didn't want her seeing that he had been roughed up again. As she leaned over to check out his hand cuffs, he prayed she wouldn't see that they were digging into his skin, leaving angry red welts in their wake. The police had put them on much too tightly and he felt like he was losing his circulation. Ignoring that for now, he turned his grey eyes to study her blue and he saw that her worry was sincere. She was truly concerned for him and it made his heart swell. It was different, to know that someone cared. He listened to her as she spoke about his charges, furrowing his brow even though she said she had gotten them to drop them. It wasn't true. Nixon hadn't assaulted anyone and it was obvious that that lie broke him down more than the truth ever would. His eyes finally showed some emotion, and it looked like regret. "I didn't touch him." He said even though it was unnecessary. He didn't like this. He didn't like how he was being pinned for something that he didn't do. Hesitating now, he looked to her once more, unsure of the entire situation. Uncertainty passed through his body and his trust was breaking. It wasn't because of her, it was because of this situation. As soon as he had started to lay his trust into someone, everything bad started happening. That had to be a sign. The fear that he had experienced before when he had admitted that he was falling for her returned like rapid fire, and his eyes bloomed with that emotion. "Thank you for doing that Scout. You didn't have to." He spoke softly, but there was an edge to his voice. Nixon had never known care, he had never known kindness. The fact that she was in his lap, hugging him, kissing him...it sent him into a spiral of confusion. In Nixon's opinion, the world was a horrible place. No one did anything unless they wanted something and he was trying desperately to convince himself that her feelings were genuine. But there was always that little voice in the back of his mind telling him to be careful. Nixon never trusted anyone and asking him to trust this woman was something that he struggled with. He was trying, he was doing his best. But it was hard. He didn't have trust in the world for good reasons, and even if he wasn't a criminal, he would have a hard time trusting Scout. It was nothing against her. It was all him. He had never lived a life of kindness, of care. It wasn't something that he was used to and now, when he was faced with it, it petrified him. It was the unknown and he had always stayed away from the unknown. It was safer that way. It kept him out of jail, it kept him a free man. He wasn't innocent by any means, but he made himself into that image. And now his freedom was on the line and he was extremely uneasy. It was true. He could hire his lawyers to get him out of this but it was going to be a tarnish on his otherwise clean record. Nixon had never been in custody for anything and this scared him. He hated it here. He felt suffocated, he felt closed in. As Scout tried to comfort him, he felt his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breathing shortening and coming harder. "Scout...I need to get out of here. I can't...I can't breathe." He spoke honestly, truthfully. Looking up into her eyes, his gaze looked wild and untamed. He was going to freak out. He was going to lose his cool and collected nature. He didn't know what the cops were going to do to him and he needed to be free. "You got them to drop the charges...why aren't they letting me go?" He questioned her nervously, feeling the need to prove his innocence to her. "I didn't touch him Scout. I didn't, I promise. I was just worried about getting you out of the situation. I'm sorry I pushed you, I...I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't want them to take you...please Scout, I'm sorry." He finished wildly, losing it a little bit. He was starting to panic, and panicking was something that Nixon Grey never did. However the events of the day were absolutely overwhelming and he didn't know how to handle it. He pulled at his handcuffs now, trying desperately to free himself. He settled almost so suddenly that it could be deemed frightening, and he looked up into her eyes. "Please believe me Scout. Please."

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[SCOUT ELAYNA GREY]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

she felt so natural as she sat in nixon's lap, looking into his face, she felt her heart pick up the pace. she was a detective, assigned to take him down and get him thrown into prison, but she felt at home perched across his legs, looking into his infinitely gray eyes. she wanted to kiss him and wrap herself in him and just stay that way; she was tired of the constant drama in her mind that he would figure out who she was or her colleagues would know she was screwing the target. she just wanted to be scout: the woman who was hopelessly falling in love with this complicated man. when she heard his voice, sincere worry for her in his tone, she wanted to cry. he had no idea who she was. all he saw was this girl he'd taken home and gotten hopelessly entangled with. he didn't know that she was essentially the queen of the nest where he was currently trapped. she felt like a monster, not for the first time since her feelings had gotten in the way of her job, and she bit her bottom lip as he lied to her about not being touched. she knew her coworkers, and she knew the man she'd passed in the hallway rather well. he was an asshole, and he hated criminals. he had wanted scout's job on the case, and she doubted he had treated nixon to some tea when he'd brought him back here. when she leaned around him to see the handcuffs, she saw the red marks on his wrists and she winced inwardly before leaning back, feigning innocence.

he couldn't know how badly she felt about this ordeal. she knew if he suspected any undue emotions from her, it would spook him, and right now she could tell she was the only person he trusted. it had to stay that way. since they were alone, she relied on the only thing that would get her through this: honesty.

it had been such a short amount of time since she'd met him in person (every time before having been on paper), but she knew she'd never felt this way about anyone before him. the way her entire body felt when she was around him, when he looked at her, she felt as if she was electrified and more alive than she'd ever been. she felt so alive, and she didn't know how to handle it. primarily, there was her guilt. her mind told her she shouldn't be so infatuated (so in love) with the man she was working to throw behind bars. however, her body and her heart told her she couldn't live without him, and if she didn't see him ever again, she would have no reason to live.

and that's where the honesty came in. she was past the point of being able to deny her feelings for him, especially when he looked at her with such raw emotion. perhaps she could manage to convince the people she worked with that she was really good at fooling him, but she couldn't lie to him about how she felt. she knew he could read it in her eyes, and she didn't dare hide it: didn't want to.

he frowned slightly as she told him she'd gotten the charges dropped, and she felt a chill rush over her. he didn't believe her story. he was figuring it out. why had she believed she could convince him she'd just bitched out the police and gotten the charges dropped. it wasn't a plausible lie. she was done for.

she had to remind herself that he hadn't shoved her off of his lap. granted, his hands were handcuffed behind his back, but he had made no move to remove her from his personal space. on the contrary, he fixed her with such a plaintive look, she swallowed and watched him with confusion flickering across her eyes. he quietly vowed he hadn't touched the man, and realization dawned on her as consternation passed over his handsome features. he wasn't suspect of her at all; he was worried she honestly believed the charges he'd been accused of. then his face changed again, so rapidly it was like watching a movie in fast forward, and she felt her hold slipping again. his eyes told the entire story although the rest of his face barely betrayed emotion, and she watched an entire film of his confusion flash before her. there was fear, so raw and powerful she almost sucked in a breath, and confusion and regret and disappointment and so many other things she couldn't even put words to.

when she'd kissed him, he seemed somehow more confused (if possible), and she instantly felt a splash of cold wash over her body. he didn't trust her. she should have known. the cold tone to his voice when he thanked her, as if she was a stranger, for getting his charges dropped was like a cold glass of water to her face. she backed off then, even rising to her feet as she felt him breathing a bit more rapidly as if her very presence was too much for him.

resisting the urge to cry, she nodded curtly to herself and turned sideways as if deliberating whether she should leave or not. "i'm sorry... that was too forward," she commented, chiding herself for hinting that he should take her home after all he'd been through. stupid scout. stupid horny scout, she griped at herself in her head. even after the night they'd shared, she shouldn't be such a tramp to suggest such a thing moments after he'd been arrested. she felt so stupid she wanted to slam her fist against the wall and yell at herself.

his strained voice was the only thing to bring her out of her self-deprivation. frowning in confusion, she turned to look at him as he croaked that he needed to get out of here. his gray eyes regarded her with a crazed look, like a wild animal trapped in a net by his hunter.

they had him. this was their chance. they had caged the beast, and she could keep him that way. sure, she'd gotten the charges dropped, but she could change that. technically, the paperwork hadn't even gone through. she would prove herself. scout shepherd had snared the untameable nixon grey. she would be a veritable hero. with the snap of her fingers, she could have him locked behind bars for the rest of his existence. promotion was only the stepping stone to the accolades she would receive for bagging such a mighty catch. oh yes, she would have political office in her future if she just held on to him. it was all right there, right at the tip of her fingers. and he knew it too. no, he didn't know she was the one he never should have trusted, but he knew he wasn't safe. he felt it in the air, and she felt it too. it all came down to one key: her.

her gaze hardened as she looked down at him, and she knew he would assume it was because she didn't believe him. but she did believe him. she knew every word he said was true because she'd been there. her eyes glazed over as visions of the potential fame flashed before her. she stiffened from the headiness of it all, and she had to lock her knees to keep from reeling. there was so much potential, and it was sitting right in front of her. all she had to do was lean over and tell him who she really was, and she would finally be the one in control. she would have won the game.

please, scout, i'm sorry. please believe me, scout...

the visions faded from her eyes and she felt her knees bend again. she blinked as if coming back to reality, and her blue eyes focused on him. nixon was so desperate, his breath coming in short gasps as he edged on hyperventilation.

please.

dropping to her knees as if all the strength had suddenly gone out of her legs, the only thing supporting her was his lap. reaching for his face, she gently yet firmly took his face in her hands and forced him to look at her, forced him to calm down.

"shh, shhh, shh, i believe you. i believe you, nixon," she repeated, urging him to actually listen to her. she had the key in her hands, but she wouldn't use it. she couldn't. she knew what was most important to her now, and just in this moment she had taken sides. he would never know the monumental decision she'd just made, but it would change her life. there was no going back now.

"i'll get them," she stated firmly, attempting to hold his attention to calm him down. she was calm now. she knew what she wanted, and she was going to hold on to it. "give me a minute."

she released his face and rose smoothly to her feet, exiting the cell and leaving the holding area, the door closing behind her for a moment so nixon couldn't hear her as she addressed the guard on duty. "uncuff him and release him," she stated flatly, her eyes burning into the man she knew had given nixon - the man she was falling in love with - the nasty bruise on his face.

as the man moved around her to enter the holding area, she grabbed his sleeve roughly and glared at him. "and if you so much as glance at me and hint that you know me, i will personally have you written up for every tiny little infraction i can make up, got that?" the man sneered slightly at her but didn't disobey. she was his superior. he entered the holding area as she took a deep breath and positioned herself by the desk with the sunlight streaming in through the exit. she had made her choice; she had taken sides. she belonged to nixon, and she would do everything she could to protect him.

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