Born Without A Heart

Chapter 11

            Levy wiggled out of the skin tight dress she had been trying on and kicked it to the floor. It landed in a heap amongst several other dresses, none of which had been deemed worthy for the Saber Tooth party.

Gajeel would be at her place soon. Levy needed to gear both of them up for the event. She had all of their equipment spread out across her kitchen table.

At the moment, however, she was still puzzling over what to wear.

The operation was right on track. Gajeel's meeting had gone even better than expected.

Minerva had talked about a side project she wanted Gajeel to work on. Levy had listened to the conversation on repeat and agreed- there was something shady about it, which was just what they wanted.

If Minerva was organizing the sale of Lullaby, and using her man power and equipment to distribute it, then that would mean a huge bust for them.

They still hadn't found any sign of Tartaros being involved, but that would be a matter of time. Fairy Tail knew Tartaros was at the center of this case- they just needed proof.

Levy reached deep into her closet and grabbed a yellow cocktail dress. She held it up to the mirror. It would have to do.

She slipped into the form fitting, knee length dress and slid the thin straps over her exposed shoulders. The plunging neckline was edged in a matching color of wispy lace. Embroidered gold flowers cascaded over her hips.

Grabbing a pair of strappy gold heels that she was not looking forward to wearing, she headed to the bathroom to fix her hair.

Gajeel had been maintaining his distance from her. Gone were the innuendos. Gone were the smoldering looks that set her body on fire. At yet still she could not shake Gajeel from her thoughts.

There was a knock at the door as Levy stood trying to tame her blue hair. She sighed in frustration as she tried to finish pinning it up. There was another knock.

"Coming!" She yelled out as she hurried to the door and pulled it open. "You're early, I was just-"

Levy's voice caught in her throat as she took in Gajeel's tall, attractive form. His long hair was pulled back. He wore and olive green suit over a black shirt and tie.

"I was just doing my hair," she finished awkwardly.

Gajeel looked down at her with a hooded expression. "Don't worry about it." Levy caught the faint whiff of sandalwood as he passed her in the narrow hallway. The scent triggered a memory of the last time there were in this hallway together.

"That way," Levy said, following him into the kitchen.

"Are we going to war?" Gajeel laughed as he looked at the spread over the table.

Levy laughed, "I like to cover all my bases."

"I know," he smiled.

God he was handsome.

"Tonight we're both going to have mikes and you'll have a wire again. I also have some equipment in my purse that I'll need in order to get into their computers. Are you carrying?"

Gajeel pattered his suit pocket, "Always."

"Good," she nodded. "There's no way I'm getting in there concealing a weapon," she sighed.