What were you Expecting?

Sam

Claire smiled at him, cuffing him on the back in her usual, 'go get em' way. He rolled his eyes and stretched a bit before walking off down the alley. He knew where to go. He knew those calling cards usually meant that she had information for him. On one side, she was a criminal. Well, technically speaking she was. To some people she was a guardian. She only ever went after other criminals. Mostly real bad guys. Sex traffickers, rapists, murderers. The kinds of guys people wouldn't want to run into in the dark. In reality, she was doing them a favor. The violent crime rates had been dropping since she started taking out the real baddies. Unfortunately though, the law doesn't see it that way. Everyone in his division says the same thing. 'This guy does what we are all thinking, but can't actually do.' Sam wanted to laugh. If only they knew who the real killer was, they would probably double over laughing.

He walked up to the abandoned factory, slipping in un-noticed since it was secluded and there was no one around. Well, almost no one. The sound of clanking metal startled Sam a bit and he drew his gun with lighting speed. Honestly, if the information she gave him wasn't as valuable as it usually was, he would have put a bullet in her sooner. Probably not though.

His heart raced as he saw the woman stalking out of the shadows. Her long-ish, curly blonde hair pulled back into a messy bun. She was short but intimidating, standing at a mere five feet and five inches tall, just a few inches shorter than he was. As she drew closer, he could start to make out the light smattering of freckles spanning the bridge of her nose and dotting across her cheeks.

"Jumpy there, Quick-Draw McGraw? Honestly you cops are all trigger-happy idiots," she grinned, leaning against a steel support beam three feet in front of him.

"What is it you need to tell me Liz, and why did you leave a witness? That's not like you," he asked, holstering his gun once more and running a hand through his brown-black hair. She laughed a bit. It was a silky, tinkling sound. Almost like a bell to his ears, or perhaps more like a grand piano. She made her way to him, running her fingers along his jaw as she circled him. "Oh Sam," she breathed, "Sam, Sam, Sam.... All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, you don't look at me the way you used to, and you don't bring me flowers anymore."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Because of your little 'habits' my case has a huge body count and no one to answer for it, so spill."

Liz looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes. "Right to the point" she cooed as she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, "something's bothering you. What is it?"

"Well, maybe it's the fact that Parker has been down my throat about my case and why I can't seem to catch my guy, or the fact that my informant happens to also be a pain in my ass, and did i mention that both the people i mentioned are the same person?" Sam finally expelled his feelings, "Not to mention my partner is going undercover for the Meta's!"

"What!?" Liz asked, tensing up, her voice taking a dark tone, " No way in hell that's going to happen....at least tell me you're going with her?"

Sam looked down, "I'm not.... we can only send one person in without looking suspicious,"

"I'm warning you now, I'm about to murder my first innocent person, or at least torture him until he pulls her off this case..." Liz growled a bit, "I've worked for the Meta's a few times, they are sick and twisted. They will stop at nothing to take out their rivals!"

"I know Liz......"

"If anything happens to her-"

"I know what you'll do...... now how about you give me that info you have for me so I can get back to chasing down the wrong guy again," he smirked, turning in her grip.