Makings Of A Rogue

[III]

She looked at him in surprise, it was the first time he had addressed her by her correct name. Only to look down blushing at his intense gaze on her.
"Till next time Mr Scot and I promise to take you home with me." she said, lifting her head and looking back at him, with a hint of flirtation and assured promise in her eyes. The prospect excited him but he didn't show it, this woman would be his failure if he wasn't careful. He just smiled back at her, opening the passanger side for her to get in. He closed the door and wispered to her ear through the open window, She beamed back at him and shushed him away with a huge smile on her face. He stepped away from the car giving them the sign they could leave.
She kept her eyes on him as they moved out, he was standing where she left him, a king in his element, infront of a huge group of armed men. He had a lot of power, but to her, he just seemed lonely and misunderstood but also bad very very bad. She settled down on her seat, and tried to figure out what had just happened back there, and why her thoughts were fucked up, the ambush was too casual, a joke, plus she got all mushy with him, in front of her men and his, it's like she had just showed up to see him. That shouldn't have happen, she was a cop, him the robber the rules couldn't be any simpler.
Finally the disappointment from their failed attempt, relief no one got hurt and something like sadness and longing finally hit her. She let herself feel, but refused to acknowledge the last two, that would be ludacris, so she shelved them in a dark corner of her mind banishing them from existence.
"Let's go home Pete, back to the drawing board." She got comfy on her seat , her eyes out the window, not even noticing the beautiful land scape that was in abadance anywhere you looked, her mind occupied.
Pete her second in command and her driver at the moment, briefly gazed at her, She looked tired and bit, but with a certain glow he couldn't place. He was proud of her, she was a true leader. She had saved their lives once again. But at what cost.
He shook his head to scatter those stupid impossible thoughts they can't she can't, switched on the radio, and found a station playing some African house music he had come to love, after staying in Kenya for four months planning for this very day.