BountyHunterpart12

Michael reached for the volume dial on the radio and reluctantly turned it down as he cruised expertly through overly familiar streets. "Okay, my suggestion is we check out the bus station and train terminal."

"Sounds like a good idea, she wouldn't fly here and she didn't have a car in Vegas," Maria nodded slipping back into bad ass bounty hunter mode. "And I can almost bet money on the fact that she will come here."

"But you don't know for sure."

"No one knows anything for sure," she smiled and pulled the front of her tank shirt away from her skin trying to let some of the cool air in. She leaned down and away from Michael so the vent was directed straight at her chest. "Is it always this freaking hot here?"

Michael grinned and tried to catch a glimpse of what she was baring to the vent, he was unsuccessful. "We have kind of a heat wave going on right now, usually its not so bad."

"A heat wave," she sighed and leaned back against the vinyl seat feeling somewhat cooler. "Of course it's a heat wave."

"Should break in a few days."

"I doubt I'll be here that long," she murmured and watched the town as they drove by.

"So," Michael felt like he should talk but he didn't know what to say. The words he usually used with women would sound stupid to this one. Hell, they usually sounded stupid to himself as well, but the chicks liked them. "Did you get any information from Nancy Parker?"

Maria nodded. "Probably more than she thought. She's been in contact with her daughter; I know that for a fact because she knew who I was. So sometime in the last few days she's talked to Liz which indicates she knows where she's at."

"So, if Nancy knows who you are wouldn't she tell Liz to stay away from Roswell?"

Maria tilted her head to one side before slamming her open palm against the dashboard. "Fuck!"

Michael cringed. "Sorry."

"Not your fault, my fault." Maria shook her head and closed her eyes. "Fuck."

Michael was silent, a rare thing for him, and drove to the bus station. He got out of the truck and waited a beat before making sure Maria DeLuca was following him. They walked side by side into the station, an oppressive gray building where exhaust fumes seemed to hover.

Maria followed Michael inside the building and to the information booth. Michael leaned on the counter and tilted his sunglasses upwards, he licked his lips as the woman behind the counter looked up at him and smiled.

"Hi," he looked at her nametag, "Misty. I was wondering if you could help me out?"

Misty was a little bit older than Michael and a little overweight and a little out of fashion. She giggled nervously.

"Great," Michael laid on the charm and rested both elbows on the counter. "I was wondering if you have the information about passengers coming into Roswell."

"Oh, well," Misty the counter-clerk looked around nervously. "That's not for the public. Confidential, you know."

"Right, I know, but this is really important here for us." Michael motioned to Maria who stepped up closer to him and smiled at Misty.

Misty took in the sight of Maria and her demeanor changed from giddy to sullen. "Sorry."

"Listen Misty," Michael grinned, "this is my cousin and she's trying to find her girlfriend. She was supposed to be here in town yesterday and we can't find her. Could you just tell us if she was or is on a passenger list? My cousin's getting a little worried." He turned to face Maria and winked.

"Her girl�" Misty's eyes widened and she nodded. "Right. Well, I guess I could look for you, what her girlfriend's name?"

"Elizabeth Parker." Michael smiled.

"Elizabeth Parker," Misty said the name as she tapped on the computer keyboard in front of her. "I have an E. Parker and a Beth Parker and Parker Elizabeth."

"Parker Elizabeth," Michael and Maria said at the same time.

"Parker Elizabeth arrived in Roswell about three hours ago," Misty smiled obviously happy to help with the reunion of girlfriends. "So, you probably just missed her."

"Thanks doll," Michael winked at her and walked away from the counter with Maria back at his side. "So she is here."

"My girlfriend?" Maria rolled her eyes behind dark glasses. "I can't believe you told her I was a lesbian."

"You saw the way she looked at me, she wouldn't have told us if she thought we were an item." Michael held the door open for her.

"An item?" Maria laughed after being assaulted by the heat again. "That's good." She slowed her pace down to walk in back of him and admired the way his ass filled his jeans.

"Quit staring at my ass DeLuca," Michael called back to her as he reached the truck.

Maria laughed and got in the passenger side. "So, she is here. Maybe Nancy didn't have a way to warn her not to come."

"Maybe," Michael gunned the truck out of the parking lot. "So, now what?"

"Are you new at this?" Maria asked trying to keep the accusation out of her voice.

"No, but I've never worked with anyone before besides Isabel. And it seems like you have a serious hard-on for Liz, so I'm playing nice. I'm getting along well with others." He stole a glance at her.

Maria smiled. "Now, we stake out the Parker house and see if little Lizzie comes home again. But first, we have to stop for some water."

* * *

One hour and twenty minutes.

Michael Guerin and Maria DeLuca had sitting down the street from Nancy Parker's house for one hour and twenty minutes and had nothing to show for it. The temperature had climbed somewhere past one hundred and inside the cab of the truck, it felt like seven hundred to Maria.

Her shirt was pulled up just barely covering her breasts, her abdomen exposed, slick with sweat. The shirt was soaked through and she wondered how'd she'd score in a wet T-shirt contest. She unbuttoned the button on her shorts and folded down the waist; anything to get just a little cooler. Her socks and boots had been discarded after about fifteen minutes of sitting in the sweltering heat.

Michael sat in his jeans and T-shirt. He ditched the black one in favor of a white one that was behind his seat. The white shirt was almost transparent.

"Can a person actually cook?" Maria asked and turned her head lazily towards her new partner.

"I think so," he looked slowly to her, taking in the way the shirt was plastered to her breasts, the way her nipples were almost visible beneath the fabric. He swore he would have given his eyeteeth for her to be wearing a white shirt.

Maria knew he was staring at her breasts from behind the dark glasses and although she hated to admit it, it turned her on. Against her better judgement, she raised her arms up in a fake stretch knowing the semi-circle bottoms of her breasts just might become exposed. She didn't have a clue as to why she was flirting when she knew it would be disastrous.

Michael watched as she stretched and felt his arousal surge with the brief glimpse of breast flesh. How he was ever going to be able to work side by side with her was beyond him.

He parted his lips and licked them, about ready to make some inane comment about heat on flesh when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye.
Something unexpected.

Someone unexpected.

TBC