| Maria laughed as Michael's mouth crushed back down on hers. She felt his hands underneath her dress, his fingertips running underneath the elastic of her panties. "Hey there cowboy," she pulled away from him and licked the saliva off her lips. "I know we seem to have a penchant for parking lots, but we have work to do." "You're really okay?" Maria nodded and liked the feeling of someone asking about her. Someone caring if she was okay. Since her Uncle Chuck had died, not too many people asked and fish can't talk. It wasn't a feeling she hadn't wanted upon her arrival in Roswell, nor one she expected, but now that she had it she didn't want to ever lose it. "So," Maria motioned over to the apparently unconscious Max Evans and smirked. "What do you want to do about him?" Michael shook his head and grinned. "I don't know. I kind of want to just leave him here and let Isabel deal with him." He picked her hand up in his and jangled the hanging handcuff. "You know, we could keep these for later." "Yeah Guerin, I guess we could." She pulled her hand away and walked the few steps to Max. She squatted down and reached in his front pants pocket and retrieved the small silver key. She handed it to Michael and outstretched her arm to him. "Do me?" He opened his mouth prepared with a smart ass comment then paused and laughed instead. He unlocked the handcuffs and tossed them over towards Max. "So, he didn't hurt you, did he?" He tried to mask the concern in his voice but heard it anyway. "Max?" Maria laughed. "No, he didn't hurt me. Just pissed me off." She tilted her head to one side. "How did you find me?" Michael relayed the events to her in rushed detail. "So, you were coming to see me, huh?" Maria rested her hands on her hips, a coy smile gracing her lips. Michael nodded. "Yeah I was, you know, to tell you how hardheaded you are." He ended the sentence with a grin. "Well, that and maybe ravage you for awhile." "That's what I thought," she looked past him into the darkened corners of the parking lot. "You didn't happen to see Liz Parker out here, did you?" "Oh," Michael nodded at what should have been the first information to pass between them. "Yeah, I did. She ran into me actually." "Ran into you?" She questioned wearily. "Knocked me on my ass to be exact," Michael shoved his hands in his pockets. "Isabel's after her." "Well, your partner shouldn't have all the fun now, should she?" Maria raised one eyebrow at him and shrugged. "No, I guess she shouldn't." Michael reached for her hand and clasped it in his own. "C'mon DeLuca, let's get this show on the road." * * * "This sucks!" Isabel muttered under her breath as her bare arm got scratched by yet another branch. She had followed in the direction Liz had taken off in out of the parking lot and into woods that surrounded it before reaching a residential area. She was glad that she was wearing the ratty clothes because of the packing she had been doing before Michael's announcement that her brother was a kidnapper. If she had been in her real clothes, she knew she'd be fuming at the dirt and rips she'd have gotten in them by now. She paused to catch her breath and listened for noise of any kind. The only thing she heard was her own breath and she knew right then why she did the office work and Michael was in the field. She stood up straight and reminded herself that she was just as qualified as Michael was in the job, they had after all, taken the same class. "Screw it," she wiped sweaty grime from her flawless face and straightened her T-shirt. With a nod of encouragement she was back on a makeshift trail probably made by stoners getting high in the woods, she thought and giggled. She trampled over twigs and roots, a few beer cans and other things indigenous to the woods of Roswell with one thing on her mind: Get Liz Parker. She stopped after a loud snap to her left got her attention. She slowed her breathing and took little steps in the direction of the noise. Licking her lips, she suddenly felt the adrenaline rush that Michael claimed to love. She admitted that she loved it too. * * * Michael led Maria by the hand past Isabel's car that was blocking in Max's and into the darkness. "You going to be able to walk in those shoes?" He asked after feeling a slight falter in her walk and a little swearing under her breath. "I'm good Guerin," she walked up next to him and squeezed his hand. "If I can't make it I guess you'll just have to carry me, huh?" Michael snickered and rolled his eyes. Not only had he met his match; he had fallen in love with her. "You know, when we get her I'm not just going to let you walk away from here." "From here? From Roswell?" Maria asked with apprehension. "No," he pulled her into him and placed her hand on his chest, over his heart. "From here." She nodded and knew in that very second that she didn't want to leave there either. The woods? Yes. Michael Guerin? Not a chance. "We'll have time for this later." "So, there will be a 'later'?" She nodded with a smile she knew she couldn't pry off of her face. "Yeah Guerin, there will definitely be a later." She stepped back out of his embrace and pulled his arm. "Come on, let's get this done so we can get to the later." He followed her into the darkness of the woods with a promise of 'later'. * * * Max Evan's eyes fluttered open as the excruciating pain from his swollen and quite possibly broken nose was recognized. He rolled over and got up on all fours before trying to stand. With a grunt of hurt, he got to his feet and looked out into the night. He walked into the lot and saw his sister's car was blocking his in. "Damn it, not Isabel too!" He muttered and kicked gravel. "She's going to kick my ass!" TBC |
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