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Tweak says, "SQUEAK?"

Lois Lane; Intrepid Reporter (thatlanewit) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-03-01 23:26:00

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clark kent/superman, lois lane

WHO: Lois and Clark
WHAT: Stakeouts
WHEN: Tonight!
WHERE: around Lawrence
RATING: PG-13ish for probably violence because stakeouts never go smoothly for the two of them.

After months of looking into the mayor of Lawrence and his multiple shady business practices, Lois was certain that they would finally have the evidence to nail his ass to the ground. Or at least they would if they could manage to keep up with the henchman carrying the mayor’s briefcase and whatever was inside of it. She had her hunches--ranging from illegal funds to substances--but unless they got a decent photograph of the man and what was inside the damn case, all of the running around she’d been doing would be for nought. And like hell was she going to let news this juicy escape from her--their (she really needed to get better about including Clark)--clutches just because the street was full of people and maneuvering through the crowds was a headache.

Her partner had to give her some added advantages, right? Even if technically he probably shouldn’t use any of those senses of his out and about where anyone could see them. That only really mattered with the flying and strength though, right? No one should be able to notice heightened sight or hearing.

She cursed as the light changed to green, cars speeding by creating another obstacle to following the man for a few moments. She weaved through the crowd, forgetting for a moment that she wasn’t tracking the man on her own as she tried to glimpse the man’s back over the sea of bodies and the moving cars. Lois didn’t doubt that Clark would be able to keep up with her and if for some reason they were separated she didn’t doubt for a moment that he’d be able to pinpoint her location within seconds of realizing she wasn’t next to him anymore.

When she had first agreed to partner up with him it had been to get their editor off her back and finally allow her back out on the streets again to investigate real stories, but even Lois had to acknowledge that a small part of her had agreed in order to alleviate a little of the guilt she had been feeling over having been shot all those months ago. How many times had Clark brought it up that she needed to be careful, that she needed to find that line she wouldn’t cross and stick to it? And how many times had she ignored his advice and barreled onwards without any regard to her own life before that fateful afternoon? Maybe she wasn’t ready to find that line yet or even certain how far she would push herself in order to get the latest scoop, but she did feel like she’d marked off at least one point for herself in the careful column by agreeing to Clark working with her. Or maybe it would only make her more reckless. Only time would tell.

“Tell me we didn’t lose him because someone can’t leap tall buildings right now,” she grumbled, watching the cars zip by and hoping for a break in the traffic so she could dash across the street before the man was completely lost in the crowd.

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ex_savior698
2013-03-06 06:24 am UTC (link)

The smile he lured out of her brought on another of his own. "Do my ears deceive me? Lois Lane is coming around to plaid? Do you think you could say that again when this is all over in front of a camera? I feel like this might need to be recorded for future reference." He was in no way acknowledging the rest of her statement. It was much more satisfying to focus on the part where victory seemed like it was actually within his reach.

Though their jokes were lighthearted, Clark knew that they were going to have to focus up if they were going to nail this guy without being detected. He shot Lois a final smug grin, then folded his jacket over and tucked it away alongside her abandoned clothing.

As Clark listened to Lois explain how she knew where they were, his expression slowly shifted from curiosity to distaste. Moriarty's people. The last time that Lois had gotten tangled with them, she had been shot. If they were walking into their territory, not only was the risk increasing, but the chances of them crossing paths with the same people that had been there the night that Lois had been attacked...

Clark reached up to tug at his tie, fingers pausing halfway when he remembered that he wasn't wearing it anymore. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea," he started, knowing as soon as he opened his mouth that Lois was never going to back down. She had gone all this way. Furthermore, this was far too juicy a story for her to pass up. As much as Clark loathed the idea of her walking into that club, he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop her.

Which was why he was so glad that he'd talked her into partnering up with him. Lois was safe. He wouldn't let anyone touch her.

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thatlanewit
2013-03-06 01:52 pm UTC (link)

Lois had rolled her eyes at all of the plaid jabs. She'd known as soon as she opened her mouth about it that she would never hear the end of it. He'd practically won and he was going to be incorrigible. Somehow, some way, she'd get a shoe rack in that damn Fortress of his just so he'd shut up about his little victory.

She watched as his expression changed and it was as though she could almost hear the troubling thoughts he was having about her going anywhere near this particular club now. What came out of his mouth only confirmed Lois' suspicions. "Good thing you don't get to decide which stories we do and don't cover then, hmm?" she pointed out, unwilling to back down despite her own trepidation. She caught the hand he'd been reaching up with and squeezed it for a brief moment before letting him go.

Without another word, she started walking toward the main entrance, bypassing the ever growing line of hopefuls wanting to get into the place. "Hey Charley," she greeted the over muscled bouncer at the door who was already routinely turning people away. "How's your Gram doing?"

"Good as new ever since you broke the news on that damn Social Security savings scheme," Charley replied, already moving aside to let her in. "You let Carla at the bar know your drinks are on me, babe."

Lois grinned, reaching back to clasp Clark's hand in hers. "And this one's with me." She tugged at him to follow her inside, unable to help herself from moving slightly to the beat of the music as they entered. She hadn't been out dancing in ages. "You got a lock on our friend?"

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ex_savior698
2013-03-07 05:02 am UTC (link)

It was probably lucky for both if them that Clark didn't choose what stories they pursued. If he had it his way, they'd be aiming for the simple, easy, uncomplicated fluffy bunny pieces that had absolutely no chance at them ever getting caught up in the kind of activity that ended with Lois walking into any sort of crossfire. It didn't take a genius to figure that Clark was protective of Lois - overprotective, in fact - which was why biting his tongue and letting her follow through with her stakeout was...well. Lois was lucky that he hadn't snatched her up and super sped them away from this club by now.

Reluctantly, Clark followed Lois inside. He let her handle the bouncer (who appeared to enjoy the sight of Lois a lot more than Clark was sure he was comfortable with) while he searched for their lead. The mayor's buddy had taken up a spot at a corner table. He wasn't drinking, which was highly unusual for someone who intentionally went walking into a place like this. Mentally, Clark struck down another mark on his list of reasons on why this whole thing screamed suspicious.

Not that he needed much more reason now that he knew that Moriarty's old crew frequented the area.

Before Clark could relay any info regarding their target back to Lois, he felt her hand slip into his own. Clark gave her fingers a gentle squeeze, then tipped his head to the side to indicate that he still had sights on their target. "Look. He's definitely waiting for someone," Clark commented, letting Lois take the lead as she pulled at his arm. Unlike her, he was moving a lot more stiffly. The music didn't phase him. Nothing but the idea of someone spotting Lois and recognizing her from her scuffle with Moriarty's people before did. All he could really do was hope that all of this happened quickly, that way they could get what they needed and slip out the door without any trouble. That was awfully optimistic thinking for someone who was working alongside Lois Lane, but Clark kept at it anyway. He didn't want to expect the worst. If he did, he really wouldn't have been able to handle being in here with Lois right now.

Attention shifting away from the man in the corner, Clark switched gears and started scanning the crowd instead. "If one person so much as looks at us funny, we're out of here." Which, in Clark speak, really meant that if anyone looked at Lois funny, he was going to drag her out the door whether she wanted to leave or not.

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thatlanewit
2013-03-07 05:39 am UTC (link)

She glanced over her shoulder at him, taking note of his expression and the seriousness of his stance. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to lighten the hell up, but now wasn’t the time for their characteristic banter sessions. She knew why he was being as cautious as he was and considering who they were definitely up against Lois couldn’t blame Clark one bit for his behavior. If he thought she’d quietly let him drag her out of this club even at the tiniest bit of trouble he had another thing coming. She didn’t go quietly in the best of circumstances, even when it was in her best interest to do so, therefore any bets on her doing so in this instance were pretty damn slim.

But now wasn’t the time to contemplate that and Lois shifted her attention to their target, taking in the rest of what Clark had said and scanning the room for where would be their best vantage point to capture everything on camera. Heightened senses or not, it wouldn’t do them any good if only Clark was able to see what went down. They needed proof and like hell Lois was leaving tonight without something.

“People look at me funny nearly every day and you run around in your underwear so we’re not basing our means of escape based on that, Clark,” she told him, unable to help herself and let go of his hand so she could maneuver through the crowd and head toward the bar. If she was right, the furthest away stools should have a pretty decent view of the man.

She slipped in and out of sight, finding the path of least resistance and hunkered down on one of the stools, tapping the bar to let the bartender know she wanted a drink. Even if the man in question was going to let himself stick out like a sore thumb, Lois preferred at least trying to blend in. “There are probably close to a hundred people in here. We’ll be fine.”

It wasn’t as though anyone was purposefully looking out for the two of them, right? Nothing suspicious about the two bartenders glancing at the two of them and quietly conversing before one of them headed into the back room. The bartender appeared again a moment later carrying some bottles of liquor. “I swear you make me paranoid.”

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