fic: His Thieving Ways: part 1
Title: His Thieving Ways: part 1
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Remy/Tim, Steph, Jason. Ted, Helena
Summary: Drake Securities is the finest Security firm around, with only one real failure, but what happens when that one failure comes back?
Word Count: 1912
Warnings: AU, some what future fic (Tim's in his twenties), slight angst
A/N: written for whipsy. She won me for help_japan. This was a long time coming sorry sweetheart.
“Thank you for calling Drake Securities, how may I direct your call?” Stephanie Brown said as she picked up the phone as she continued to type away at her laptop, “I'm sorry Mr. Drake is in a meeting at the moment. I can have him call you back? Great I'll give him the message.”
She hit the print button and grabbed the papers and headed into a meeting room. Tim was sitting across from Ted Kord. The older man looked haggard and had his head in his hands as he was talking to Tim, “Three break ins already and the cops haven't found anything yet. Tim the trade show is in two weeks, the BB-7 chip could be worth millions, even billions, but only if no steals it before I get to debut it.”
Tim leaned over and grasped Ted's wrist and gave it a squeeze. “Don't worry Ted. We won't let that happen. Jason and I will be over this afternoon to set up a new security system. We'll have it under guard till the trade show. I promise.”
Ted looked up and smiled a grateful smile, “Thank you Tim. Bruce said you would help.”
“Don't worry about it.” Tim said kindly, “We'll take care of everything.”
After a quick good by Ted left and Tim and Steph went back to Tim's office. “Those the police reports about the break-ins?”
“Yeah,” she said as she handed them to Tim and sat down in a chair. “No prints, the video feed was set in a loop, and it looks like they came in from the loading docks. I'd say they had help from the inside.”
Tim nodded as he read. “I agree. Tell Jason to head on over and start setting things up, then call Helena in. We'll need her to keep an eye on thing on the inside.”
“Right. So what's so special about this chip? And does it have to have a goofy name?” Steph smirked.
Tim smiled and shook his head. “The BB-7 is the next step in artificial intelligence. The military has been trying to get Ted to sell it to them for the past couple of years. He'd rather not have his invention used in wars. Someone steals it however . . . the military sometimes doesn't bother looking a gift horse in the mouth.”
“Oh don't tell me we're going to have to get involved with the military. It always gives me a headache,” Steph said wrinkling her nose.
“Well if we do our jobs right we won't have to,” Tim said.
* * * *
Later that afternoon Tim drove to Kord industries , finding his step brother, Jason Todd, in the camera room muttering under his breath as he sat in front of a consul of smaller TV screens surrounding a larger one. He switch back and forth from which one of the smaller ones showed up on the main monitor and every time his muttering increased. “Problems Jason?”
“I'm surprised Kord has anything left,” Jason snorted as he waved at the monitors. “There's so many blind spots in here you can bring in a marching band and no one would find out. I'm going to have to move all of the damn cameras in this place.”
“Well at least you have the day open to work on it,” Tim offered cheekily.
“And I guess the big boss man is to busy to help run wires huh?”Jason said scoffing at Tim.
“What, and ruin my new suit?” Tim teased then turned serious. “So what are your thoughts?”
Jason's eyes flickered over to Tim for a moment, then back to the monitors. “His security staff is a joke. He should get rid of the lot of them and start fresh.”
“Maybe after the trade show Right now I don't want to short staff ourselves when we might need the man power. Do you think one of them might be our leak?”
Jason gave a one shoulder shrug, “One or two of them I don't like at all. Keeping them away from all of the sensitive stuff.”
“Send over their files and I 'll go over them,” Tim said. “See if anything's there.”
“I've got another couple of names to add to that list,” a voice from the doorway. Tim and Jason turned to see Helena standing in the doorway with an annoyed look on her face.
“Hey Hel, hows the typing pool?” Jason smirked.
Helena walked in, shutting the door behind her, and smacked Jason on the back of the head while handing Tim some files. “I'd say next time you go undercover, but your typing sucks,” she said softly.
“And he looks awful in a skirt,” Tim smiled. “So what's going on in the office?”
Helena shrugged as she smoothly sat on edge of the desk that Jason was working at, “Half of them see Kord as a quick divorce settlement, the other half wants the boss's ear so they can share their ideas with him . . one or two don't mind the view from his office.”
“Right. Okay, Helena keep your eyes open, Jason get the new system up and running,” Tim hefts the folders in his arms, “and I'll see who really wants a promotion.”
Helena and Jason nodded their agreement as Tim headed out the door, followed by Helena. Jason took a moment to look over the specs of his blueprints until he blinked and looked up at the closed door. “Hey! I got stuck with the grunt work again!”
* * * *
The hours got away from Tim as he poured over the files that Jason and Helena gave him. He had hacked into their bank accounts, checked for past arrest records, anything that might give him a clue to if any of these people could be trying to sell out Ted Kord.
Tim looked up from his computer screen as he heard movement down the hall from his office. He snorted as he figured it had to be Stephanie coming back to check up on him. She was his best friend, PR manager and mother hen all rolled up in one. Tim didn't know what he'd do without her, other than remind her that he was in fact a grown man able to take of his own life - not that she'd really listen to him. Still he supposed he should at least acknowledge her coming back to check up on him. Tim saved the files he had opened and stood up from his desk stretching a little.
The light from the break room lead him down the hall. He walked in expecting to see Steph putting together some sort of sandwich that she intended to force Tim to eat because she knew he had skipped out on dinner. Though instead of finding Steph Tim found a auburn haired man pouring a cup of coffee for himself.
“ . . . Remy,” Tim breathed.
It had been years since Tim had seen Remy LeBeau, but he was just as Tim remembered him. Long auburn hair pulled back in a loose pony tail, stray hair framing his face. His ever present trench coat hanging off his shoulders framing the button up shirt and slacks he was wearing.
He wore fingerless gloves that cupped the coffee mug as he turned and devoured Tim with a glance, his red on black eyes glimmered in the low light. “Hard ta find a good cup of coffee n'est pas?”
Tim raised his chin as he looked at Remy, “And you had to come up all the way to the twenty-fifth floor for one? We have a coffee shop down in the lobby.”
“Ah oui, but you always had da best taste in coffee Petit,” Remy all but cooed as he stepped nearer to Tim.
“It's also close to midnight, don't thing the shop's open at this time. In fact this whole building is closed to the public right now,” Tim said pointedly.
Remy's laugh was low and husky, “Always did have a problem with telling time.”
“What do you want Remy?” Tim asked flatly. “What are you doing here?”
Remy looked at Tim from under hooded eyes as he continued to drink his coffee. The silence stretched into minutes which ended with Tim balling up his fists with irritation, “Well?!”
The corners of Remy's eyes crinkled up as they danced with laughter at Tim's frustration. He finished off his coffee and set the mug down. “Dey say time heals. Mebbe I just wanted if time would help us.”
“Time isn't going to change who we are though. You're still Remy LeBeau from New Orleans. You're still a thief.”
“Oui and you knew dat on the first day we met. A thief no good for the head of Drake Securities Petite?” Remy husked as he stepped closer.
“Well it does sully the reputation and my credibility. Not to mention waking up one morning to find all of my valuables gone.” Tim said as he stepped away.
“Huh,” Remy said as he watched Tim. “You're pere taught you how ta hold grudges well no?”
“Bruce had nothing to do with this,” Tim growled.
“Of course not .”
Tim glared, “No. . . I was nineteen and was in love for the first time and you took advantage of that.”
Remy's eyes didn't leave Tim once, drinking in how he had changed from the last time he had seen him. “I remembered you being more den willing Petit.”
“This isn't some joke,” Tim snapped. “I - we all trusted you. You became part of the family and you just used us.”
“I stole from ya pere oui, but I never used you Petit,” Remy said softly as he walked slowly towards Tim, crowding him against the wall and cupping his cheek.
“You slept with me to get my access codes to the vault,” Tim whispered.
“Petit, I'm a much better better t'ief den dat.” Remy whispered back before kissing him.
Remy tasted of bourbon and cigars and a thousand memories came flooding back as Tim clung to the Cajun as they kissed. A hand tangled in the Tim's hair, as Remy pushed himself flush against Tim's body. Tim whimpered as Remy plundered his mouth, arms held him tight and close as if he had no intentions of ever letting Tim go. The kiss ended slowly, Remy laid down light butterfly kisses over Tim's forehead.
“No . . . no ,” Tim said as he pushed Remy away. “I'm not nineteen anymore. You can't make my head spin with just a kiss.”
“You sure Petit?”
“You need to go. Now,” Tim said looking anywhere but Remy.
A dozen different emotions flickered over Remy's face as he looked at Tim.“Guess we need more time n'est pas?” he said as he slowly back away and out of the room.
Tim had his phone out the moment he heard the elevator doors shut behind Remy. “Jason? Yes I know what time it is. I need you here asap. I know who's going after the chip.”