[Fic: GW] The Night Club (6/?)
Title: The Night Club (6/?)
Fandom: GW
Rating: PG
Characters: Heero, Quatre, Duo, Hilde
Notes: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
***
"How did it go?" Heero asked, in the next morning.
Quatre blinked blearily at him. "What?" He asked. "And stop speaking so loud. I want to die," he groaned, slumping against the table.
"No tolerance," Heero murmured, noting the still half full bottle standing on Quatre's desk. "I had thought you might be working late."
"Hmm? I tried but the whole situation caught up with me and - Dekim's behind it, Heero. Dorothy had vowed revenge and whoa I felt a little bit frightened for my life. Never and I mean never, get on her bad side. She was serious about getting him. Apparently," Quatre said, looking up at Heero, "She thinks he was involved in Treize's death."
Heero stilled. "I see," he gritted out.
"We had suspicions, but Dorothy seemed so sure. She knows Dekim better than I do, having been paraded at the endless parties in her youth. The Winners, despite their wealth, were a little bit new in town to be invited to those events," Quatre said. "Dekim's a cold bastard but."
"I have to leave," Heero muttered, turning around.
"No, you don't," Quatre said, "You're staying right here until I know you won't storm the Barton mansion and kill the man."
"Treize was, I admired the man even if I hated his ideas," Heero mumbled. "It could have been an accident but - "
"But someone like Treize, with all his skills, just doesn't die in a car accident," Quatre interrupted. "I know. We have to get Dekim the right way, or we're just like him."
"Very well," Heero mumbled half heartedly.
Quatre narrowed his eyes. "If it makes you feel any better, I think Dorothy is still angry with me."
"It does," Heero conceded.
"I'm screwed," Quatre muttered.
***
"There was a raid?" Hilde exclaimed, then hugged Duo. "Oh God! Are you alright? What happened? Are you feeling okay? Is it shutting down? You look unwell!"
"I'm fine, Hilde," Duo muttered, backing away from Hilde. "Drugs, apparently."
"But Mr Winner has a strict policy against drugs!" Hilde protested. "It couldn't have been that, the police must have been after him!"
Duo gave Hilde a long look. "You know something about this?"
She fidgeted, "Well yeah. Everyone knows something. Old man Barton is out for Winner blood. Everyone knows that."
"You know why?" Duo asked tiredly.
"You know that rich boy who died about six months ago? A son of the city as the newspapers declared?" Hilde looked ready to scoff but then merely shook her head sadly. "Barton thinks that Mr Winner was somehow involved, Barton wants to get him," Hilde muttered.
"And you still want to work there?"
"It's not like I, or you, have much choice!" Hilde yelled. "We're two twenty somethings with a high school diploma and not much else. You need more in this city to get a decent job."
"I know, Hilde, but just. I would have wanted a bit a warning before twenty cops swarmed the building last night," Duo said, sitting down on the worn out sofa currently function as his bed as well.
"Probably," Hilde murmured, sitting next to him. "Hey, was he there?"
"Who?"
She rolled her eyes. "You know, kind of short, but dark and handsome? He works for Mr Winner?"
"Oh, him…" Duo said. "Yeah he was there. Didn't seem interested in me at all. Practically ran off after this scary blonde cop spoke with him for a while."
"Pity," Hilde mourned. "I was looking forward to living through you. God, our love lives suck so much at the moment."
"Yeah," Duo had to agree.