by Julia456 » Thu Mar 11, 2010 12:48 am
And now... the end of our story!
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Nothing improved a lousy vacation like a hot new romance.
Kat was feeling pretty good the next morning as they arrived at the sports park. Her leg hurt less, her ego was doing very well, thank you, and she was looking forward to losing the fight against temptation the next time she had Josh alone in a nice dark room with a locked door.
But before they could get to that, Team Steel had one final loose end to tie up.
Last night they hadn't told the cops anything after all. They'd made it outside, waffled on the issue, then decided just to get in the van and split, letting the Miami PD put the puzzle together.
It had less to do with preserving their secret identities and more to do with the fact that Berto was terrible at coming up with lies and his two teammates had been, uh, preoccupied. In Kat's defense, though, it turned out that Josh was a really good kisser.
He was also an overprotective boyfriend, for all that their relationship was less than twelve hours old. "I can walk by myself," she snapped, jerking her away from him on their trip across the parking lot. It was a tricky maneuver on crutches, but she managed it.
"Yeah, but not well," he said. He was right, darn him. "So watch out, okay?"
" 'Watch out'?" she demanded, instantly indignant. "Watch out for what? It's just a fracture. Unless we're up against a first-class bad guy, I can handle it. Even then I'd get in a few good hits, and you know it."
He leaned in and murmured, "Just play along, and you can boss me around later."
Whew. That was just hot enough that she had to give in. Not without a few more grumbles and a lot of dark scowls, of course – but she was a good girl for the rest of the walk up to the MegaPark's entrance.
Berto had been maintaining obliviousness through fierce determination and the help of an earpiece tuned to the police scanner. "They're almost here," he warned now. "We've got a couple of minutes, at most."
"This shouldn't take long," Kat said. She did the thump-swing-hop crutch routine towards a suspiciously perky blonde ponytail dressed in the MegaPark uniform. Kelly turned around as Kat and her two-man backup approached.
"Kat!" Kelly exclaimed, rushing over to them. "Omigosh! How are you feeling? I've been like so worried!"
Kat chuffed. "What is that, bomber's remorse?"
Kelly's eyes widened and she darted glances between Kat, Josh, and Berto. Suddenly she looked less like a lollipop unicorn and more like a cornered fox. A point in her favor, though – she dropped the BS. "I didn't have a choice? I mean, you see how awful this place is, right? It was all for the cause!"
Terrorists and their causes. If Kat had a nickel every time she'd heard some nutjob wailing about the cause, she'd be… okay, she'd be marginally more rich than she secretly was already.
So she gave Kelly's plea the respect it deserved: none. "What was? Trying to kill innocent civilians, or trying to kill me?"
"No!" Kelly blurted, stepping closer to Kat and grabbing her arm. "No, no, it wasn't - I-I wasn't trying to hurt you!"
Josh, demonstrating his new Overprotective Boyfriend mode, shoved Kelly back before Kat had the chance. "You've got a funny way of showing it," he told her. The scowl in his voice was (Kat had to admit) also kind of hot.
Right on cue: police sirens.
Kelly's attention was jolted to the entrance, where a SWAT van had just pulled up behind what looked like half of the Miami PD's squad cars.
"You didn't," Kelly gasped.
"We did," Kat said cheerfully. "And no, I won't autograph your prison jumpsuit."
She was betting on Kelly to make a run for it, despite the SWAT guys, so she was surprised when Kelly chose to use her last few moments of freedom in another fashion.
Kelly whirled on Kat. The rainbows disappeared under a sudden thunderstorm of dark nastiness – the sort of crazy evil that would plant bombs in a sports park.
"I won't be in there forever," Kelly snarled at her. "And when I get out, I'm going to make you sorry. You should've been my friend! That's all I wanted! That's all I wanted!"
The cops swooped down then, and there was a lot of shouting about hands over your head and get down get down and step away. Kat, Josh, and Berto played innocent bystanders and allowed the police to reassure them as Kelly was Mirandized and dragged, kicking and screaming, towards the squad cars. More cops streamed past them into the park, presumably in search of evidence for Richard Shine's deviant business practices.
Berto looked on the bright side. "Well, at least Kelly and Richard will have lots to talk about while the police are taking their fingerprints."
Josh said, "Maybe they'll form the first prison chapter of the Kat Ryan Fan Club."
"I have a fan club?" Kat asked, choosing not to hear the anguished wail of "Kat! Please! We can still be friiiieeennnds!" from the direction of the parking lot.
"Sure." Josh ticked off the members on his fingers. "Me, Berto, and that kid with the freckles."
Berto said, "And all of our good friends here at the Magic City Extreme Sports MegaPark."
Kelly's wail finally cut off as the cops slammed the patrol car door shut.
"Oh yeah," Josh said, nodding at Berto. "Can't forget them."
It was Kat's job to act annoyed, but she was feeling too good. She wrinkled her nose and waved it off. "If that's fame, I'll pass."
"C'mon, Kat," Josh said, teasing and obviously angling for some kind of head injury. "Being a star has lots of perks."
She pretended to consider it. "Nah… I think I'll stop being so good and start becoming a has-been, just like you."
"Ouch," Berto said.
Josh grinned, slung an arm around her shoulders, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Hey - that's no way to talk to the president of your fan club."
"Yeah, whatever," she said, rolling her eyes, but she was smiling like an idiot.