Hidden Part 2
Quatre leaned back in his seat and took a deep breath. Damn it all to hell anyway. How did Trowa do it? How did just the sight of the damn man throw him so badly off balance? Anyone else who acted in such a high handed fashion would have been put firmly into their place. He had no intention of hiding. He wanted to catch the bastards- and hiding someplace wasn't going to let him do that. It wasn't like he was irreplaceable after all...
Trowa and Rashid slid into the car and for a moment, Quatre thought again about delivering the scathing lecture anyone else would've gotten. Just like he'd wanted to do the moment Trowa had ordered his assistant around- and Quatre had gotten the feeling that Trowa had wanted him to be mad. That Trowa was actually inviting his anger...
Why would Trowa want Quatre to be angry at him?
It was so rare to get a flash of feeling from Trowa- he just didn't seem to feel very strongly about anything. But it had been unmistakable... Why would Trowa feel that way?
"So how did Une manage to convince Cathy that you needed to do this job for her? Volunteered for target practice?" He said aloud, putting the conundrum to the side for a moment.
"If only. No, she simply pointed out that all the pilots might be a target and that I'd be safer with you. Course she didn't tell us that you refused to take basic precautions," Trowa drawled and Quatre shook his head.
"I always take basic precautions," he pointed out, his mind clicking away. So Une did think all the pilots might be targets as well? She hadn't agreed with him when he'd suggested it earlier. Was it just a way to get Trowa here- or did she know something that she wasn't telling him?
He'd have to arrange a talk with her later.
The other pilots were safe enough. Relena had been bundled off to an undisclosed location and the other three were with her. But Trowa... well, he'd meant to keep Trowa at his home- that was safe enough- but Trowa apparently wasn't going to cooperate.
"Basic isn't enough," Trowa said sharply. "They've already tried twice."
"I know, I was there."
Rashid smothered a chuckle and Trowa sighed. "And afterwards you didn't think that maybe you should be a little more careful than usual?"
"I want to catch the people doing this, not hide from them."
"So you're playing bait?"
Before Quatre could retort, his phone rang. Fishing it out of his pocket, he checked the number and repressed a sigh. "Damn it, Rashid, did I have an event tonight?"
"Yes," Rashid replied with a faint smile. "I told you that you should put your assistant in charge of your social obligations too. It's the Opera."
"Opera?" Trowa repeated. "No way in hell! Are you crazy? With all those civilians around?"
"That's a good excuse!" Quatre flipped open the phone. "Hello darling," he said and paused. Suzanne didn't sound pleased, but that was normal. "No, I'm not late, I can't go. Assassination attempts- surely you've seen the news? Yes, of course I should've called..."
Suzanne was still not appeased, but Quatre let her rage for a moment. He'd gotten the faintest hint of... jealousy? His eyes flicked over Trowa, but the other man was staring out the side window, apparently not paying the least attention to him.
"I really do apologize, it's just been a bit hectic," he said when Suzanne paused for a breath. "Look, once this is all squared away, I'll call you."
Trowa suddenly leaned over and muttered something to Rashid that Quatre couldn't hear over Suzanne's voice in his ear.
Rashid looked in the rear view mirror and then cast a glance over his shoulder.
Ah.
Quatre turned and looked out the back window. A black car- shaded windows- and was that a glint on the right side? "Sorry darling," he said into the phone. "It looks like they might be trying again. I'll call you later."
TBC...
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