Alyssa did not have to wait long for her detective to show up but his words muted her fun a little,<span style="font-style: italic">"Sorry Cheri. One time use. You think I would give you something to use against me?â€ </span>Still she held the bottle and looked at a little, â€œWhy would I want to use it on you me amour?â€ She smiled and spoke in her actual tone of voice once more, â€œStill I might just keep it anyway.â€ She said in a teasing manner since she was thinking of analyzing the contents to perhaps find a quick antidote so he could not use it against her. The man had other plans obviously though since he came close enough to run his hand down her arm raiseing goose bumps on the exposed flesh. She was having such strong reactions to this man that she did not have with anyone else. Perhaps it had something to do with his dangerous allure. Or it could have to do with the way he heated her body up as he kissed the soft, delicate, flesh exposed at her neck. Unlike with Bobby she had to hold back an actual moan from the fell of his hot lips on her skin but the kisses ended when he stole the bottle which made her pout. Whether it was because he had stopped or because he had distracted her to steal it was up in the air.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Cheri...even when I am as you so often call me...out loud you have...Jeckle...you make my blood boil."</span>She did, did she? She thought and had to hide her pleasure in hearing that since he had the same effect on her,<span style="font-style: italic">â€œI cannot however, give in to my primal urges. You are the one who boils my blood yet you hate me so. It is such bitter irony." </span>Mentally she sighed and nodded her head, â€˜Good. Good, one of us has toâ€¦ Wait, did he say hate? Why would she hate him when she had not shown him an ounce of aggression?â€ She scowled as he beat the shit of the man after waking him up to get information. Not a word slipped from her lips since she did not want Markelos to appear weak or cowed by an angry comment when he was interrogating. He was very good at it though and she decided right now that she never wanted to be on the receiving end of his technique.<br/><br/>Alyssa jumped slightly when the man was shot but hid her surprise quickly. She never killed anyone in her life since she always planned out everything to the most minuscule event. Right then she knew there was a lot more to this man than just being a detective since police did not usually shoot unless they were under fire themselves. She let him grip her arm after dropping something since he said the place was going<span style="font-style: italic">â€œup in flames.â€ </span>When they reached the car the place did indeed go<span style="font-style: italic">â€˜boomâ€™ </span>causing pieces of the place to rain down in places,<span style="font-style: italic">"Get in cheri. We have a long flight to tracking down the painting."</span><br/><br/>She stood there by her door and crossed her arms under her chest with a glare set right on him. She contemplated not getting in but she knew cops would come soon and she did not need their attention again tonight. So when she got in she slammed the door and waited almost a minute to begin talking, â€œListen here.â€ She said with irritation making her true accent thicker which just irritated her more, â€œDo not think you know my emotions at all. You do not. Do not say that I hate you when I never had. If I hated you I would have tried to put you out of commission a long time ago.â€ The whole time she did not look at him since she had the strongest urge to punch him right now, â€œI will not lie to you that I have my issues with you knowing what I look like now but I am not a murderer. I may injure you, but mostly I would go into hiding. So no, I would not<span style="font-style: italic">â€˜Get rid of you when we finish this case.â€™</span>" She spoke that last part in a voice that mocked his own almost to perfection but her accent crept into his own giving it an odd inflection.<br/><br/>Finally she turned to look at him once they were heading more into the city, â€œYou may also say you are a detective but now I believe it as a cover.â€ She almost stopped herself from saying all this since she had a feeling knowing too much about him might end her up like Bobby, â€œCopâ€™s donâ€™t kill in cold blood, or own an AI vehicle, or carry the weapons you use. What do you really do Markelos?â€ This time she was just being stubborn since her irritation had subsided a little after her little rant.