Big Bad Beast
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Morning, Charlene. He stopped by the front desk and took the mail from the perky fox admin, who always had a smile. Everything going all right?
Yep. We have visitors, though. Detective MacDermot and Marcella Malone of KZS.
Any problems?
Dont think so. Theyre in one of the training rooms.
Good. Thanks.
Knowing that Dee-Ann hated to be interrupted during her workout, Ric headed straight for his office. As soon as he stepped inside, he knew that the She-wolf had been there. Her scent still lingered and shed left a report on his desk, along with a note.
We need to talk.Dee
Vividly remembering the last twenty minutes of his conversation with Lock: Lets face it, youll never hold on to Dee, so when she dumps youwhich will be way sooner than laterjust accept it. Youll be better off and live longer, Ric couldnt shake the feeling he had, in fact, been dumped. Already. Talk about not giving a guy a chance.
Annoyed and with no intention of listening to the bears advice on this particular subject, Ric crumpled up the note and tossed it into the trash can. Thats when he saw little Abby Vega dancing outside his office, her little wolfdog or wolf-coyoteto be honest, they hadnt been able to tell specifically what she was and no one could get close enough to find out by scent or blood testsfeet prancing.
Hi, Abby. You okay? Did she need a walk? God, he hoped not. That would just be beyond the realm of weird.
She barked, ran away, charged back, barked.
He remembered to have patience and decided not to tell her to cut the crap, shift already, and tell him what she wanted him to know. Do you need me to see something? he asked, tempted to add
Lassie to the end of that.
She nodded and started off again.
Ric followed Abby down several hallways until they reached the room with the training ring where Group members practiced hand-to-hand combat.
Unfortunately, Ric couldnt really see what was going on. It seemed that everyone in the Group had stuffed themselves inside or at the big windows that looked in.
Abby crouched down and crawled on the floor, but Ric wasnt about to do that. He had his dignity. Instead, he pushed his way in, ignoring the snarls, growls, and nips that followed.
The fist slammed into Dees throat and she dropped to her knees. Malone moved on her, swinging at her again, but Dee caught her arm, yanked the She-tiger in, and turned her, dropping her to the mat. She then pushed her knee into Malones chest and twisted her arm up and away from her body.
While Dee was trying to get Malone to submit, she heard a soft throat clear and looked up into pretty brown eyes glaring at her from under scowling brows.
Shit.
Her grip loosened on Malones arm and the She-tiger brought up her leg and slammed her knee into the upper part of Dees back, sending her crashing into the ropes of the ring, which had her flying back and right into Malones waiting fist.
That was pretty much the last thing Dee remembered for quite a bit until Malone slapped her and yelled, Wake up, Smith!
Dee opened her eyes. Thank you very much, she snapped.
You let that pretty face distract you. Mistake number one. She handed Dee a damp cloth to wipe the blood off. Would it make you feel better if I said you almost had me? Taking her time, Dee sat up. When she felt stable, she reached out and cuffed the side of Malones head.
Hey!
Help me up.
Malone gripped her arm and yanked Dee to her feet.
Can you stand on your own?
Yeah.
Malone released her and Dee immediately held up a finger. Dont hit me again. Malone lowered her fist and grinned. Im glad to see youre still the toughest canine Ive ever met. Still not feline, though. Ya gotta work on your finesse, Smith.
Heres your finesse, she offered, raising her middle finger while she searched the thinning crowd now that the fight was over. She didnt see Ric, so she went between the ropes and jumped down.
Hey, Malone called out. You want me to come along and help you smooth things over with your boss?
Hes my supervisor and I cant blame you for everything if youre standing right beside me, now can I?
Excellent point. Malone, still in the mood to tussle, held out her arms. Anybody else up for a little
A male tiger leaped into the ring and Malone shook her head. Forget it.
Oh, come on. You and me, lets go for it.
Still wiping her face with the cloth, Dee made her way to Rics office. She found him behind his desk, seething.
I know what youre thinking she began.
What part of make this work were you not clear on? he asked, sitting back in his fancy office chair, fingers interlacing over his flat stomach.
Dee walked up to the desk. Its not what you think.
You two werent beating the hell out of each other in the ring on Group territory?
All right, it is what you think, but it wasnt done viciously or anything. Were actually getting along. Wouldnt say were friends, but after I fell off that building last night she Ric held his hand up. You fell off a building?
Yep. We have visitors, though. Detective MacDermot and Marcella Malone of KZS.
Any problems?
Dont think so. Theyre in one of the training rooms.
Good. Thanks.
Knowing that Dee-Ann hated to be interrupted during her workout, Ric headed straight for his office. As soon as he stepped inside, he knew that the She-wolf had been there. Her scent still lingered and shed left a report on his desk, along with a note.
We need to talk.Dee
Vividly remembering the last twenty minutes of his conversation with Lock: Lets face it, youll never hold on to Dee, so when she dumps youwhich will be way sooner than laterjust accept it. Youll be better off and live longer, Ric couldnt shake the feeling he had, in fact, been dumped. Already. Talk about not giving a guy a chance.
Annoyed and with no intention of listening to the bears advice on this particular subject, Ric crumpled up the note and tossed it into the trash can. Thats when he saw little Abby Vega dancing outside his office, her little wolfdog or wolf-coyoteto be honest, they hadnt been able to tell specifically what she was and no one could get close enough to find out by scent or blood testsfeet prancing.
Hi, Abby. You okay? Did she need a walk? God, he hoped not. That would just be beyond the realm of weird.
She barked, ran away, charged back, barked.
He remembered to have patience and decided not to tell her to cut the crap, shift already, and tell him what she wanted him to know. Do you need me to see something? he asked, tempted to add
Lassie to the end of that.
She nodded and started off again.
Ric followed Abby down several hallways until they reached the room with the training ring where Group members practiced hand-to-hand combat.
Unfortunately, Ric couldnt really see what was going on. It seemed that everyone in the Group had stuffed themselves inside or at the big windows that looked in.
Abby crouched down and crawled on the floor, but Ric wasnt about to do that. He had his dignity. Instead, he pushed his way in, ignoring the snarls, growls, and nips that followed.
The fist slammed into Dees throat and she dropped to her knees. Malone moved on her, swinging at her again, but Dee caught her arm, yanked the She-tiger in, and turned her, dropping her to the mat. She then pushed her knee into Malones chest and twisted her arm up and away from her body.
While Dee was trying to get Malone to submit, she heard a soft throat clear and looked up into pretty brown eyes glaring at her from under scowling brows.
Shit.
Her grip loosened on Malones arm and the She-tiger brought up her leg and slammed her knee into the upper part of Dees back, sending her crashing into the ropes of the ring, which had her flying back and right into Malones waiting fist.
That was pretty much the last thing Dee remembered for quite a bit until Malone slapped her and yelled, Wake up, Smith!
Dee opened her eyes. Thank you very much, she snapped.
You let that pretty face distract you. Mistake number one. She handed Dee a damp cloth to wipe the blood off. Would it make you feel better if I said you almost had me? Taking her time, Dee sat up. When she felt stable, she reached out and cuffed the side of Malones head.
Hey!
Help me up.
Malone gripped her arm and yanked Dee to her feet.
Can you stand on your own?
Yeah.
Malone released her and Dee immediately held up a finger. Dont hit me again. Malone lowered her fist and grinned. Im glad to see youre still the toughest canine Ive ever met. Still not feline, though. Ya gotta work on your finesse, Smith.
Heres your finesse, she offered, raising her middle finger while she searched the thinning crowd now that the fight was over. She didnt see Ric, so she went between the ropes and jumped down.
Hey, Malone called out. You want me to come along and help you smooth things over with your boss?
Hes my supervisor and I cant blame you for everything if youre standing right beside me, now can I?
Excellent point. Malone, still in the mood to tussle, held out her arms. Anybody else up for a little
A male tiger leaped into the ring and Malone shook her head. Forget it.
Oh, come on. You and me, lets go for it.
Still wiping her face with the cloth, Dee made her way to Rics office. She found him behind his desk, seething.
I know what youre thinking she began.
What part of make this work were you not clear on? he asked, sitting back in his fancy office chair, fingers interlacing over his flat stomach.
Dee walked up to the desk. Its not what you think.
You two werent beating the hell out of each other in the ring on Group territory?
All right, it is what you think, but it wasnt done viciously or anything. Were actually getting along. Wouldnt say were friends, but after I fell off that building last night she Ric held his hand up. You fell off a building?
