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Blackmail	By : Gimmechan Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 1994 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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An unease began to settle over Prowl, putting him on edge, making him wary.
He felt like he was being watched, tracked. He had no doubt his recent addition to the group had been noticed by Jazz's lookouts. And that they had to be investigating him, sizing him up, seeing what threat he might pose to their boss, their organization. Gathering as much information about him as they could.
It wasn't as if these tactics hadn't been used on Prowl before. Therefore, he remained vigilant, ever watchful of his surroundings.
It was only a few decacycles later things turned a touch strange.
He had just picked up Bluestreak from the Academy. They walked back to their quarters, Bluestreak chatting away to him about the events of his day. Prowl would smile and nod to show that, yes, he was listening.
They took the elevator to their floor and were walking down the hall toward their quarters when Prowl came to a dead stop. He saw light streaming into the hall. A thin bright line from a door left slightly ajar.
Their door.
He grabbed Bluestreak, pressing him firmly back against the wall before drawing his weapon from subspace. "Stay here. Don't move. Don't say a word. Understood?"
Bluestreak gave him a quick nod, fear etched on his face. Turning, Prowl's optics locked on the door. He moved until he was at the edge of the door frame, carefully peering in, his gaze roaming over every inch of the living room.
Seeing no movement and nothing out of place he stepped in, shutting and locking the door behind him. Coding it, so if there was anyone in their quarters they wouldn't be able to leave through the door. Eliminating the chance of them running into the hall, into Bluestreak.
He opened the new comm line he'd had installed only a few cycles before. Range answered and Prowl quickly relayed the situation. Range informed him they would be at Prowl's quarters as soon as possible and would be bringing a team with them. Cutting the comm line off once he was assured back up was on the way, Prowl began to slowly search each room.
Nothing.
No one was there.
And he couldn't find a single thing missing.
Only in his room did he find things to be….off. Various items had been moved, just slightly. As though picked up and handled, looked over before being set down again. He didn't have anything of great value. Only personal items; images and mementos.
What could they have possibly been looking for? It didn't make any sense.
Walking back to the living room he unlocked and opened the door calling Bluestreak inside. At Bluestreak's slight trembling, Prowl pulled him close and stroked his helm, softly assuring him everything was fine.
As the team of Enforcers began to arrive, Bluestreak latched onto Prowl's hand and arm, pressing close, following Prowl at his side wherever he went. Never once did Prowl tell him to stop or try to free himself from Bluestreak's tight grip but every now and then would give Bluestreak's hand a gentle reassuring squeeze.
It took several orns for the Enforcer team to sweep every inch of Prowl's quarters looking for any kind of video or audio recording device.
None were found.
Prowl thanked the team as they filed out. He stopped his supervisor before he left, requesting the next cycle off to install better security. Dodger swiftly granted the request as he pulled from subspace a data chip to a reputable security agency, handing it over to Prowl before bidding them good night.
Once more Prowl closed and locked the door, venting a weary sigh as he stared at the data chip in his hand. The feeling of Bluestreak leaning his helm against his arm pulled his gaze downward as Bluestreak looked up at him with dim weary optics. "I'm tired."
Prowl gave him a soft smile. "Me too. Let's get some recharge."
Bluestreak pressed his chevroned forehead against Prowl's side and asked in a small voice. "Can I recharge with you?"
Reaching out with his other hand, Prowl cupped Bluestreak's helm, hugging him close to his frame. "Of course."
Prowl turned, shutting off lights as he walked to his room, Bluestreak followed still clinging to his arm. He settled them in his berth, Bluestreak curled against him, before turning off the light. His little brother fell into recharge almost immediately. Prowl was not so lucky. His mind wandered, curious to know why someone would break in, steal nothing, leave no trace, no taps, nothing. It seemed pointless, senseless.
Eventually, Prowl labeled it as an intimidation tactic and drifted off to recharge.
After walking Bluestreak to the Academy the next morning, Prowl bought all he would need to set up his own security system and reinforcements. He really didn't trust anyone else to do it and after the system was installed there were no further incidences.
For more than four decacycles, there was peace. The criminal ring he researched and monitored seemed to slow to a crawl. Jazz allowed himself to be seen less and less in public. This was good and bad.
Good that that crime had almost stopped, bad because that meant they might be planning something big or relocating. Either way Jazz was still out there and if he disappeared off the radar completely they'd have no leads and no idea where the crime rings were moving.
It was frustrating.
With work still unfinished, Prowl met and walked Bluestreak back to their quarters before turning around and returning to the Enforcer Station. He didn't have to worry about Bluestreak, they've gone through this routine before and he was safe in their quarters with a communication device at the ready should he need anything.
Prowl worked late into the night. Looking through files and stacks of information concerning robberies, murders, kidnappings, anything. Trying hard to find something that might indicate why Jazz and his group were dropping off the map.
Nothing. After finding nothing after orns of looking, Prowl called it a night. He walked slowly down the street. He didn't really feel like heading back to his quarters just yet. Looking around he spotted a bar he and Range had gone to on a few occasions to unwind. He felt like he needed to unwind right now. And while he rarely drank high grade (after all he had Bluestreak to look after and he needed to always conduct him as a proper role model), tonight felt like a night he could indulge and have a cube.
He walked to the bar, walking into thumping loud music, smoke, and noise. Surprisingly, all a welcomed distraction for his one track mind. Seating himself at the far end of the bar, he quietly ordered a standard cube of high grade. Sipping at it, slowly enjoying it. So good. Prowl sighed and let himself relax a touch as a pleasant wave of warmth washed over him.
Loud yells and catcalls from the dance floor had Prowl turning around. The mechs out on the dance floor had formed a circle and were cheering on a single dancer in the center. The mech had his back to Prowl but the praxian watched anyway as the mech moved and danced with a fluid sensuality Prowl knew he could never match. He had never been a graceful dancer. He couldn't help but smile a touch as the crowd cheered the mech on. The dancer's movements were alluring, smooth, flowing like liquid. He was actually very pleasant to watch.
Until he turned around.
Prowl suddenly found himself looking straight at one very familiar visored mech.
Jazz.
And at that moment, Jazz looked right at him, gazes locked. Prowl quickly turned away, hunching over his drink.
He was torn.
Leave or stay.
On one hand, he bore nothing on him that indicated his Enforcer status and he doubted Jazz was briefed on every new Enforcer in Iacon which could afford him an opportunity to watch Jazz, maybe even follow him, gain information on the situation with the crime ring. On the other, where Jazz went so did his bodyguards as well as other lackeys and they probably knew what Prowl was.
He didn't get time to make a decision as he risked a quick glance over his shoulder to see Jazz swaggering toward him, one very over charged smile on his face. Prowl looked down at his drink and silently cursed.
He froze, tensing when he felt the mech come right up behind him, right in between his doorwings, almost pressing against his back. Two arms caged him in on either side. Black hands resting against the bar as Jazz leaned in close, breath caressing his audio. Prowl could smell the high grade on him. The mech had to of had a large amount.
"I couldn' help but notice ya from th' dance floor. Handsome mech like you shouldn' be sittin' all by himself."
Jazz leaned in closer, tilting his head to see more of Prowl's face. Prowl didn't respond, he continued to look down at his drink. Jazz leaned in more, lips brushing briefly, intimately against his audio. "Would ya like some company? Hmmm?"
Jazz raised a hand to stroke the top of a doorwing but Prowl flinched away. The dark hand hesitated then dropped. "M'ma comin' on too strong?"
Prowl glanced quickly at Jazz's face. There was no recognition there, Jazz didn't know who he was. He decided to play along. See where this leads. Prowl gave Jazz a small smile. "A little."
Jazz pulled away, stepping from behind Prowl to lean his back against the bar next to him, gracing him with one very big flirtatious and charming smile. "My apologies. Not my intention ta run ya off."
Small smile carefully in place, Prowl looked at Jazz. "I'm still here."
Jazz's grin grew. "Don' recall seein' ya 'round here before, gotta a name?"
"Prowl."
"Prowl, huh? I'm Jazz. Ya passin' through here, Prowl?"
"Yes. Only here for another cycle."
"I see. And what brings ya ta the great city a' Iacon?"
"Business."
"Ah, yes, business. An' what business might that be?"
"Trade. It's for a small company, I doubt you've heard of it."
Jazz nodded and leaned closer. "Gotta a place ta stay fer the night?"
"Yes."
"Wanna better place ta stay? I can offer ya one."
At Prowl's shocked silence Jazz leaned in close, visor leveling with blue optics. "Come home with me. I promise ta show ya a good time."
Jazz reached out and gently removed the cube of high grade from Prowl's hand, setting it aside. "An' I got some of th' sweetest high grade that'll ever pass through yer lips. Much better than this stuff. You can have as much as ya like."
Prowl quickly analyzed the situation. This could be a trap. But what would be the point of Jazz attacking him? He was simply an Enforcer on a team that shadowed him. As far as Jazz knew they didn't even have enough to arrest him on. As far as Jazz was concerned, Prowl basically posed no threat and he had never heard of Jazz or his crew so much as raising a weapon in the team's direction.
But was it a good idea?
This whole situation was a blessing. Here was Jazz offering to take him to his home, no Enforcer knew where that was. And if they knew where Jazz's home was they could better monitor the crime ring. See where they were going and what they were up to and Prowl doubted another opportunity like this would present itself again anytime soon.
He needed to get a hold of the team, let them know what was happening. But he couldn't with Jazz so close, he might hear.
Jazz must have taken his silence as hesitation as he shifted closer. "No attachments, no commitments, just fun. What ya say?"
Having read so much on Jazz, Prowl was aware it wasn't uncommon for the mech to take lovers away with him from various bars. None had ever reported being harmed. That wasn't exactly any kind of guarantee but it was something to go on.
Prowl decided to take the plunge. Given the circumstances, it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. He made sure his reply sounded hesitant and slightly unsure. "Alright."
Jazz grinned and surprised Prowl by leaning in and giving him a quick gentle kiss.
"Ya won' regret it, I promise."
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