by Chicago

Disclaimer- Characters belong to DC Comics, borrowed for fun, not for profit.

Follows - "Fugitive Endeavor"

Rated: PG for language


Jen turned down the music she had playing with a frown. "Kyle?" she called. When no answer came she rushed into the living room where Kyle sat riveted in front of the television. "What-"

He made an impatient shushing gesture and turned up the TV.

"... sent the independent counsel scrambling to re-establish the basis of their case against Lex Luthor in the Wayne frame-up. The President is expected to speak at -"

Kyle clicked off the television, throwing the remote against the wall, cracking it and sending the batteries rolling to opposite corners of the room.

"What happened?" Jade asked urgently.

"Stupid Supreme Court!" Kyle rose to his feet and began pacing the room. "I know it's an exception, but still-"

"They ruled against it," Jen breathed in sudden understanding, sinking down onto the couch. "But without J'onn's testimony-"

"I know!" Kyle snapped. "Damn damn -"

The ringing of the phone interrupted his tirade, and he snatched the receiver out of the cradle. "Yeah?... Yeah, I just heard. What the hell are they... yeah. Yeah, okay."

Kyle listened for a minute, then sighed. "It's just so damned frustrating! ... Yeah, I'll cover. Later."

Jen looked up at him anxiously.

"Wally," he identified. "J'onn's supposed to have tonight's shift, but -" he broke off, running a hand through his hair.

Jen rose and crossed to him, wrapping her arms around him.

"I thought we finally had him. We could finally get that lying asshole out of office-"

"I know," she murmured. "I know."

He sighed again, finally returning her embrace, holding her tightly for a moment. "It's just - he really crossed a line this time, you know? And there's no way they'll get Cain to talk, and even if he would, it would just lead back to someone who's probably dead or disappeared, and-"

Jen kissed Kyle's cheek gently. "It's a setback," she agreed. "But Kyle, the people know. Even if there's reasonable doubt, he can't wash away the fact that he was implicated in an attempted murder."

"He's been implicated before he became President. It's like he's teflon or something."

"But he's made a bad misstep. And he'll make more."

"Or he'll just get sneakier and harder for us to catch," Kyle despaired.

"Kyle," Jen interrupted him, catching his eyes and gazing at him steadily. "Every mistake he makes is one step closer to nailing him. And this time I think he messed with the wrong billionaire."

Kyle stared at her for a second, then let out a bitter sounding chuckle. "Oh yeah. And the wrong billionaire's telepathic boyfriend."

Jen smiled. "See? It's a setback, but he's backing himself into a tight corner."

"Yeah," Kyle said thoughtfully, then tightened his arms around her again. "But sometimes cornered people get really dangerous."

Jen closed her eyes and tried not to think about how right he was.


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