"They'll catch you here, you know."

It had been days since Derrick had last seen the elusive Sailor Nea, but at long last, she'd returned to him, and once again came with a tape that would make him an even richer man.

The orange haired senshi turned and tiled her head at him, one eyebrow raised. She was a wonder. A dangerous wonder, but a wonder nonetheless.

"So I won't come here anymore, then."

"That's not what I meant," he scoffed, his hand absentmindedly playing with the remote. "I just figured I'd be a nice guy and give you a head's up. Lot of people are after you at this point. They can't figure out how I get the tapes, so I'm practically always under surveillance these days."

Nealite rolled her eyes. Some nice guy he was, all right.

There had been a reason she'd chosen this news reporter (aside from his handsome looks, of course), and it hadn't been because he seemed like a nice guy. Opposite, in fact, and he thankfully hadn't failed her. No, Derrick Sanders was a man after money, and didn't mind cashing in on the misfortunes of others to get that money. Three or four times now, she'd come back and visited him, and he welcomed the opportunity to air her tapes at his station. The tapes made her famous, and the tapes made him money, so both of them profited in what they desired. But nice guy, Derrick Sanders was not.

"You'll deal."

He watched her rise from her chair, and it was his turn to tilt his head. After the last visit, they'd begun a tradition of watching the videos before she left. She seemed to get a kick out of watching both herself on the television as well as gauge his reaction to the chaos she caused.

Unfortunately for her, though, Derrick could give less of a ******** what she showed him. As long as it didn't affect his way of living, he didn't care, and he wouldn't care. His job was to report the news with a brilliant white smile, not give a ******** about the newly orphaned children or homes being burned down.

"Will you be back?"

Nea paused at the window, turning to stare at him for a few moments longer. He'd certainly proven himself useful with her previous tapes, but she knew there'd be nothing to stop him from selling her out once the money stopped coming in from them. By that point, though, she hoped this charade would be well over with and she could return back to being Nealite, faithful secretary and schemer, instead of the (gorgeous) Sailor Nea she currently was.

"Maybe."

Adding a shrug to her response, she turned back towards the window and crawled her way out.