"Are you sure about this?" Theresa asked of her partner in crime, voice barely raised about a whisper. Blue eyes, with a hint of green, flickering over to her partner's shadowed form.
"About as sure as I am about everything else," Fitzgerald replied without pause, thin lips curving up into his trademarked mischievous smirk.
"So, not that sure at all," she grumbled as she shook her head, multicoloured curls bouncing from the action.
"Pretty much Rainbow Bright, but that's part of the adventure," he responded prior to letting out a low chuckle, eyes glimmering with a hint of amusement. Remark made, he straightened himself up on his knees to peer into the window that the two of them were crouched below. A quick scan of the dimly lit room was taken before he ducked back down. "Coast is clear unless they happen to have an invisible alarm system."
With another shake of her head, Theresa began to crawl over the short distance between her and the cement steps that indicated the house's back door. Back pressed against the faded slate blue siding of the house, she slowly slid up into a standing position. Sneaking a quick peek into the back door she waved Fitzgerald over. "Go, go gadget lock pick," she muttered just loud enough for her friend to hear as she waited on the steps for him to join her once again.
Meanwhile, Fitzgerald waited, poised to scamper over as soon as the signal came. Hand raised, he brushed a few strands of dark brown hair from his face, matching coloured eyes still locked on the mostly still form of Theresa the entire time. Catching sight of the agreed upon wave he set off, keeping low to the ground. Arriving at the door, he crouched down against his partner's legs, tilting his head up to flash her a grin. "Inspector Gadget at your service," he announced loud enough for her to hear as he slipped his trusty lock pick kit out from one of his many coat pockets.
"Standard issue lock, deadbolt doesn't appear to be engaged," Theresa rambled off as Fitzgerald took a look through his kit. "You know the drill, more than two minutes means I take over."
"Yea, yea, I know Rainbow Bright," he mumbled as he set to work, listening for the familiar click that meant he was successful at his designated task. "One potato... two potatoes... three potatoes," he began to count to himself in a sing song voice, working the small pin carefully around the inside of the keyhole.
"You and your potatoes," Theresa teased, stealing a glance down at her watch. "One more minute and your lucky potato song will have failed Inspector," she noted with a gleeful little giggle.
"It doesn't work until you insult it," he pointed out with a short laugh of his own. "Almost there now, and I'll even have time to spare Mrs. Potatohead," he added quietly, pressing his cheek up against the door. A small click sounding out as soon as his cheek made contact with the wood surface of the door. "And lucky eight potatoes has it again."
"Oh, whatever, just open the door already," Theresa remarked with a roll of her eyes as Fitzgerald stood up; door knob turning with a flick of his wrist at the same time. "Congrats Mr. Potatohead, it took you nearly two minutes to break into our house. Sure glad this wasn't a life or death situation."
"Can't always be quick about everything. Plus, some of us don't spend our free time practicing on familiar, easy locks," he retorted with a smirk, nudging the door the rest of the way open.
Door now opened, Theresa stepped inside, giggling all the while. Fitzgerald followed close behind his partner in both life and crime, pulling the door shut behind them; engaging the lock once more.
With another shake of her head, Theresa began to crawl over the short distance between her and the cement steps that indicated the house's back door. Back pressed against the faded slate blue siding of the house, she slowly slid up into a standing position. Sneaking a quick peek into the back door she waved Fitzgerald over. "Go, go gadget lock pick," she muttered just loud enough for her friend to hear as she waited on the steps for him to join her once again.
Meanwhile, Fitzgerald waited, poised to scamper over as soon as the signal came. Hand raised, he brushed a few strands of dark brown hair from his face, matching coloured eyes still locked on the mostly still form of Theresa the entire time. Catching sight of the agreed upon wave he set off, keeping low to the ground. Arriving at the door, he crouched down against his partner's legs, tilting his head up to flash her a grin. "Inspector Gadget at your service," he announced loud enough for her to hear as he slipped his trusty lock pick kit out from one of his many coat pockets.
"Standard issue lock, deadbolt doesn't appear to be engaged," Theresa rambled off as Fitzgerald took a look through his kit. "You know the drill, more than two minutes means I take over."
"Yea, yea, I know Rainbow Bright," he mumbled as he set to work, listening for the familiar click that meant he was successful at his designated task. "One potato... two potatoes... three potatoes," he began to count to himself in a sing song voice, working the small pin carefully around the inside of the keyhole.
"You and your potatoes," Theresa teased, stealing a glance down at her watch. "One more minute and your lucky potato song will have failed Inspector," she noted with a gleeful little giggle.
"It doesn't work until you insult it," he pointed out with a short laugh of his own. "Almost there now, and I'll even have time to spare Mrs. Potatohead," he added quietly, pressing his cheek up against the door. A small click sounding out as soon as his cheek made contact with the wood surface of the door. "And lucky eight potatoes has it again."
"Oh, whatever, just open the door already," Theresa remarked with a roll of her eyes as Fitzgerald stood up; door knob turning with a flick of his wrist at the same time. "Congrats Mr. Potatohead, it took you nearly two minutes to break into our house. Sure glad this wasn't a life or death situation."
"Can't always be quick about everything. Plus, some of us don't spend our free time practicing on familiar, easy locks," he retorted with a smirk, nudging the door the rest of the way open.
Door now opened, Theresa stepped inside, giggling all the while. Fitzgerald followed close behind his partner in both life and crime, pulling the door shut behind them; engaging the lock once more.
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