Rooftop Chats - RivaMika Week, Day 1

I have been binge reading Batman fanfic recently so have this Vigilante!AU. Also, I'm playing really fast and loose with the prompts. Days 2, 6 and 8 are respective chapters 2, 3 and 4 of Chimerical.

Prompt: Fruity

"Another long night?"

Levi didn't move. Mikasa had been getting better at sneaking up at him but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of acknowledging it. Moreover, he was focusing on the warehouse across the street and he couldn't afford to split his attention just because she decided to turn up.

There was a sigh and he saw the white puff of her breath out of a corner of his eye.

"Zaharoff?" she asked again and this time there was no trace of teasing in her voice. Levi considered everything and then handed her his binoculars.

"There's supposed to be a trade off tonight," he explained. "The missing military equipment from the theft last week."

"At least it's not people," she growled and Levi remembered the first time he had seen this woman. He had been tracking down a human trafficking ring and come upon their base of operations just to see that someone else had beaten him to it.

Mikasa had been ruthless. Effective, too. Not one wasted movement as she had punched and kicked her way through a group of thugs. That had been the night that his crush on her (as Isabel insisted on calling it - it was a mere fascination with another fighter of his calibre) had begun.

He started to see her around more often, usually at places of her own choosing. She had refused his offer of joining up (extended that first night) but she showed up often when he was at a stakeout, helping him take down operations too big for one person to handle easily. Smuggling, drug deals, weapon deals, they worked together on all of those and Levi wondered if maybe he should ask again. They knew each other's real names, he had told her about Farlan and Isabel and she had told him about Eren and Armin. They were no longer strangers in masks.

"Do we have an ETA on this?" she asked.

"The buyer's supposed to get here at half-past twelve," Levi told her the info that one of his informers managed to get. She looked down at her watch. It was barely ten. "I wanted to make sure it wasn't a trap," he explained. "The two of us gave Zaharoff enough grief over the past few months, the piece of shit must be frothing at the mouth to get us."

She grinned at that, grimly but with a satisfaction.

"How long until we can move on to take him down?"

Levi considered her question carefully. Almost everything they had done recently was tied to Zaharoff's crime syndicate. There was nothing to indicate their cooperation would end once they took him down and he told himself to stop being an idiot.

"Erwin's nearly ready to proceed with the case," he said, referring to the DA who had been helping him almost since the beginning. "Tonight could be the last nail in Zaharoff's coffin."

"Finally," she breathed out. She handed him the binoculars back and then sat down. He remained standing, at least until she tugged at the edge of his cape. "You don't have to imitate a statue all night long."

"We need to keep watch," he protested but she waved him off.

"I can see just fine from down here. Of course," she added teasingly, "I'm not as short as you."

"You're never letting that one go, are you?" he asked resignedly but sat down next to her regardless. There had been a thug a few months back that had kept poking jokes at Levi's height, or rather lack of it and it hadn't been pretty once Levi was done with him. Mikasa had asked if he had learned to fight just so he could beat up people who made fun of his height and ever since then, she kept making remarks about it, too. It sounded different coming from her, maybe because she only did it when he was being too serious. Or maybe Isabel was right all along but Levi shut down that train of thought immediately.

"Two hours to go," Mikasa remarked some time later. She was firmly wrapped in her own cape to ward off the cold. "I hate the waiting part."

Levi nodded in agreement. The waiting was the worst. There was a rustle of cloth and he looked sideways to see Mikasa fumbling with a cylindrical container that was attached to her belt. When she unscrewed the cap, he realized it was a thermos and he couldn't stop his smirk. She noticed immediately.

"What?" she asked defensively as she poured the liquid from the thermos into the cap. Levi thought he detected a scent of strawberries.

"This isn't a field trip," he said and she scowled at him.

"It's cold and it's a hot tea and if you say another word, I won't share."

With that, she thrust the cap towards him. A few drops splashed out.

"Drink up. Maybe it will thaw out the stick you have up your ass."

He snorted at that and accepted the offered drink.

"Unlikely to happen," he told her and took a sip. He had been right earlier, it was a strawberry flavoured tea. "But thanks."

"No problem."

He passed the empty cap back to her and she refilled it for herself. He was tempted to make a comment about sharing and germs but wasn't sure how she would react to that and so he went back to watching the warehouse.

A little less than two hours later, an off-white van pulled up to the front door of the warehouse and Mikasa looked up in anticipation.

"Are we doing the usual?" she asked as she stood up and stretched and Levi allowed himself a second to watch her before he did the same.

"We are," he confirmed and with a swish of their capes, they swooped down on their prey. It was going to be a good night for them.

A/N: Basil Zaharoff was one of the most prominent weapon dealers at the end of the 19th and the beginning of the 20th century. I always wanted to use his name for a villain in one of my fics. Also, any of my fics are open to further prompts. Just let me know what you'd like to read.

Also, I'll try and update Unconditional soon. I got caught up in the live action movie craze. It turned out that contrary to the majority of SnK fans, I actually liked it. Figures.