</center><center>Carve Your Heart Out!</center>
Authors: Crashdown_51 and Lizard_Queen
Rating: MATURE/ADULT we haven't decided.
Genre: M/L mostly but other CC as well ---> No Aliens
Disclaimer: We don't own any of the Roswell characters.
Summary: The perfect Masquerade Valentine's Day Singles party was all that Maria was planning to have. The masked women pick keys and try to find the masked mystery man that's wearing the lock that their key pertains to. Who would have known, that when Liz Parker chose her key, she would be the picking key to her mystery man's heart and unlocking the dangers that came hidden with it.
Authors Notes: This is our first co-writer's fic so please be gentle. If anyone is iffy about our writting, please do not hesitate to PM us, there are two addresses so I'm sure you can get in touch with at least one of us. Or we can follow mother's rules "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all" Um, since we are both writing four other fics individually, we will be updating as soon as we can.
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<center>Chapter One</center>
ET Office
Exhausted.
One word that summed up her current status.
She had been writing reports for four hours straight, focusing on the inconsistent mixture of the black ink from her fountain pen to the ivory Xerox sheets with words that had become one big blur to her. A long overdue yawn took over her lungs, forcing her to lower her pen and cover her mouth with her numbed hand. From her mouth, she slid her hand to rub the tension from the back of her neck, rotating her head in circles and hearing her bones crack as she did so.
“Ah.” She whined when she looked back at her cluttered desk, thinking that somewhere between the madness of the back-to-back reviews and annoying phone calls, her career had changed from Evidence Technician to paper pusher.
Glancing at her wrist watch, she was shocked by the time…3:04 A.M.
“Damn it.” She cursed when she estimated that she wouldn’t be done for at least another hour. She let out a dedicated sigh, picked up her pen, ready to write but just froze. She lost her train of thought by the wicked urge to sleep taking over her.
‘Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.’
The rhythmic sounds of her pen tapping on the surface of the papers grabbed one of the floor security guards attention and walked over to see what was wrong.
“No footprints found…”
“Parker?” He called out, startling her completely.
“Jesus. Sean.” She gasped clutching her heart, trying to control it’s sudden speed.
“Sorr…Man, you look like crap.” He pointed out, daunted by her tired features in an amused chuckle.
He had worked security on this floor for over a little over two years now and it never failed him to expect to see her working late, crouched over paper work or a microscope.
“Thanks Sean.” She sneered, rolling her eyes playfully at his comment.
“Why don’t you get some sleep?” He questioned, pulling a twinky from his pocket and split it with her.
“Thanks.” She spoke, taking a bite from the creamy treat and then looked back at him as she dusted her hands of the yellow crumbs. “I’m almost done here and besides, I slept in January.” She answered in a laugh, driving one out of him as well as he walked away.
Sleep. Something she desperately needed. Her body craved it.
“Maybe for a little while.” She says to herself and walks over to the small sleeper sofa in the side of the office and snuggles in the puffy cushions, falling asleep instantly.
‘Are you okay?’
The most soothing and seducing voice whispered in her ear. “Mmm hmm.” She could hear herself answer as she felt his soft skin with her hands. Moaning….loud, erotic, heavy breathing moaning, escaping her lips as a mysterious man ravished her to the full extent on the sleeper sofa in her office. Entwined limbs, connected lips that electrified her senses to the maximum capacity.
The man was unknown to her…but to her body…it felt as if she’s known him all her life and any other life.
‘Liz.’
She heard him pine. Her hands began roaming his chiseled back in longing, feeling the warmest skin she had ever felt in her entire life…but then suddenly chiseled turned to liquid. Warm thick liquid. Her face scrunches up in confusion at the awkward feeling and looks over his broad shoulder to see her hand covered in blood.
“Oh my God!” She gasped, about to tell her bewitching companion, but then puffed out what ever air remained in her lungs when she felt his heavy body drop down on her. “Ah!” She yelled, struggling to slide out from underneath him. “Help! Somebody!” She screamed from the top of her lungs, but all remained the same. “Sean!” She called out, but when she looked through the glass walls her office was divided with, the only thing she could see was a faint red glow coming from the soda pop machine at the end of the corridor that lead to the elevators. “Uh!” She shouted again, this time accompanied by hot tears of fear that helped her adrenaline gather to pull herself out from underneath her “once passion”. She quickly sat up on the sleeper sofa and screaming at the sight of her blood stained trembling hands. Her quivering body turned to the side and looked upon the lifeless body of a mysterious dark haired man on his stomach, who’s face was covered by dark shadow, and shrieked at the sight of a knife stabbed into his back.
“Liz?”
“Uh!” Liz gasped sitting up frantically when she felt someone grab her hand and then looked around, noticing that she was in her room with Maria was sitting at the end of her bed with a bewildered expression.
“Dude, did you have a bad dream or something?” Maria asked with concern and amusement mixed as she watched Liz flipping her sweaty hands back and forth like she was looking for something. “Are you okay?” She asked with a small chuckle.
“Um, yeah. Um, just had a weird dream.” Liz answered with her hands on the top sides of her head and her elbows resting on her knees.
“What was it about?” Maria asked curiously as she watched Liz grab her hair softly.
“I have no idea.” Liz said with a small laugh and then hopped off her bed and walked over to her vanity stand to pick up her cell phone and see if she had any
messages.
“Uh, what the hell are you doing?” Maria asked roughly.
“Checking my messages.”
“Uh, no you’re not. Me and you have a date today.” Maria reminded, hopping off Liz’s bed and snatching her cell phone away from her and hid it behind her back.
“Maria.” Liz called out in a warning tone.
“Uh uh. You promised. Now shoo. Go get your shoes. We have to go to the dry cleaners to get our clothes and then to Parade to get our shoes.” Maria announced, checking off those errands from her mental schedule. “You’ll get this when our mission is accomplished.” Maria threatened playfully as she waved Liz’s cell in front of her, jerking it back when Liz tried to reach for it and then walked out of her room. “Get ready.” She yelled from the living room.
Liz just laughed in defeat and then looked over to her reflection her vanity mirror was displaying. Her work clothes were a bit wrinkled from her sleeping with them and her name tag was still clipped to one of the belt hoops. “Terrible.” She commented to herself as she ran her fingers through her hair.
“Liz!” Maria yelled.
“I’m going.” Liz answered and moved to the side of her bed to slip on her dressy ankle-low boots, grabbed her purse and ran out of her room to see Maria waiting by the door. “Alright. Alright. Let’s go.” She cheered as the both grabbed a button up knitted sweater from the wooden coat wrack and headed for out the door.
“Liz! Maria.” Kyle greeted from his side of the apartment hallway, inserting his key in the keyhole and unlocking his door before turning in their direction.
“Kyle, hey.” Liz said in a surprised voice.
“What’s up?” Maria asked, pointing her chin up and then down.
She knew that he had a crush on Liz since the moved into the building, hell, the whole building knew since he wasn’t exactly an expert on hiding it. Liz on the other hand was not interested. She had broken up with Doug Shellow, or more like “Dog Shallow” like Maria liked to call him, when she walked in on him sleeping with one of her co-workers. After that Liz refused to date.
Doug Shellow was the ideal guy that every career girl was suppose to marry. He graduated from University of New Jersey with a major in Ancient Languages and became a very well known Archaeologist, so known that Liz’s hectic schedule was contradicting with all his digs and important dinner meetings…so he found another girl that could fill in Liz’s absent spots.
“Maria?” Liz called out.
“I’m sorry. What?” Maria questioned, snapping out of her thoughts.
“Wine glasses.” Kyle answered. “The were left her by the delivery company accidentally.” He informed her as he disappeared into his apartment and then later returned with a box marked “Fragile”. “Someone having a party?” Kyle asked with a happy smile.
“Um, yeah. Didn’t you get the invitation?” Maria asked with a fake smile plastered on her face, since now she was forced to have to invite him to it since he lived right next door.
“No. I didn’t.”
“It’s a Valentine’s Day Singles party. Kind of like a masquerade with a kick ass DeLuca twist.” Maria announced very proud with a fist.
“Right. Right.” Kyle said with a smile, anxious to go.
“It’s tonight. Dress…not like you do.” Maria snorted in distaste as she eyed Kyles athletic gear and then shivered. “Um, you have to wear a mask that covers your face. Mandatory. The rest you can read here.” Maria said handing him an invitation written in Calligraphy and had the image of the “Comedy and Tragedy” masks in gold.
“So see ya there.” Kyle spoke waving the invitation.
“Masks Kyle. So, no you won’t.” Maria reminded annoyed and pulled Liz away in the direction of Alex’s apartment that was down the hall.
“Alex?” Liz called out as she knocked on the door.
“Man, he’s probably downstairs, being a friendly neighbor, supplying sugar to that new chic Isabel that’s ga ga over him.” Maria snorted as she rolled her eyes in annoyance.
“How do you know that?” Liz questioned with a giggle as she followed Maria to the elevators.
“Babe, trust me. I got like a sixth sense about these things. That girl definitely digs him.”
Liz's Room
1 Hour Later
“Liz, you want me to do your hair?” Maria asked armed with a cosmetics bag and a blow dryer. “Don’t worry I won’t charge.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Ouch! Aooo! Aooo!” Maria whistled and howled like a woof when Liz stepped out of her bathroom wearing the strapless little black number that Maria had picked out with strappy black heels. “Hot Mama.”
“Shut up.” Liz laughed, blushing by Maria’s cheers and whistles.
“Oh yeah. Who ever’s lock you open is gonna be one lucky bastard.” Maria declared flashing Liz with a wink and a gun.
“I’m sure he would.” Liz answered sarcastically.
“Seriously, I can’t wait to find out who’s lock your key opens, so I can personally tell him what a great catch he has.” Maria continued to kiss ass and then laughed. “Let’s get you gorgeous, so Mystery Man can go crazy.”
“I wonder who it’ll be?” Liz questioned as she gazed at her reflection on the vanity mirror and watched Maria start on her hair. Whoever he was…she was about to find out in an hour.
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K so what do you guys think? Y A H T Z E E ??
Ki-ki 
But Crash wasn't online so we couldn't convene. 
don't ask) getting erased, but she back now and desperatly trying to finish writing her fics so she can finally update! Yay!
A little Reservoir Dogs will fix that right up.