The Beautiful City of Stockholm by Hedda

Christmas Eve in Los Angeles

The Beautiful City of Stockholm

Summary: It is Christmas Eve. New York cop Inuyasha McClane visits his estranged wife Kagome at her new workplace: Nakatomi Plaza. While the Christmas party is in full swing, terrorist Sesshomaru Gruber takes over and holds everyone hostage - everyone, but Inuyasha who escapes. While the latter fights against the terrorists, Kagome establishes a relationship with her captor. In face of exceptional stress, a human heart may act in the most peculiar way…

Author's notes: In this crossover story, the worlds of Inuyasha and Die Hard will be combined. However, you don't need to know the movie to understand the story. I recommend it, though, since Die Hard is a classic among action movies.

In order to keep the story in flow, there will be changes in the original plot and characters. For instance, there are no youkai in this story. It is an alternate universe.

This story will contain violence, bad language and some characters will die. Be warned. Please, do not read if you are not old enough.

Prompt: I will use prompts provided by the 500themes community at Livejournal. The prompt for this chapter is: #260: Once upon a December. Originally posted on January 2nd 2011.

Special thanks: They go to my beta reader of this story, Sea Bur. Thank you, again, very, very, much. You helped a great deal. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and I don't own Die Hard, either. They belong to their respective owners. I am writing this for sheer fun.

And now, enjoy!

Hedda

I

"Keh. California."

Inuyasha was standing in front of the luggage belt, when a young woman had rushed past him in order to jump in her boyfriend's arms, kissing him senseless. He didn't mind their snogging, but in her hurry she had nudged him and as a result caused him to drop the gigantic stuffed animal he brought all the way from New York.

He picked up the bear, dusted it off and resumed his musing while waiting for his trunk. He hated airports, but he could not run off without his trunk, for it contained the other gifts he had bought for his family.

Four months. He hadn't seen his two kids and his wife for four months. The last time had been his son's birthday in August. Now he visited them because of Christmas. Of course, he also visited them to talk some sense into his wife.

Six months ago, Kagome had accepted a job offer for some Japanese company. She had argued that it was an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her and that Rin and Shippo were old enough to not have their mommy around all day.

If it had been a job in New York, he would have allowed her quirks, but California not only clashed with his personal preference of climate, but also with his job. He was a devoted cop of the NYPD and a good one at that. How could Kagome expect him to leave his city in the clutches of evil criminals? He couldn't just drop his responsibilities and move to California.

Besides, he was sure that Kagome would have realized by now that it was unnecessary for her to work. Granted, he didn't earn much, but it was enough to keep the brats fed. She had also proven to anyone that she could have a career, if she wanted to. However, she was needed to be a housewife.

Inuyasha picked up his shabby trunk and headed for the exit. He was almost outside when he noticed a man holding a sign with his name on it. The man was in his mid-fifties and didn't look very healthy as he featured a light shade of green on his face. Inuyasha approached the man, curious as to why a man in a brown chauffeur's uniform was waiting for him.

"I'm Inuyasha McClane," he stated.

"Good evening, sir. I am here to drive you to Nakatomi Plaza," squawked the man.

Inuyasha nodded curtly and followed the obviously sick man, if the slightly yellow eyes were anything to judge by, to the parking lot. They got in the limo and took off towards the beautiful, red stained sky of a dying day.

II

"And give your sister a goodnight kiss from me, will you? That's my boy. Bye."

Kagome hung up and sighed deeply. She would have preferred spending Christmas Eve with her children, but her attendance was requested here. So, she set a good example for all her co-workers. Not that attending a party was something her colleagues needed to be persuaded of, but, still, she was executive staff.

She leaned back further into her chair, enjoying the coolness of the black leather and letting her gaze wander. The rich color of the tapestry, the smooth surface of her mahogany table, the elaborately manufactured chandelier above her. It was a truly inspiring surrounding. However, the things she liked best about her office were the breathtaking view of Los Angeles that the 30thfloor provided her with and, of course, the pictures of her dearest.

Kagome grabbed the frame of a nearby picture. The photograph showed her pride, her two little children. Her big son Shippo, who was already nine years old, and her little princess Rin, four years. It also featured her and her husband.

He hadn't arrived yet, which worried her. Not because she feared that something had happened to him. Wherever Inuyasha McClane appeared bad things happened – to others. With his rough behavior he was bound to hurt other people's feelings, hers included. No, she wasn't worried for him, but if he failed to show up, her kids would be greatly disappointed.

"Ms. Higurashi?" asked a woman politely.

A young secretary had entered holding papers towards Kagome. She took the copies from her and regarded the young woman with a curt nod.

"Sango, you should join the party. You make me feel like a slave driver, if you don't," Kagome said.

Encouraging her with a wave of her hands, Kagome urged her to go. Sango nodded, softly caressing her swollen abdomen. Instantly, the elder woman felt a smile creeping upon her face. Seeing her employee like this always reminded her of her own pregnancies.

Sango turned in order to leave the room. As soon as she reached the door, a man almost collided with her in his rush to enter. He looked after Sango and turned then to Kagome.

"It wasn't me," he said while leering at her.

"What do you want, Miroku?" she asked as civil as possible.

He dropped himself on the chair across the table, leaned back way to casual looking awfully smug. Being in the presence of the company's worst skirt chaser was not her idea of a pleasant December evening.

"A bottle of Dom Perignon, a cozy open fire and you for dessert," was Miroku's breathy reply.

The oily voice of Miroku sent chills down her spine …the kind you feel before you vomit. Her cheeks started to ache because of the fake smile she had now plastered over her face.

Where was a prince in a shining armor, when one was in need of one?

III

"Boss?" a hoarse voice asked.

"Hn."

"Everything is ready."

"Coming," a smooth one answered.

End of chapter one