Disclaimer: of course I don't own CCS. Y 'all probably know that's owned and originally created by CLAMP. Duh!

Summary: Syaoran Li is a top agent in a secret organization equivalent to the CIA. His latest mission? Protect the family of Mr. Fujitaka Kinomoto after the man witnesses something he was never supposed to see. Can Special Agent Li succeed in his mission and live up to his reputation as a top agent, or will a young emerald eyed beauty, a certain daughter of the man he's supposed to protect, toil with his emotions and make him question his rule about keeping hi business what it is? Simply…business?

Chapter One: The Life of an Agent

"Urghhh." A muffled voice came from under the covers of a bed as the morning sun began to seep into the bedroom, and the sounds of the shower turning off came pounding into his throbbing head. A head topped with a thick mop of chocolate hair slowly popped out under the covers. He placed his hands upon his face and weakly tried to remember the events of the night that had passed.

The click of his bathroom door to his left, followed by a shrill, girlie giggle, caused his head to snap to the side. That, and the sight before him, made a fiercer pain stab at his already aching head and caused a crink in his neck.

" G'morning, handsome," the woman in the doorway purred. She stood in only a towel, her black hair dripping wet. In her hands were the clothes she had worn the night before. Her comment was followed with another giggle.

A regretful moan came from his lips as he threw a pillow over his face. 'Not again,' he thought.


Nearly two hours later, Syaoran Li was walking through the main doors of an office building, a deep frown shadowing his piercing amber eyes. As soon as he set foot on the marble floor of the lobby, he was caught up in the hustle and bustle of the many workers, all of who were heading towards the elevator.

As the crowd neared the elevator doors, he pulled himself out of the mass of people and made his way over to one of the many artificial trees and bushes along the side. Once there, he stealthily slipped behind a tree and swung open an extremely small metal panel that was designed to look like on of the many bricks on the wall. Pushing his thumb into the small shallow, he heard the familiar beeps and whirs as the gears within the walls moved, and an area in the walls shimmered slightly. Looking about to see if anyone was watching, Li walked right through the wall and disappeared.

" Identification number," came a woman's robotic tone.

" 6730904," Syaoran replied.

There were more beeps and whirs around him as his agency's main frame computer analyzed the information. He stood at the beginning of a long hall that stretched several metres long. The floors were faintly illuminated and lined with many squares, that were the size of tiles. They were glowing as eerie shade of blue, and the walls and ceiling of the hall was titanium, the strongest of steel.

"Proceed," the woman's indifferent voice instructed.

Syaoran took a deep breath and began to stretch his body. He rolled up the cuffs of his jacket, again took a breath and began on his way.

Backflip. Cartwheel. Roll and handstand. One hand, double flip, duck, tuck n' roll. He executed many turns and gymnastic maneuversonly a trained personal knew. Every contact with the square tiles on the floor was a special sequence that only those who were supposed to be able to perform it, should know ( AN: Does that make sense?). Everytime he hit a tile, there was a different beep and a glow. He did this, all the while dodging bullets and lazers.

He finally reached the end of the hall, or The Walk, as all his other acquaintances would call it, and ended the routine with a round up. Punching in another number combination into the button panel in front of him, he panted, waiting for the door to open. With a hiss, a part of the titanium wall opened up. As he stepped out, the woman's robotic voice called…

" Welcome to Home Base, Special Agent Li."