The plane landed at 7 :30 precisely.

The passengers applauded enthusiastically, glad to be alive and congratulating the captain for doing what his job was – landing safely and keeping them unharmed. Bonnie rolled her eyes at that, finding the gesture stupid, and merely looked out the window, contemplating the beautiful landscape outside.

Soon, the stewardess' voice rang into the first class of the plane, announcing the hour, the weather and the temperature outside. She informed the travelers on how to proceed to get out of the plane, and indicated for them to do so in the calmest way possible, to ensure the fluidity of the way out.

As Bonnie expected with pre-annoyance, people ignored the voice's instructions and got up hastily, pushing around to access their luggage and bags above, complaining about the slowness of others, as they rushed messily toward the exit. The bruhaha made her head pound furiously, and she sighed angrily.

In moments like this, Bonnie really got what scientists meant when they said humans weren't so different from monkeys. Sometimes she wondered how such creatures ended up being the "most intelligent" animals of the world. Humans liked to give themselves this title, but Bonnie swore some of them were as brainless as a rock. Little pretentious things.

She got up once her neighbor left the seat and she slid into the line, holding a black business suitcase close to her chest. Bonnie never left anything in the shelf above. She preferred keeping her things with her, where her eyes could watch them and her hands slap away any curious hand trying to reach it. Her job also forced her to do so, she couldn't exactly leave her files at the sight and grasp of everyone. Secret classified files. That could become terrible weapons in the hands of enemies.

Once she was out in the sunlight, the brunette took a deep breath and let the refreshing air fill her lungs. Although her job asked her to travel a lot, all around the world, it didn't mean that she liked it very much. She wasn't afraid of flying, but she wasn't a fan of it – patience wasn't really one of her virtues, though she knew how to have some in requested circumstances.

She crossed the airplanes' runway in a hurry – she could tell she would be a little late for her appointment with the boss, all the while keeping the business suitcase practically tied to her. Once in the airport, Bonnie planted herself in front of the baggage carousel, and grabbed her blue suitcase when it passed in front of her green eyes.

She looked at her watch and frowned a little – it was 8:15. She was supposed to be there in fifteen minutes. Bonnie grabbed her blue suitcase and pulled it behind her, walking determinedly as she followed the big signs hanging in the air. She had already been in New York plenty of times, so she knew the way out pretty well and arrived at the taxis' place in less than five minutes.

She stopped in front of a blue sign reading "TAXIS" and glanced around. Immediately, she spotted the yellow cab she had been ordered to take at her arrival – the one with black windows and a license plate ending with DJ. The boss's initials. She headed toward the cab and the driver got out to welcome her. Dressed in a black suit with a white shirt, the brown-eyed man stepped around the car and came to stand in front of her.

"Good morning, Miss. May I see your ID card?" he asked with a Spanish accent.

Bonnie returned the salutation and nodded her head before pulling her ID card out of her purse. The man took it and read it closely. Then, he pulled out a weird, small object out of his pocket and scanned the card with it. It made a small beeping sound and a green light appeared at the bottom. He handed it back to her with a slight nod.

"The card's good. The agency's password, please?"

" MM458320DJA," Bonnie recited impassively as he stared at her.

"Perfect. Everything's in order. Please climb in, I'm going to take care of your luggage," the tanned man told her and gestured for her to get in after opening the back door.

"Thank you," Bonnie smiled.

She kept the black business suitcase with her, along with her purse, and let the driver put everything else in the truck. The driver entered the car and started the vehicle before finally pulling out of the taxis' airport parking lot.

Bonnie took a glance at the tablet attached to the front seat before her. The starting point and the destination were written in big, red letters, and the road taken to get there was drawn in black, a yellow round moving slowly as they drove, representing the cab. She raised her watch – 8:35. She was already late, but it wasn't her fault. There had been a problem in Paris' Charles-de-Gaulle airport, where she had previously been sent to.

The caramel-skinned woman sighed and massaged her throbbing temple. According to the tablet, she would be at the Scarlet International Spy Agency at exactly 8:55. Using her lateness to get more familiar with the case she had been given, Bonnie pulled a yellow file out of her business suitcase and started reading it with furrowed brows.


Damon panted, sweat dripping down his face and torso as he focused to find out the best way to beat his adversary.

If he went a little on the left, his enemy could take advantage of it and throw him one by the right. If he positioned himself well enough on the right, he could use his adversary's moment of surprise and give him a punch in the jaw. But he wouldn't have more than two seconds to do so, and this was too short. If he didn't do it on time, his enemy would take over.

Shrugging, the blue-eyed man opted for the third option – a kick from the floor. Unexpected and well-placed. It was the best option. So, Damon threw himself on the floor, slid between his astonished enemy's legs and kicked him in the back from behind. Startled, and groaning lowly, his partner fell on the floor and Damon smirked in victory.

"Well done, mate!" the man hissed from the parquet.

"Thanks, Jimmy! You weren't too bad yourself," Damon winked as he leant toward his friend and extended his hand for him to take it and get up.

"Well, I am the only one who dared accepting a training session with you!" the blond man retorted as he massaged his back.

"You know you're one of the bests here, Jim'!" the dark-haired winner gave him a gentle slap on the shoulder. Jimmy winced but nodded. "Come on, let's change and then drink ourselves some nice Bourbon. It's on me," Damon said.

"Seems like a good plan," Jimmy agreed with a smile.

They took their bags and wiped the sweat off with their towels, and headed toward the training room's exit. Just as they reached the door, a feminine figure stopped them in their tracks.

"Agent Salvatore, you are wanted in Mister Jefferson's office as soon as you can," a pretty red-head dressed in a formal feminine suit informed them in a casual tone.

"Right now?" Damon frowned, still shirtless and dressed in sport shorts.

"Hum…You might want to change before, he didn't say it was that urgent," the woman bit her lip as she eyed him hungrily.

Jimmy rolled his eyes and turned to face his friend.

"I guess our Bourbon time will have to wait. You'd better go and change rapidly," he sighed, annoyed.

Damon nodded and looked at the young secretary before him. She was shamelessly ogling him, which he found amusing but quite common. Nature had been very kind to him, and his job added to his charm – who wouldn't want to brag about having a secret agent boyfriend with blue eyes and a perfect Apollon body?

He had already seen her around before, she was new to the SISA. If he remembered correctly, her name was Shona. As a spy, Damon had really good memory.

"Shona – that's it?" her long red curls bounced up and down as she nodded with a bright grin. "Did Mister Jefferson tell you what he needed me for? It's supposed to be my day off," Damon asked her as Jimmy raised a curious eyebrow.

Shona frowned and looked down at the scarlet tablet tucked against her chest. Her brown eyes scanned the screen attentively before she looked up at Damon.

"Not really. Mister Jefferson said it was a particularly secret case, and that it had to do with the man he told you about at the agency's reception, last week. He didn't give more information," Shona answered with a shrug.

"That'll do it, thanks Shona. Tell Mister Jefferson I'll be there in ten minutes," Damon thanked her with a smile and she nodded before turning on her heels to deliver the message to her boss.

"What do you think this is about?" Jimmy asked him once Shona was out of sight.

"The only man the boss told me about at the agency's reception is that Italian criminal - Georgio Bicelli," Damon replied with furrowed brows. "Apparently, it's a very hard case. The American Secret Services have been trying to get him for years, but up to now, he's always found a way to escape them. According to the boss, Bicelli's considered as the founder of today's most ferocious mafias," he added thoughtfully.

Jimmy's eyes widened as they started walking again toward the changing room.

"Sounds like a hell of a dangerous mission!" he exclaimed. "Is that why he took you? Because you're the best agent here?"

"I don't know if he took me for that mission yet. He simply hinted I was on his choices' list," Damon corrected as they entered the changing room and started stripping.

"If he needs you in his office and that it has to do with this Bicelli guy, I think it's safe to assume you've been chosen," Jimmy deadpanned with a raised eyebrow as he opened his locker.

Damon shrugged and wrapped a dry towel around him.

"I guess we'll see. But right now, I really need to hurry," he stated as he stepped in a shower.

Jimmy nodded. "Tell me how it went," he said anxiously.

Five minutes later, Damon was clean and dressed in his usual agent's outfit – a black smocking with a scarlet shirt underneath. Jimmy was still in the shower. He hung his spy's ID card on the pocket next to his chest, checked his hair in a mirror and grabbed his business suitcase from his locker, before heading out.

He didn't know what was waiting for him in the boss' office, but he hoped it was good and exciting. His job was his passion, and Georgio Bicelli might be the biggest mission he would be given in his career. Damon loved action. And he loved complicated, dangerous situations like this case could provide him.


When the yellow cab pulled in front of a giant black and grey skyscraper, and the driver told her she was here, Bonnie thanked him and quickly stepped out of the car. She grabbed her suitcase and clasped her purse around her shoulder, holding the business suitcase in her free hand, before walking toward the entry.

Two Chinese men, dressed in the same uniform – a scarlet suit with black shoes and a black tie, stopped her in front of the tinted glass-doors.

"Agent's ID, please Miss," the one on her left asked nicely.

Bonnie opened her purse and pulled it out without a word, before showing it to the security guard.

"Miss Bonnie Bennett, 24 years old, Mystic Falls. Agent's number: 23448970. Previous destination: Paris, France," he recited to his partner, who typed it on a small tablet embedded in the wall.

"She's here on Mister Jefferson's demand. She's official," the man on her right confirmed to his partner, who nodded.

"Very well. May I ask you the agency's password of the day, Miss?" the security guard asked with a thick Chinese accent.

"Of course. MM458320DJA," Bonnie recited for the second time.

They looked at each other and nodded.

"You may enter, Miss," the one on her left told her as he gestured for her to do so.

"Thank you," she gave a small smile.

The doors slid open and Bonnie stepped inside. What she saw rendered her speechless but excited to be here.

She had never been inside the Scarlet International Spy Agency's official building in New York. The green-eyed brunette had been employed by the agency two years ago, at the age of 22, when she had just finished her political and agent formation. She had been one of the best students of her promotion, and one of the youngest to get her diploma.

The SISA had contacted her after they had heard about her professional career. Back then, Bonnie needed a job and though she hadn't intended to become a spy for the American Secret Services at first, the wedge proposed by the agency, as well as all the advantages going with it, and the promise of an adventurous life filled with action – which she needed after spending most of her life in a small town named Mystic Falls, convinced her to accept the post.

She had been to Paris, Madrid, London - but never to the agency's official headquarters in New York. Usually, spies only came to New York when the boss in person had a special mission for them, and that it needed direct dialogue between them. Otherwise, they were simply ordered to go here and there through one of the agency's several firms everywhere around the world. Which had been the case for Bonnie, up to now.

Her green eyes scanned the entrance hall with an admirative stare. It was very high, and big. A splendid marble staircase, a few meters from where she stood, led the way down to the reception. Two scarlet flags hung over the modern grey counter, the agency's initials written in bold white letters in the middle.

The receptionists wore a white and scarlet dress for women, and a white and scarlet suit for men. They seemed overbooked with phone calls, files to sort and clients to inform while taping on the latest version of Apple's MacBook Air.

The hall was filled with different sorts of people rushing inside elevators or up the stairs – secretaries, businessmen or women, agents, informaticians, and other employees like security guards or cleaning women and men.

She noted the signs hanging in the air to help people find their way in this maze. There were four staircases on her left – one leading to the training area with sports rooms and changing rooms, the second led to the informatic area, the third to meeting rooms and places of receptions, and the fourth to the "Filebrary" – Bonnie guessed it was like a library, only filled with all the files handled by the agency instead of books.

On her right, a long line of elevators stood, each serving several departments. There were so many she couldn't tell you all of them. She spotted the most important one though – the fourth elevator which led to the secret agents' apartments on level 365, and the boss' office on level 492. That should tell you how big that building actually was. It resembled a real military base.

Behind the reception were many other doors, but they seemed off limits, except for specific people. The brunette suspected spectacular things to hide between these doors, like a phenomenal warehouse of planes, private jets, and other powerful vehicles used for missions. Or terrible weapons.

Once her observation was done, Bonnie stepped toward the first free receptionist she noticed. She was feeling quite nervous, and all this greatness and modernity only added to her stress. She already knew this mission would be particular, and probably the most important one she had been given up to now.

"Good morning, Miss. How may I help you?" the female receptionist asked in a formal tone while tapping things on a scarlet tablet.

"Good morning, I'm Bonnie Bennett. I'm here on Mister Jefferson's demand. I received a call from the agency a few days ago," the brown-skinned woman said.

"I'll need your agent's ID as well as your usual ID card for verification, then," the receptionist told her as she looked up from her tablet and extended her hand.

Bonnie sighed. How many times would she have to present her IDs? Well, it was a Secret Services Agency, but still… At least the security was serious here.

"Here," she placed both of her cards in the woman's hand.

"Thank you," a few taps on the computer, a beeping sound and two green lights before she gave them back to Bonnie. "Alright, everything's okay. Do you remember the number of the file given to you?"

"Hum… 120365, I think. Wait – I've got it here," Bonnie said as she pulled it out of the black business suitcase.

"Perfect," the receptionist tapped again on the MacBook and handed the file back to her. "You'll need to take the fourth elevator on your right, then up to level 492 and wait for someone to take you to Mister Jefferson's office," she told her as she turned and picked something up from a drawer. "You'll also need that pass. It has your name, your agent's number on it and the day you've been employed to the Scarlet Agency, as well as the destinations you've already went to, along with the identification number of each mission you've done so far. Present it to Mister Jefferson's secretary," she added and handed her a scarlet badge with the information she had just recited.

"Okay. Thank you," Bonnie smiled before bending a little to take her luggage.

"Don't bother with those. Two security guards will get them and take them to the suit you've been given. You must know that you'll be in New York for at least a few days," the woman informed her with raised eyebrows.

Bonnie nodded. She had accepted the mission after reading the detailed mail sent to her. She knew that she would be staying here for a few days before flying off to her mission's destination.

"Of course," she said.

Just as she pronounced those words, two black men appeared next to her and took her things. Bonnie let them do their job and headed toward the fourth elevator without losing any more time. She was already very late.

She hoped Mister Jefferson was tolerant. Otherwise, her first impression would be pretty bad.


When Damon entered David Jefferson's office, he was talking with a tall black man. Judging by his expression, the conversation was serious and dealt with some important business.

Damon waited patiently for the men to finish their talk, as was the secretary, and crossed his arms. David noticed them out of the corner of his eyes, and gestured for them to step closer.

"Very well, Mister Labokov. I'll let my informaticians know about this and deal with the damage. Thanks for informing me," he said to the black man.

"Of course, Mister Jefferson. Have a nice day."

"You as well," the grey-eyed boss returned politely.

Mister Labokov thanked him and turned to leave the room without another word. He acknowledged Damon with a small nod, which the agent returned shortly.

David Jefferson's personal secretary stepped forward once the black man was out of the office. She was holding a scarlet tablet and a pile of files in her hands.

"Mister Jefferson – Agent Damon Salvatore is here, as requested," the Mexican girl announced with a smile. "I also have a few files you need to sign, please sir," she handed him the documents.

"Thank you, Malika. I'll give them back to you once it's done," David answered nicely as he took the files and placed them further on his desk.

"Do you need anything else, sir?" Malika asked as she grabbed the empty cup of coffee from the boss' desk.

"Not for now, thank you. You may leave," he replied with a more authoritarian tone.

It meant secret business was about to be talked about. Discretion was expected.

"Very well, sir," the secretary nodded before walking out of the room, not before throwing Damon a small smile.

She closed the door and David Jefferson stood up to shake Damon's hand.

"Good morning, Damon. I hope you're not too mad at me for asking you to come here on your day off," he welcomed him with a smirk.

"Good morning, sir," Damon returned the handshake. "Not mad, but more curious. What did you need me here for, sir?" the agent frowned interestingly.

David gestured for him to sit down in front of him, and did the same. He pulled a yellow file out of one of his numerous drawers, and opened it in front of Damon so he could see.

"For this," the boss simply said.

Damon's blue eyes went down to stare at the papers in front of him. He scanned it quickly before spotting the most important information in big black letters – Georgio Bicelli, Case n°120365. Operators: Agent Damon Salvatore, unknown agent n°2. Destination: Florence, Italy.

His lips lifted into a proud smirk as he raised his head back up to look at his boss.

"I'm chosen for this mission?" he asked for good measure, already thrilled about the news.

David nodded. "Yeah, you are. I admit I hesitated a lot between you and Enzo Saint John," Damon suppressed a snort at the name.

Enzo was a good agent but a real douchebag and he hated him ever since he had first met him. The competition was hard between them. This was a big victory for him, which made him smirk even bigger.

"- but I think you're more prepared for this mission than he is. I hope I took the right decision," the brown-haired director narrowed his eyes at him.

"You did," Damon assured. "So, what exactly will I be doing in this mission?"

"Georgio Bicelli is considered as the founder of today's Italian mafias, as I told you last week. The American Government has been trying to arrest him for years, in vain. Several of the police's infiltrated men confirmed the fact that he was planning a big coup d'état. Meaning that he will be intending to take the Italian president's place," David started as he crossed his arms. Damon nodded and waited for him to continue, captivated. "Georgio Bicelli wants to avenge himself from the amount of times the American Government sabotaged his plans and almost got him. He hates us. According to the infiltrated agents, Bicelli is in possession of a powerful missile, the only model in the world, which he intends to use on the United States once he'll be in power. It would destroy the whole country in a few minutes," he explained impassively.

Damon's heart was pounding furiously. This mission was everything he adored – danger, complexity, action and worldwide importance. The pression was big but he loved it.

"That's why the Scarlet Agency has been asked to intervene on the case," Damon guessed with passionate eyes.

David's head bounced up and down. "Indeed. We're the only agency who hasn't intervened yet. All the previous ones failed," he informed him. "Georgio Bicelli is a real danger for the country, that's why you need to get him. Multiple gangs of his act on our territory, and there's no doubt they'll be helping. He controls them from all around the world," David finished as he watched Damon closely.

"I suppose I'll need to integrate one of his factions?" Damon questioned without an ounce of fear.

"Indeed. But you won't be doing it alone," David announced as he pointed to the bold letters on the document - "unknown agent n°2".

The dark-haired spy frowned deeply as he read it again. Never had he been sent on a mission with a partner. This was a first. The idea didn't please him – Damon was one who liked to act on his own. Listening to a partner's suggestions annoyed him, especially if they didn't see eye to eye. All spies may follow the same formation, they didn't share the same methods for all.

"What do you mean? Why do I need a partner? Who is it?" he bombarded his boss with questions, eyeing him suspiciously.

David smirked, amused. He knew Damon wouldn't like it, but it was time to teach him how to work in team. This mission would be very exciting to watch, he could tell.

Just as he was about to answer, the door opened on Malika and a beautiful, brown-skinned woman. Damon's head jerked and his curious azure gaze met the woman's impassible green one.

"Mister Jefferson, Agent Bonnie Bennett has arrived," the secretary announced formally.

Damon's eyes settled on the unknown woman, taking in Bonnie's curvaceous body, her smooth-looking caramel skin, her shoulder-length curvy hair, and her jade orbs. She was stunning. He smirked, suddenly glad to share a mission with her.

David watched him with amused eyes.

"Thank you, Malika. Welcome to the Scarlet Agency, Agent Bennett," he stood up to shake Bonnie's hand.

"Thank you, sir. Sorry for being late," she apologized with a shy smile.

"No worries. You're just on time for the presentations," the director replied as he mentioned Damon. "Agent Bonnie Bennett, meet Agent Damon Salvatore, your new partner for this mission," he introduced them, his face flickering with malice.

Bonnie turned toward Damon and cleared her throat. He was a sight to see. Muscular chest, jet black hair, mesmerizing blue eyes, and thin lips. His smirk promised great sex and his attitude hinted at arrogance. This last point kind of turned her off. She hated arrogant people.

"Glad to meet you, Agent Salvatore," she said, unimpressed.

Her eyes met his without blinking. Oooh – how he liked it! Fierce and hard to get. Everything he loved.

"The pleasure's mine, Agent Bennett," he returned with a smirk.

He took her hand in his and pressed a kiss against her palm. Bonnie rolled her eyes as discreetly as she could and forced a smile.

"Very well! Now, let's talk more seriously about this mission," David broke the awkward tension in the room.

Both agents glanced at each other briefly before sitting down in front of the desk, as David placed himself on his leather armchair.

"You'll be staying a few days in New York to prepare properly. This means training every day, studying the case every day and getting to know each other before the departure," he eyed them closely and waited for any kind of reaction.

Damon glanced at his new partner and noticed Bonnie's neck stiffen. She was nervous and didn't seem to like the "getting to know each other" part. He fought another famous smirk of his to keep a serious face, but internally was delighted. He had found a new occupation – teasing Bonnie and making her like him.

When David saw there was no reaction to his previous words after a few seconds, he continued. Bonnie thanked him in her mind. She could feel Damon's eyes on her, studying her closely, waiting to jump at any kind of reaction she would give him. Only a few minutes spent in his company, and she already disliked him. The mission would be fun, she kept from scoffing.

"Once you'll be in Italy, you'll need to get in contact with Georgio or one of his men as soon as possible. The goal is to infiltrate one of his closest gangs to learn more before acting. A fictional cover has already been set up for you – you'll be a couple of small criminals wanting to join the mafia for more fun. Exactly the type of people Bicelli likes," Jefferson continued and they both listened carefully, not wanting to miss a thing.

Bonnie ignored the bothering information – the couple thing, and focused to remember every single detail their boss was giving them. Fortunately, Damon had stopped glancing at her and was serious again. Bonnie figured this mission raised his biggest interest, judging by his captivated expression. No, she wasn't staring.

"For the rest, you'll have to improvise and decide on your own. There will be some of our men joining you as backups but they'll make themselves discreet. Another team will accompany you in Italy in case you need anything. They'll be helping you in terms of material, equipment and any kind of information you'll need on the people you'll meet there," the director said.

He stood up, walked toward one of his locked furniture, and took something from it before locking it back up. He came to sit back behind his desk and handed two badges to Bonnie and Damon. They glanced at it curiously before taking them.

"These are your new fake ID cards. Your names are Bonnie McCullough and Damon Grey. An entire file will be uploaded with fake information about you, including the supposed crimes you're supposed to have committed. This way, Georgio won't get suspicious in case he decides to do some researches on you two. Which he will," David explained as they nodded understandingly. "That's all you need to know for now. Study the case very closely to make sure you're familiar with the mafia you'll be integrating. Any question?" he asked with a smile.

Damon nodded and Bonnie looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"When are we leaving for Italy?" he tilted his head to the side.

"In five days," David answered shortly.

Their eyes widened. Five days – it was little time to learn everything perfectly. But they were spies – they had to deal with what they were given.

"And how long do you think the mission will last?" Bonnie wondered, a note of annoyance in her voice.

Damon knew it had to do with the amount of time she had to spend with him, as his supposed fiancée. The challenge would be lit.

"At least a month. Maybe more," their boss replied with a wink Bonnie didn't know how to interpret.

Damon smirked and she bit her lip. Well, that should be fun. An entire month with this Damon guy. Or more. She really couldn't wait. Neither did he.


*** TO BE CONTINUED ***

Hey readers! I'm back with a new fanfic, inspired by one of our fellow Bamon friends (Ale thanks for that, special mention for you ;) 3 ) !

I don't really know where I'm going with this. I've totally improvised everything - usually I write down ideas and try to connect them with events to form a base for the fanfic. But this one just popped up into my mind so I have nothing ready for the upcoming chapters. Inspiration will be my motor key. I've completely made up this Georgio Bicelli guy and the mafia thing, I've got no knowledge about that so sorry if I make monstruous mistakes. I just liked this background for the story.

I hope you like this first chapter, though nothing happens much. Tell me what you think in reviews, I write for them !

Kisses, KatemonLazuli.

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