"Lucy." A nudge. "Lucy." A shake. "Lucy!" I finally stopped trying to make her hear me and decided to communicate in a language Lucy understood. I kissed her lightly on the lips but was surprised when my 'sleeping' girlfriend managed to make the chaste kiss a more amorous make out. "Get up sleeping beauty," I told her, laughing as I pulled away.

Maybe I should explain a little. Lucy and I have been together for almost six years, a little bit less if you want to be official and count Endgame as our anniversary. We used to live in Barcelona, we still have a small house there, but now we mostly live in LA. Lucy got a full pardon from all past crimes because she helps out with DEBS a little, shocking but even the DEBS need to keep ties within the gray area of the law. I also do a little freelance with my old squad.

"I'm leaving, aren't you going to say goodbye?" I asked, pouting a little as I made a pathetic face; one I knew Lucy couldn't resist. "I won't be back for two days."

"Come down here, it'll be a better goodbye," Lucy offered, very temptingly I might add. How could anything about Lucy not be tempting? The way her dark hair was spread across both pillows. The way her eyes were still heavy with sleep but shining warmly. That killer grin.

I had to sigh, "I can't. I'm in uniform and I need to drop my watch off to get repaired." At the word 'uniform' Lucy perked up a bit. She always said the first thing she noticed about me was the uniform. But another perk of freelancing with the DEBS was that I had the uniform, and Lucy loved the uniform. "You can pick it up later, right?"

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes and sitting up Lucy rolled her eyes at me, "Sure. Now come over here and give me a proper goodbye," Lucy commanded pulling me in to a hug. "Stay safe, catch the baddies, and come back soon."

We kissed for a while, drawing out every second until I had to leave. "I love you," I whispered in her ear before pulling away. At the door of our bedroom I grabbed my gear and turned. Lucy knew my actions before I did and mouthed 'love you too,' at me, giving me that sultry look that made me want to brush off the DEBS and never leave our bed.

"Bye babe," I told her, shutting the door or else I would never get anywhere. I hightailed it down to the garage where the cars were. Next to Lucy's 'skymobile' was a forest green Mustang. My forest green Mustang. I'd told Lucy I refused to drive the pink monstrosity she wanted to get me, and she doesn't trust me driving her skymobile without her.

The drive to the jeweler's is only ten minutes; I have enough time to browse. I love looking around the jewelry store. Janet might have a fetish with sweaters but I am a fan of jewelry. A few things catch my eye but I won't buy anything today, I have to meet the rest of the DEBS at Head Quarters.

After a friendly nod to the jeweler I leave the store and head back to my car. I feel like I am being followed but a cautious glance just tells me that it is an elderly lady. She is walking quickly, for having a walker, towards me. "Miss!" she calls out and I turn. "You dropped this," she says, proffering one of my bobby pins, the ones with diamond tips that Lucy had given me.

I reach out to take the accessory from her and she shoves her hand toward me at the same time. As a one-time DEB I should have noticed the trap long before I saw the sunlight reflecting off of the needle she intended to stick in to me. After 'DEBS stick together' the most important rule was to always be careful. I botched that.

I dropped the bobby pin, I don't know how she got it, without thinking but I could feel where the ends had bit in to my skin. At least I hoped it was the bobby pin. But there was no time to dwell on that since I needed to block the punches coming from the old lady. When she performed a flawless roundhouse kick, I had to admire the precision even as I blocked it, I could plainly tell the walker was a ruse.

It didn't seem like she stuck me with the needle, at least I didn't feel anything. Oh, I spoke too soon. My legs and arms felt heavy, maybe it had been slowly working and I hadn't felt it but now I did. My eyes felt heavy, even my tongue. I couldn't raise my arm to prevent the fist that was flying towards my face from a punch that would probably break my nose. "Sonovabisch," I mumbled before I felt the flash of pain that sent me to my knees.

So I'd love to have opinions on this story. I have a handful of prewritten chapters and I want to know if I should continue writing.