A/N: My First ever Fanfiction! After reading all the other Hustle fanfictions, I decided to contribute by writing about my favourite couple Mickey/Emma! Hope you enjoy! Please review it means the world to me!
Disclosure: I don't own Hustle, otherwise I would have renewed to for another season!
"So, Mr Ford, all we need now is the transfer details, and you will be the owner of the champion race horse, 'Get Lucky'" She paused then glanced at her co-worker. "Mr Murphy, could you please give Mr Ford the laptop?" She stated, before adjusting her stance. The laptop was passed between the two men. People moved around the small group which had gathered in the centre of the hotel lobby, oblivious to the exchange which was taking place. The group seemed to only be absorbed by the swift typing of fingers which hit the keyboard at a rapid pace. The younger man glanced up, smiling at the petite blonde which stood opposite to him.
"So when will I see the beauty?" He asked whilst passing the laptop back to the man. His dark fingers wrapt around the hard case, closing the lid he placed the machine in the briefcase. He opened his mouth, allowing his crisp British accent to answer Mr Ford's question.
"Well she should be at the stables in about 5-7 days" He said, shaking Mr Ford's hand.
"Well it seems everything is in order, so if you don't mind I have a meeting in fifteen minutes, so I must leave." He paused gathering his briefcase and jacket. "Pleasure doing business with you, Miss Smith and Mr Murphy" He shook their hands before walking out of the hotel and into the commotion which littered the streets of London. They both let out a sigh of relief, as their eyes followed Mr Ford outside of the building.
"It just seems like such a waste when such a good scam is used on the most pathetic excuse of a man" said the blonde glancing up into the mahogany eyes which stared into the crystal blue waters of her eyes,"but still it always feels good to be relieving him of some of Daddy's pocket money" she smiled at him, the man wrapping his arms around the small of her waist. "Mickey, I thought we said we would keep business and pleasure separate." She stated.
He whispered into her ear. "We did, but you have to break the rules once in a while." He dipped his head, tangling his hands in the blonde curls which perfectly framed her pale face. Suddenly their lips touched each other, intensifying the kiss she wrapped her hands around his neck pulling their two bodies together. It was broken by the vibration which erupted from the pocket of his pant leg. His hand searched for the smartphone, glancing at the screen he pressed the green button accepting the call.
"Yes Ash, we just finished. The half a million should be sitting in the bank account." He paused listening to the response from the other end of the phone. The blonde gathered her handbag, waiting for Mickey to finish the call. "Yes, it went well. See you in five." He pressed the red button, placing the phone back into the pocket of his pant leg.
"I think our excellent efforts need to be celebrated, champagne at Eddie's?" He glanced into the pool of blue, smiling when she nodded. "I could murder a drink." She said.
The two figures walked across the hotel lobby, their hands intertwining. Suddenly she stopped, her hands escaping the grasp of Mickey's fingers. He swung around to glance at the spot that Emma seemed to be transfixed by, worried by the prospect of past marks recognizing them. He turned back to stare at the petite blonde. Her eyelids drooped, her handbag thumped as it dropped to the floor. Mickey followed the commotion, glancing at the contents of the bag which was thrown across the floor. He looked into her eyes.
"Emma?" He said worriedly. "Em, are you ok?" His breathing quickened.
Emma's eyelids closed shut as darkness engulfed her. Shutting her off from the world. She plummeted to the ground, falling against the cold tiles of the hotel lobby. Mickey rushed to her side, a worried expression plagued his face, as he watched his girlfriend falling towards the ground. Her golden curls strewn around her face, her arms flopped to the sides of her body, laying peacefully oblivious to the commotion which surrounded her.
Mickey knelt next to the unconscious body of his girlfriend. He checked her pulse, the slight beating filling him with relief. The hotel medical staff came to check on the girl which lay against the cold tiles. The staff separated the dense circle which had surrounded the two con-artists. The doctor pulled Mickey aside. Mickey was anxious, eager to find out what was wrong with Emma. The doctor told him that she was probably just suffering from stress and advised Mickey to take Emma home so she could rest. He thanked her, and pulled his phone out, awaiting the familiar voice of his friend.
"Yeah Mickey, where are you?" The calm voice cooled Mickey down, taking a deep breath before explaining to Ash the current situation. "As we were leaving the lobby to meet you at Eddie's, Emma stopped and then she fainted." He heard the pause on the other side of the line as the phone was placed on the bar, and the situation was explained to the rest of the team. Sean's voice erupted in Mickey's ear, plagued with worry for his sister. "Don't worry Mick, we'll be there in five minutes." The call disconnected, and Mickey awaited the arrival of the rest of the team.
Mickey walked back to his girlfriend, and began to stroke her hair. The clatter of footsteps awoke Mickey from his dream-like trance and he was greeted by the rest of the team. Mickey lifted the blonde, wrapping his arms around the back of her knees and her neck. Sean placed his sister's hands around Mickey's neck as Ash gathered the contents of her handbag. They walked over the the black cab which awaited them at the front of the building.
