Agent Susannah Simon, I liked the sound of that. Top agent at the age of 26, I worked in Carmel with a select group of members in the C.R.R.A. Or Carmel Rescue and Recovery

Agency. I had my dream job and of course my dream guy, self-made businessman, Paul Slater. Everyone agreed we were the perfect couple, powerful and stubborn with natural beauty we just seemed to go together.

The honking of a nearby car broke my thoughts; I was walking to work since I had the time. Walking passed my favorite coffee shop and waving to Marty; the owner, everything seemed nice. That is, until I saw him. In the arms of a bleach blonde I hardly recognized him. But his tailored suit, and nice car were a dead give-away. I recognized her just as fast, fake hair and annoying laugh. Kelly Prescott stood there, pawing for him disgustingly. She looked over and saw me and froze, my expression blank. Paul noticed her stares and turned; looking shocked as I stared back at him if he were simply a random person, or a familiar bird. An unspoken break was passed as neither moved, not even flinched. My phone vibrated in my pocket; work.

Turning I answered my phone and walked around the corner, not looking back.

"Report," I murmured.

"Code 3," aka get your ass over here now, the voice replied quickly.

"On it," I snapped the phone shut and took the short cut to my car.

A black Ferrari with black leather interior and darkly tinted window, it was sleek and fast, boosted if the moment called for it. There were controls for the brightness of all the lights, able to become pitch black. It was my favorite of all the company cars, and I used it when I could.

I work in a simple but large building; on the outside it looks like a simple but growing business. On the inside we have technology from every part of the globe, keeping everything ready for the next mission. It was my second home. Adam McTavish was waiting for me outside, standing ramrod straight. I joined him quickly and we made our way in silently.

"Cal is on the move," He whispered once we were inside.

Cal was 27 and our enemy…once our friend. He was supposed to be top agent, but things never work out the way we planned, do they?

"And?" I looked at him.

"He's after…us," Adam explained as we stepped into the main conference room, the screens lit up with rolling pictures or friends and family, ours stood still on a screen furthest to the left.

"He's kidnapping the one closest to us, in our lives," He went on as I watched the pictures.

"So he's kidnapping you?" I gave a weak smile, not looking at him.

"How sweet," Adam chuckled, "But wouldn't h-"

"No," I interrupted him, "He's got…her,"

Adam was silent for several moments,

"I could shoot him," he offered.

"No," I smiled weakly.

"You sure?" He raised his eyebrow.

"I'm sure," I sighed.

"Oh, and we um, have a new team member. Jesse De Silva, 30, came from a team in Argentina but he's from Spain. He was their head technical man, gadgets and such." Adam changed the subject.

"Why was he sent over?" I asked.

"His team was…broken," He said quietly.

"Ah, and Jared?" I glanced at him,

"Desk mouse," Adam grinned.

Jared was our 47-year-old boss, or Unit Man. In this Agency there are agents, above them were units, above them were guards and above them were the heads of the agency. There is one head for every R.R.A. in the world. For Adam to finally be able to call him a desk mouse was both funny and sad. Jared was still an able man, but the agency didn't want to push him too long and to bring in a new recruit was perfect. Though all of us doubted he would see it as anything but.

"Jesse De Silva," I said aloud, pondering.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," his soft voice drifted in from the doorway, I turned to see him leaning against the post, his black hair thick and curly, framing part of his face. His deep eyes scanned mine as I took note of his turtleneck that fit perfectly and loose jeans. Any other time I would have met him; I might of stared more…well girlishly. But not today, definitely not today.

"Encantada," I dipped my head politely, standing firm.

"You are Miss Suze?" He asked.

"Susannah Simon," I nodded.

"Ah," He grinned softly.

"Where is Jared?" I turned back to Adam, when he grinned again we both said,

"Errands," and shook our heads.

"What is wrong with his…errands?" Jesse asked.

"Oh nothing," I replied, "It's only coffee, and a danish, and Sylvia."

"Sylvia?" Jesse quirked an eyebrow.

"Oh we're not to know of course, it's his personal life," I leaned back.

"Who here actually has a private personal life," Adam snorted.

"So how's CeeCee?" I asked, and he went red.

"CeeCee?" Jesse stepped in.

"CeeCee Adams, 24; granddaughter of Marty Taylor, the owner of the coffee shop a few streets down. Adam's been a puppy for her ever since she brought him a free coffee and donut after a long mission," I answered calmly.

"So he likes her very much," Jesse spoke thoughtfully.

"Yes," I nodded.

"So they are going out," Jesse continued.

"Negative," I shook my head.

"It's a work in progress," Adam interrupted.

"It's a wait for him to get the courage," I corrected.

"You can take a bullet but not ask a girl to a date?" Jesse asked.

"I'll take the bullet," Adam blushed.

"She likes you, ya know, we've talked," I glanced at him.

"When?" Adam asked surprised.

"Once or twice when I needed coffee and you were out cold after a mission," I shrugged.

"What about you?" Jesse asked, looking straight at me.

"Nah, CeeCee isn't my type," I joked.

"Do you have anyone," He pressed on.

"Only P-" Adam began, but I shot him a death glare before looking to the ground,

"No," I replied.

"But.." Jesse looked at Adam.

"I said no and I meant it. I'm single, I don't have a guy, it's done, over, he can kiss my not sorry ass," I choked out bitterly, surprised when my phone rang the all too familiar tone,

"Let me answer it," Adam reached out for the phone.

"No," I shook my head.

"We're a team," He kept his hand out.

"Solo mission," I shook my head again, not seeing Jesse move over and snatch the phone from my belt loop, answering it before I could react.

"Yes?" He stepped back away from me; "No she can't come to the phone right now. We are preparing to leave," He paused as he listened to Paul. "No, I'm afraid I'm not a messenger so she'll just have to do without your message, we're departing, good day."

He snapped the phone shut and slowly handed it towards me, without thinking I grabbed it and sat up, mumbling about coffee.

"Susannah," Jesse turned towards my retreating figure.

"Thanks," I whispered and walked out, pocketing my phone and searched for coffee.

This day was slowly spiraling out of control.