A/N:

Hey guys. So, this is my other story that I decided to post too. Quick side note, I wanted a huge intro, so here's one so big that I'm splitting it into two. Okay, well, enjoy!

Chapter One Half: Guns and Roses

I stepped into the bright yellow house. I positioned my gun so it was pointed towards the ground, unease pitting in my stomach. It was eerily silent and unnaturally bright. I crept down the hallway, peeking into each room. I paused at the last room at the end of the hall. My hands tightened around the gun, my palms slick with nervous sweat. I took a quick breath before throwing my gun up and striding into the room.

"Stop where you are." My voice echoed clearly off the walls. The man froze as my gun was positioned on his head. Just the guy I was looking for. I smirked. He looked to be in his mid-thirties with a salt and pepper buzz cut. He looked shocked for a quick second before relaxing his posture.

"It's about time you got here, darling. I thought you'd never show." A smug smirk lay across his thin lips. He straightened his suit and I loaded the gun, aiming it steadily at his forehead. He chuckled- a threatening sound. "Relax sweetheart, I just want to look nice." His black eyes were challenging. I took a step forward.

"Freeze. This is your last warning." My hands didn't dare tremble as I took another courageous step towards him. I can do this. I will do this. He smirked and winked at me, causing me to narrow my eyes at him. I felt something dig into my throat, ripping me back, attempting to choke the life out of me. The gun flew from my hands as I was forced against a hard chest, being held only by the wire digging into my throat. My fingers clawed uselessly at it as the oxygen was cut from me. I couldn't see my attacker but I could see the other man who was approaching me with a cloth. I assumed chloroform was on it and thrashed in the attacker's arms. Objects began blurring together and I desperately threw a vicious back kick at my attacker. The attacker yelped and released me and I spun out of their grasp. I kicked the other man in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards. I whipped around to see my attacker was a woman who must have been in her late twenties with blonde hair and a curvy body. She threw a punch that landed right on my cheek causing me to yelp that time. I threw a punch at her but she easily deflected it.

"Darlin', you're up against the professionals. I suggest y'all surrender now before things start gettin' ugly." She purred in her southern accent. I snorted at her and her smirk faltered.

"Surrender? Me? Now what ever did I do?" I mocked her in a faux southern accent. I batted my eyelashes and tilted my head to the side. Her mascaraed eyes narrowed at me in annoyance. She and the man stood next to each other, watching me, looking at the different ways to attack me. Finally the woman charged at me. Finally. I calculated her speed before cartwheeling to the side and scooping up my gun. I shot the woman in the shoulder. She's lucky I "accidentally" missed. She cried out and fell to her knees, obviously trying to ignore the pain. With no success she hunched over and the man watched with a sad smile on his face.

"We could've done this the easy way..." He shook his head before pulling out his gun with incredible speed and shooting my gun right out of my hands. I jumped in shock and he smirked. "I play dirty lucky for you." He threw his gun to the floor and started walking towards me. I waited for him to make a move. He threw out a fist which I barely avoided.

"Hasn't anyone told you you're not supposed to hit a girl?" I sent a challenging smile his way as he continued to throw kicks and punches.

"Has anyone told you girls are good in the kitchen for a reason?" His lips thinned as he smirked. Again. This dude was seriously starting to piss me off. Anger sparked within me and I lashed out. I managed to punch him in the face but it had little effect. He grabbed my wrists, disabling my arms and hands. I kneed him where it counts and he instantly released, bending downwards. I pulled my .22 Magnum Pistol out of my boot and shot him in the forehead. He slumped to the floor, his lifeless eyes staring at nothing. I peeked over and saw the woman has escaped leaving only a trail of blood. I smiled to myself. Another job well done. Guy- dead. Girl- thinking she escaped. Perfect. Successfully completing a mission made me extremely giddy.

I spit some blood on the floor before reaching down to tuck my hidden gun away. I heard the door creak and instantly had my gun out and pointed at the approacher. The approacher smiled and I lowered my gun in irritation.

"Son of a bitch, Danny, you scared the hell out of me." I frowned at Danny's growing smile.

"Wow Amelia, you handled this one all by yourself. I'm so proud." He put his palm over his heart and pretended to wipe tears from his face. I rolled my eyes and tucked my gun in my boot.

"Stop calling me that." I hissed at him. I hated my full name. Currently, I'm undercover and all of my "friends" call me Emmie because I'm undercover as "Emma". Just as awful. Back at the base everyone calls me Lia, except for the boss of course.

"Aw, 'c'mon Lia, ya know I was just kiddin''." He teased. I ignored him and walked over to pick up my other gun, which I tucked in the back waistband of my jeans. I pulled my t-shirt over it so it wasn't noticeable.

"Danny, you shouldn't be here. Shouldn't you be in Mexico handling the illegal shipments Diablo has been exporting?" I raised my eyebrows at him and cocked my hip to the side. He rolled his eyes and glared at me.

"I finished early and decided to visit my wonderful partner in Greensboro, North Carolina to check in on her because she is just so wonderful." He smirked. "But what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be back in Boston undercover as Emmie? The bratty rich girl?" I frowned.

"Boss gave me a little side mission. A break. Being a bratty rich girl isn't exactly fun." I smirked. Danny fake gasped.

"Boss favors you whether you'd like to admit it or not." He looked dramatically into the distance as if in deep thought.

"Shut up. But seriously, what are you gonna do here?" He squinted his eyes at me for a second before responding.

"I was planning on heading back to Boston with you actually." He smirked at me.

"Uh, not happening. I'm not road tripping with you for twelve whole hours." I shook my head. "No way."

"Too bad, so sad. I'm coming with." He sauntered out of the room. I stood there for a second before scowling. A real gentleman would have helped me clean up this mess. But Danny isn't a gentleman, he's a jackass. I wiped my sweaty hands on my thighs and sighed before getting to work.

Once I disposed of the body and bloody trail I shut the door and walked out to my car.

"Thanks for the help." I spat sarcastically. I wasn't really pissed, just grouchy. Danny sat in the passenger seat, ignoring me. I rolled my eyes and slid into the driver's side.

"There's no way you're leaving, is there?" A grin was plastered to his face as he shook his head. I blew out a rough sigh as I slid the keys in the ignition and started the car. When I did faraway business I drove the Impala, but otherwise I drove a motorcycle. I loved my motorcycle and I hated the impala, but work was work. I continued driving down the road, knuckles clenched. I hate driving because when I drive, I think. I kill people. That's my job. I'm kind of like a spy. Or assassin. My boss tells me what to do, who to kill, who to watch, and I do it. I kill people without hesitation. I hide their bodies, bury them, and incinerate them. Whatever. I mean, I guess they aren't innocent people but... they're still people. But it's my job. I'm saving lives. I take a couple lives and save many. So... it's good, right?

"Sorry to interrupt dreamland, but, do you want me to drive? You look exhausted Lia. When was the last time you slept?" There were few moment where Danny was serious or concerned. I could tell because he wasn't smirking or teasing me. Might as well take advantage of it. Or suck it up and grow a pair.

"Doesn't matter. I'm fine." Truth was, I hadn't slept in a while. Sure I was still sharp, but I was still exhausted. I hadn't slept in over three days. Sounds impossible, but I've been trained to deal. I've been too busy keeping eyes and ears on the man and woman. When I'm on a mission, sleep isn't my top priority. Usually my tiredness doesn't affect me until after my mission. Like right now.

"Well, you just ran two red lights, and I'd rather die a noble death, so pull over Amelia." I sighed in frustration. Only in some rare occasions is Danny right, and sadly, this was one of them. I pulled over onto the shoulder, setting the car into park. I climbed out and stumbled over to the other side. I collapsed into the other seat, shutting the door just as Danny buckled.

"Jeez slowpoke. Get some rest, I'll drive."

"Shut up." I mumbled. I didn't bother asking if he knew the way. I rested my forehead on the window and instantly fell asleep.