* Hi Everyone,this is my first fic. I adore Stendan and miss them now Emmett has left Hollyoaks. I found this site and love reading all your truly amazing fics! :D I thought I would try and write one myself,a spy story,I hope it's okay,I am winging it! lol Please review and let me know if I should continue this? *
A spy who loved me.
The morning sunshine shone down through the tiny parting of the curtains, light catching over his eyes and woke him lazily from his dream. He stretched out all the sleep from his body and yawned heavily.
As he sat up and rubbed his eyes open and walked to the bathroom, the reflection was hazy, yawning loudly he ran some water and splashed it over his face, and looked back into the mirror. Better thought Ste.
Ste got dressed for work, dark blue jeans,white t-shirt,casual smart. Ste opened his bedside drawer and took out his his gun belt,put it on around his shoulder and adjusted it to his left side, putting on a short jacket to conceal his weapon. Grabbing his keys,phone and wallet, Ste headed out from his posh apartment and down to the garage.
Company car, he loved it, shining bright silver in the sun, as he got in and started up the engine. Cheryl Cole blasted out of the speakers, ashamedly loud as passing runners glanced over and gave him funny looks, he didn't care, putting on his dark sunglasses and beaming wide Ste put his foot down and drove off to work.
The drive through town was busy everyone going about their daily business, off to work, off to play. Ste was lucky as his job pretty much entailed both, and a whole lot more besides, he put himself in danger nearly everyday, but he loved the thrill of the chase, and wondered who he would have to chase this time. And Ste always caught them, he was best at his job, regarded highly in his role.
The car pulled into a car park hidden beneath a huge building, comprising of offices. He drove up to the booth as a security guard in a suit walked over, wearing sunglasses, even though the sun wasn't to be seen anywhere down here. "Morning!" said Ste lowering his glasses to peer over the top.
"You gonna let me in?" He ginned.
"Depends" replied the guard "I.D." Steven sighed and lent over to the glove compartment grabbing his badge. "Why do we have to do this each time? Everyday I come here, everyday you ask/say the same things, you know who I am!"
The guard was stone faced as he glanced over the badge, and then back at Ste, checking twice to be sure. You can go through, he said and walked back to his booth and sat down.
"A pleasure as always!" Ste shouted sarcastically as he drove past and into his own parking place.
The building was huge, as you walk in there is a reception with two more guards manning the desk, with two metal detectors either side. People in suits are walking about looking busy. Steven takes off his glasses and hooks them into his top pocket and walks over to the reception.
"Hi George! How are you this morning? Friendlier than Bob I hope, would it kill him to crack a smile?" Ste laughed.
George smiled back, he glanced at Ste over his golden hair and blue eyes, he could drown in them if Ste would let him. George coughed quickly as he realised he was staring too much
"Ha ha, oh well you know Bob, he takes this job seriously doesn't he, you might be a drug lord in disguise trying to get in here." George was cringing, what a thing to say, he best scan Ste before his foot gets wedged further in his mouth.
"Hmmm, I guess" replied Steven as he stood legs apart and arms stretched out at both sides while George nervously scanned over Stes' body.
*BEEEEEP* George jumped as Ste opened his jacket to show the shine of his holstered gun.
"Just me gun George, oh and probs me keys too!" They both laughed as Ste was waved through the security area and walked towards the elevators.
The doors opened and a there was Lindsey and Leanne chatting.
"Alright girls, how's things?" Steven smiled.
"Great thanks, have you heard about the new assignment yet? There are rumours going around he's been wanted for a while now." Squealed Leanne.
"Oh Leanne! SECRET service remember?! You can't just go blurting it out about missions, who knows who is listening in!" Lindsey sighed and looked over at Ste who couldn't help but smirk as he rolled his eyes back.
"Not heard owt yet, just getting in from a weekend off, I'm sure I'll be briefed once I am in the office.Something to get my teeth into hopefully." Replied Ste
Ste had been itching for a new assignment, a gritty one that would take him off somewhere exotic. As the elevator came to a halt, Leanne was pouting and complaining how she always gets told off for speaking, its not like they were strangers, and all worked together. Lindsey apologized and waved bye to Ste as she hurried after Leanne.
Ste walked towards another reception area, this place was big, like a maze and easy to get lost into. Walking over to the receptionist he noticed it was Cindy, chewing gum with her legs up on the desk and painting her nails a bright red colour. He hadn't realised how quiet he'd been walking up as when Ste said "Hello"
Cindy jumped and spread red nail varnish over her fingers and down her hand. "Wow,nice one for that!" Sneered Cindy.
"Why were you sneaking around? My nails are bloody ruined!" Ste sighed and felt peeved.
"Oh keep ya knickers on will ya, it's just varnish! It'll wash off ya dosey mare! Look, just tell him I'm here will ya, if it's not too much trouble to actually DO your job?" Cindy slowly lowered her legs on the floor and pressed the intercom speaking into it
"Sir? Your morning appointment is here to see you, can I let him through?" A voice crackled through from the other room, and Cindy gestured to Ste to go to the office, all the while he felt the icy glare of her eyes in the back of him as he left reception.
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Brendan Brady
Brendan stood in his office,hands in his pockets, looking out of the window and onto The Liffey. It was a sunny morning,as it cast a shine over the river below. Dublin held a lot of memories for him, good ones with his sister Cheryl by his side. They had grown up together and Brendan cared deeply for Cheryl and would protect her with his life.
No one else mattered more to him and his kids. He was separated from his wife Eileen, and they tolerated each other for the sake of the children but nothing more. Owned this club,Bradys, another one in Liverpool,Chez,Chez, and a small casino in Vegas. Heavily involved in Drugs,dealing them,it served a purpose. Brendan was only bothered making enough money to look after his that meant breaking the law sometimes,he didn't care.
Dublin had bad memories also, of his father Seamus. An evil man, who had belittled and bullied Brendan throughout his childhood, making him into the man he was today,still living the nightmares,and battling those demons inside he found it hard to love. He had created barriers to stop anyone getting close.
"Boss!" A man came into his office all red faced, "It's Kevin again, trying to pull a fast one. Recons he was jumped on his 'delivery' round and lost the drugs and money. Warren says he never even turned up at his place with the package either, what do you want me to do...boss?"
Brendan turned on his heals and hissed through his lips, "What do ye think I want ye to do Walker? Throw a party? Do a dance? No...of course not, now bring Kevin and get out of here."
The phone rings and Brendan answers it with impatience in his voice, but then he tilts his head slightly and listens intently. Sliding back in his chair the thick cushioned leather creaks around him as he sits heavy.
"What do ye mean someone is coming here? Who? How can you tell me only half a fuckin story?! Are ye mad, or just braindead?!" Brendan rolls his fist into a ball and clenches his teeth, he knows he will have to bide his time with this, but one thing for sure, no one ever gets the better of him, and many have tried and failed.
"Fione! I will keep an eye out for anyone different, suppose you want payin for ye information? I will send it British class." Brendan smirks, and then looks up. Kevin is stood there searching his eyes at the floor for something he will never find.
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"Ah, there you are...oh,see you have made an effort with the get up" A man was stood looking out of huge windows that spread across an entire side of the room. You could see the tops of all the other buildings in London. "Don't like to wear suits me,hard to run in,gotta be comfy on the job ey?" Ste walked into an office, although looked like a living room it was that large.
"Sir?" said Ste "Hm. Take a seat please, can I offer you a drink this morning?" His boss turned around and walked over to a drinks cabinet and poured himself a drink and looked at Ste.
"Erm, can I just have a drink of water? Thanks." Asked Ste.
TOP SECRET was emblazoned across the file, which always made him huff out a laugh, just like in the movies he thought.
"Something funny?" His boss had taken a seat at the desk now and was looking over at Ste questionably.
"No sir, just a past memory, sorry." Ste cleared his throat and opened the file.
He read the bio first about the latest villain he would have to dance with. It was the usual stuff really, drug dealer and suspected murderer. Ran a number of night clubs/casino, had connections in Vegas, Liverpool and Ireland to help hide his drug business. This person obviously got around. Ste felt relaxed now, nothing he hasn't dealt with before, going to be easy assignment.
"So, do you think you can handle this one? He's a bit of a name, has a lot of enemies and friends in high places. We have had a file on him for a while, but we need someone to get close to him, infiltrate his business, and bring him down. You are one of our best, so I am counting on your expertise." Ste's boss sat far back in his chair with the glass in his hand, took a drink and stared at Ste, trying to work out what he was thinking.
Ste's mouth was holding a slight smile, one of assurance he knew this would be a walk in the park, he turned the next page to see what this person looked like, when his mouth changed, it opened a little and Ste's tongue crept out slightly over his bottom lip as he looked at each photo.
Some were at a distance, where the man hadn't seen his photographer, others had been business pictures like the kind you see on an advertisement for a club, the picture of the staff members, a picture of the manager...
Ste's finger traced around the man's photo, over every curve of his face, his jaw line, the ever so slight smile, a cocky smile thought Ste. He ginned wider as he paused his finger over the man's moustache, thinking how ridiculously splendid it was, he'd like to feel how soft it felt, and was disappointed he couldn't as his finger covered the glossy moustache on the photo.
"Are you alright there, you seem very engrossed?" Asked the man behind the desk Ste jumped as he was taken aback.
"I...,erm.., yes! Yes I am ok, thank you. I will take the mission, where do I need to be?" Ste looked down at the man again, and read his name out loud in his head and mouthed Brendan Brady.
He had never felt this way before, the heat under his T-shirt collar intensified as he pulled it back off his neck. Who was this man who had made his stomach spring into life, as though a million butterflies had made home inside. One thing was sure, he was going to find out, and he needed to meet this man more than anything else.