A/N: Been planning this one shot for a while now and not to sure if I'll do more then one chapter or not, still working out the kinks in following parts of the movie. I loved A Good Day to Die Hard. I don't own anything Die Hard related. Plus I think a good FF for this series is Way way over due. Plus Jack is way to hot to not want to do one. Enjoy fave follow and of course review!
-A good Day to die Harder. :{P
Shay was sitting in her loft, coffee in one hand and her glasses in the other. Staring at the trio of computer monitors before tossing her glasses atop a stack of newspapers, files, and some wrinkled notebooks. Rubbing her eyes and sighed out loud. Contemplating if a jail cell back in the states was a better alternative to the small apartment safe house in Moscow. She could go awol but she knew it'd only be a matter of time before they tracked her down again and put her back to work. Probably with her chained in front of a computer. She was a handler and not just any handler, one with crazy computer skills and a small criminal record. When she was assigned her charge she was not excited to be playing babysitter. That was three years ago.
Three years ago they were sent to Russia. They gave her a new identity, Alexa Petrov. She didn't care much for her secret life with the CIA. She was basically being paid to play babysitter for Jack Gennero McClane. In a few weeks the hard set plan to get close to Komarov. Hearing the door, she placed her hand over a holstered gun taped under her desk. A kill switch always within easy access that if shit went south the computers would be scrapped, leaving nothing to what she was up too. Letting out a sigh when in walked Jack with a bag of donuts and coffee.
"God you have got to stop doing that."
"What bringing donuts?"
"No leaving without telling me or even a heads up you were coming back."
"You wouldn't shoot me."
"You sure about that?"
"Pretty sure." Smiling a crooked smirk as he handed her one of the coffees. Shaking her head as her view returned to the monitors.
"Ok I need a break. Starting with one of those donuts your hoarding over there."
"I have like five donuts, I would hardly call that hoarding."
"Right and how many did your fat ass eat on the way here."
"Just one...whats that?" Pointing at the two garment bags hanging from hook next to the door.
"Collins...Probably dropped it off after you left this morning."
"Not a big fan of having him just come and go."
"I'm not either but last I checked we were on the same side."
"Still a little to close for comfort."
"So lets see what they have in mind." Taking a drink of her coffee before setting it down and walked to the bags. Jack had taken a seat on the small pull out where he slept.
Unzipping the first revealed a couple of freshly pressed collared shirts and slacks, both in various colors. "I take it jeans and a t-shirt are out of this equation."
"Nothing new, probably some upscale party they want me to attend so I can gain some more Intel on Chagarin."
"We get to Chargarin, you get to Komarov...Seriously?" Biting her lip and she took in the dark red dress, the second a pale neon pink color. Both would come way above the knee. The dark red one was a revealing bandage dress, while the pink had sheer lace sleeves. Pulling both dresses free of the bag, turning slowly as she held them both up.
"See and you wonder why I don't really trust Collins."
"Because he wants me to wear a skimpy little dress or because I'm going with you?"
"Both...I always had a sneaky suspicion that Mike was a perv." He said, dusting off any powdered sugar from his shirt. Turning she hung them back inside the bag. Shaking her head as she tried to figure out his reason for saying it.
"Wow. Since when do you care what I wear?" His comment making her blush.
"Does it matter? Its going to be dangerous."
"It kind of does. It always going to be dangerous to some degree. Look at our lives so far." Her anger spiked for the first time in a long time since they first arrived. Heading over to just behind the desk to her foot locker. Tossing the pair of wigs aside and shoving her make-up bag and heels to the back. Grabbing a pair of jeans and her boots.
"Ever think I just don't want something to happen to you?"
"I find that hard to believe. I'll be back later." Slamming the bathroom door behind her, emerging minutes later fully dressed and made her way to the door. Meeting her at the door in hopes to stop her.
"Oh come on, Shay. Where are you going?"
"Out."
"Alone?"
"Yeah, I really can't stand to look at you right now. I suggest you get the hell out of my face, McClane."
Putting his hands up in surrender, he silently stepped out of her way. Grabbing her bag and slipped out into the hall.
"At least tell me if you have your phone with you."
"Yeah." Walking backwards, flipping him off with both hands, then disappeared behind a corner.
Punching the door frame, then slamming the door behind him.
She walked for what seem like miles, often times finding herself feeling like she was walking in circles. Hearing her stomach growl, she mentally kicked herself for not eating one of Jack's donuts before she left. Checking her watch she noticed it was a little after lunch time. Heading for a near-by restaurant, Pinzeria. Ordering a pizza to go, she wasn't to far from where she was going. Ordering a double shot of vodka while she waited.
A soft vibration from her pocket, broke her concentration. Slamming back the second shot, she checked her phone. 'Eight missed calls.'
"Blagodaryu!" (*Thanks*) She replied to the dark haired woman who brought her her food. The woman smiled and nodded as she added Shay's money to her register. Stepping back out into the street she sent Jack a message. 'safe. On way.'
Slipping back inside, she found him sitting, leaned over a file, sifting through its contents.
"I take it just a location stake out"
"Yup."
"No, you don't get to be mad." Pointing at him, shaking her finger. Making sure he couldn't argue back.
"Whats in the bag?" Letting out a deep sigh he replied.
"Pizza."
"Really?"
"Yeah, just don't eat it all before I get back, doughnut boy."
"Your leaving again?" He replied, tossing the file to the side of the couch.
"Calm down, I'm just going to take a shower."
He didn't even touch the food until she was done showering. Hair wrapped tightly in a towel, she sat cross legged next to him on the couch. Eating in silence as he went over the details of the job at hand.
"We get in, find out what we need, and get the hell out."
"Basically. I get to be the hot distraction."
"Pretty much. We're only going to scope out the place."
"Alright lets get to it. We are going to talk later. No way out of it."
His jaw tensed as she got up and grabbed the dark red dress. Grabbing her make-up bag and strappy heels and locked herself in the bedroom. Taking up the bathroom, he quickly showered and shaved. Buttoning a grayish blue shirt, when he heard her call to him.
"Hey, do you think you can help me zip this?"
"Yeah?" He said as she unlocked the door.
Tucking in his shirt into black pants. Entering the bedroom, she had her back to the door. She was finishing up the last few touches on her hair. His hands slide down her back til his fingers settled on the tiny zipper. Biting his lip as he slid it up. He felt his heart still to race, taking in the sight of Shay. A million thoughts ran through his mind. He had never quite looked at her this way. They argued and fought like dogs, but at the end of the day he cared for her.
Clearing his throat and played off any impression that he was checking her out. The dress hugged dangerously on her curves and dipped low enough to highlight her cleavage. Smirking at his slight nervousness. Grabbing her tiny silver clutch from the bed and patted him on the shoulder.
"Okay so lets do this." He said grabbing his keys.
The ride to the club was quiet, simply staring out the window. Pulling up to the building bathed in purple light and strobes, he cleared his throat again. Sighing she kept her composure and turned to him. His eyes traced lines up her legs, the curves of the dress, the dip between her breasts.
"Buy me a drink?"
"We're suppose to be working."
"I won't tell if you won't."
Laughing, he rolled his eyes and got out. Shay following, putting full sway of her hips on display as they crossed the street. Running his hand down the small of her back as he spoke Russian to the bouncers. Not moving his hand til they were inside. They split up and would meet back over by the bar. She met with her friend and CI, Kalyna. Attempting to keep their correspondence as brief as possible, the girl followed her into the bathroom.
"Damn girl, it has been to long."
"So is tonight a social call or business."
"Can't it be a little of both?"
"With you...no...not really."
"That's not totally unfair."
"So who was the hot guy?"
"That is...um nobody."
"Look like somebody to me." Flipping her hair back out of her face. Checking her lipstick in the mirror.
"He is still off limits."
"Fine, fine little mouse, no touching."
"What do you have for me?" Rolling her eyes at her blonde friend, her face still serious.
"Your accent is improving since last we met."
"About what I asked for."
"The man your looking for, payed for VIP in advance."
"How much in advance?"
"A month. Apparently he is out of country for big boss man."
"Chagarin?"
"No his lap dog, Anton. He is throwing himself party when he gets back."
They lowered their voices and pretended to talk about drinks when a snobbish group of girls entered the bathroom. Soon as they left they picked up on there conversation.
"Do I want to know how you know?"
"Not unless we want to continue this little friendship."
"Trust me, the less I know about what you do is a good thing."
Opening her clutch and handing the blonde a couple of hundred bucks. The blonde accepted with a smile, slipping the cash into the left side of her bra.
"Always pleasure."
Picking a spot that gave her perfect view to the VIP area. A dark haired man with a ponytail, took up the stool next to her and offered her more then one drink. Putting his hand on her lower back, whispering compliments in Russian in her ear. Rolling her eyes at his lame pick up lines. Shaking her head at the bartender when he went to pour her another drink. Then the man got a little to close for comfort and wasn't taking the hint when she said no. He kept trying to push her to drink and she would politely decline, til he tried to slip his hand up her thigh. Gripping his wrist and twisting it, she shoved his hand away. When the man tried to protest, trying this time to drag her off to the dance floor or to the alley behind the club she wasn't sure. He was speaking too fast and too low for her to translate it. Pushing him away
"YA skazal net." (*I said no.*)
Finally Jack came over, snaking his arm around her waist, kissing her neck. Telling the guy to piss off in Russian over her shoulder.
"Otvali ona so mnoy." (*Piss off, she's with me.*) He sounded more cocky then usual, not arrogant but possessive in a good way. The first few seconds were awkward as the pony-tailed man simply gawked at them before retreating back into the crowd. Mumbling something about her being a stupid bitch or Jack being a cock block, she was to distracted to translate. Shifting closer to him when he brushed her hair away from her ear. Whispering into it, as he nibbled her earlobe.
"I hope you found out something, while you were being air humped over here."
"Well prior to that experience, I did get a little something."
Her breathe caught in her throat when he lingered longer then he should have. She gripped the edge of the bar til he finally sat in the next stool. Ordering a few shots and passing one to her. Slamming it back and waved to the bartender for another. Attempting to calm her nerves. She couldn't quite figure it out why he was getting under he skin like he was. So instead of making eye contact with him, she slowly spun the empty shot glass between her fingers.
"So what did you find out?"
"There's going to be an epic party."
"Do you know when?"
Both tossing back another shot, when he turned to her. Turning her stool so that she was no longer focused on the growing collection of shot glasses. Cupping her knee, brushing his thumb over its exposed skin.
"I have a rough estimate."
Seeing the sleazy guy out the corner of her eye, she ran her hand up the buttons of Jack's shirt. Putting on her most seductive smirk and leaned into Jack. Cupping his face and kissed him. At first it was just a distraction. Then Jack leaned in further deepening the kiss. She lost her self, biting his lip as she pulled away. Letting her hand fall from his face. Patting him on his thigh, she played off the blush in her cheeks once the coast was clear.
"Ever think about whats next?"
"You mean after this job?"
"Yeah, any plans?"
"A change in climate would be nice."
"I can't argue with that."
Smiling she tilted her head, pointedly over toward the dancing. It was busy even for a week day. She had to give Russia credit, they knew how to party.
"Can we dance for a little bit?"
"Since when do you dance?"
"I dance all the time, especially when your not home."
"Oh really? So you dance when Mike's there?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?-" Smirking, she stood and walked backwards away from him. "-Come on, don't leave me to dance by myself. That one guy already isn't a fan of mine."
Rolling his eyes, he took his last shot, and for a moment stared at her. Her hips swayed with the music and at the same time a rhythm all their own. Clenching his jaw as to followed after her. Putting her back to his chest, she slid his hands to her hips. When the beat picked up, she seductively ground herself against him. Leaning back into him, his lips moved to her neck. Causing an extra dark smile to cross her face.
"Please tell me you don't dance like this with Mike."
Spinning her so that she faced him, she ran her hands up his chest and up to his neck. His hands returning to her hips as she continued to dance with him. Tilting her head back as she gripped his shoulders, causing his grip to tighten slightly. Righting herself, she whispered into his ear.
"I think we should talk when we get back."
Letting go of her hip and instead grabbed hold of her hand. Leading her toward the exit. She spotted Kalyna, their eyes met long enough for Kalyna to wink at her and shake her head. Returning to her own friends as Jack continued on. He didn't slow til they were at the car. He never took his eyes off the road, not once did he glance at her. So she simply kept her eyes locked to the passing lights of the city. Leaving the car a few blocks away from their place so they walked back.
"Even after we're done here, he won't be the last."
"I know. Who knows one of us could be state side sooner or later...or both." Rubbing her arms as they entered the building.
"Wouldn't that be nice. I have my hearing after this is over."
"And?"
"Well depends on how they feel about me returning to the real world or not."
"If they gave you a choice, lets say to continue to work with me or to do whatever it is you were doing before, what would you choose?"
"For your information, I kinda like working with you, even when you can be more then annoying at times."
"Very funny."
"I'm serious my life before this wasn't exactly sunshine and rainbows, babysitting you is better then feeling like I'm constantly on the run."
Stroking her arm gently, giving her a soft smile.
Once inside, she grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge. Kicking off her heels and putting them back with her things. Walking over to Jack who had returned to his previous seat on his couch, unbuttoning his shirt and kicking off his own shoes. Sitting on her feet, not caring she was still in her dress.
"Jack...when I kissed you earlier...?"
"Yeah?"
"Did it..did you...I don't even know what I'm even attempting to ask." Shaking her head
"How about we share what you found out while you figure it out?"
"All I know is that the lap dog were looking for is planning to throw himself a party in a month."
"Okay then we have about four weeks to work out the details."
"Exactly. Word is he is currently out of the country til then, but no one knows where."
"Figures."
"Yeah and like always, I can't tell you how I know."
"What good is a CI if everyone knows who they are."
Taking a deep breath as Jack laid his head on the back of the couch. A fear crept through her, she slowly became terrified that things could be very awkward between them. They had kissed before but not like that, no where near close to that kiss at the bar. Mentally cussing herself, tell herself to suck it up and just open her mouth.
Staring at her fingers she couldn't make herself look at him directly not just yet. Clearing her throat, she tried again. Before she could even open her mouth, he pulled her into his lap, brushing the hair from her face. Not giving her a chance to protest, he kissed her again. Hesitating, she was tense, til his fingers found their way to her waist.