A/N: Before you read and review (ahemmm...take notice "read AND review"), please keep in mind that this is my first fanfic. Let me repeat. First. Ever. So don't be too harsh. Not many people write JONAS stories, and I know I may not get tons of reviews, but I'll be happy if I have two reviewers who honest to goodness love this story! I'm not too confident about my writing though, so it'd mean a lot if you took the time to let me know what you think.

LoveLoveYouAlreadyy., Nicolette(:

Disclaimer: I own JONAS. Kiddinggg!

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"I'm not sure you understand what you're saying." I breathed, languidly hypnotizing him as I whispered into his ear.

The cold steely gaze hardened, as he sipped his beer.

Seconds developed into a series of diffident minutes, and the low-lit room reeked of distortion. Something was dreadfully wrong. His eyes raked my slightly exposed body and the unwanted filth gave way when his hand slowly trekked down my shoulder. My insides cringed in disgust, but my outward expression was one of lust. Fingers that had created a bond with the trigger of a gun like no other, roamed through my brunette locks. Fear consumed me to the very core, yet I moaned in a practiced pleasure.

"You lied." His gruff voice sliced the air, and a chill ran down my spine.

I smirked teasingly, "Technically no, I didn't. I figured you would already assume a girl like me to be attached."

He laughed dryly, and wound his arm around my neck pulling me closer. "How cliché. The big man wants to cuddle." I spoke huskily. "Too bad I want a little more." I shifted my position, only to find myself unmoved. Craning my head to the right, I caught his penetrating stare and immediately I knew that he knew.

"What's the matter, tough guy?" Choosing the facial expression of confusion intertwined with a trace of seduction.

"You're good, I'll give you that." He crookedly smiled.

I opened my mouth, but shut it automatically as his hand rose in silence. "I've never been played so…well. But please, just stop. You're embarrassing yourself. We both know you're lies have nothing to do with your relationship status. To be quite frank, I'm not sure what angers me more—you lying to me, or you even suggesting me to be an honest man." He chuckled and the unwelcome stench of alcohol swept across my face.

Panic coursed through my veins, but my eyes daringly latched onto the gaze of New York's most dangerous killer. "I have no idea what you are on about. Let's just head off to bed, for a good night's rest." I winked. The right eye. Twice. But nothing happened. I gave the signal, but nothing happened.

This time when he looked at me, I twitched. And I gave myself away. Completely raw, unguarded, fear was displayed in my chocolate orbs for a millisecond, but it was a millisecond too long.

A door creaked open, footsteps were heard behind me, and a gun was nestled comfortably onto my temple at his beckon. Turning my head to glare at the new presence holding a weapon against it, I froze.

Johnny. "Johnny?" My voice completely deflated of its previous edge, as I was now face to face with my only chance of escaping this nightmare. My partner, my blood-brother, my best friend. The one person I needed had finally arrived, but instead of saving me, he was going to kill me. And deep in my soul, I secretly prayed he would.

"Shut up."

A voice that had always brought such comfort, suddenly made me tremble in terror. I hadn't a clue how to control the hurt and betrayal I felt, so I did the one thing I was good at, and pushed them aside not to be remembered, but replaced with fury.

Tears refused to be shed as my eyes swept around the room casually, my mind back in focus. Then before one could blink I knocked my head backward into the man currently gripping me, ignoring the pain, and elbowed him in the side causing his arms to release me from their tangled form. Swinging my body around, I lifted my left leg and contacted it with Johnny's cheek. As his head moved in the opposite direction due to force, I sneakily grabbed the object in his left jeans pocket and removed it from his sight as his blazing eyes met mine before he punched me square in the nose. Falling into a clumsy roll, I held down the number two on the object, and then slid it under the chair I fell beside, in one swift motion. Johnny was a far better fighter than me, and I knew if luck wasn't on my side he was going to win in the end, but I couldn't resist the urge to attack him after his loyalty to me was proven false.

So I ran, sliding onto the ground at the last possible moment, using my small frame as interference to Johnny's stance. I quickly, yet not quickly enough, stood only to find two guns pointed at me now. Apparently, this is what happens when things go unplanned. I retracted, backing up slowly until I hit the wall unknowingly.

"I…" I began only to be cut off fiercely.

"Shut up, Mace." Johnny spat.

"My name is Melissa. Melissa Goldberg." The edge in my tone was clear.

"Shut. Up." He growled, while taking a step forward.

"I'll shut up when I feel like—" The sound of a trigger being pulled bounced of the walls in the room, and I shut my eyes tightly before the sound was echoed multiple times.

"NYPD! PUT YOUR HANDS UP! DROP THE GUNS, NOW!" Shouts were heard, but my eyes remained closed.

I was safe. For now.

I slid to a sitting position against the wall, and squeezing my eyes shut tightly, I released one lone tear. I let it fall. Slowly, painfully. Dropping off my chin, and onto my clenched fist. Memories scattered my brain, as I searched for a sign. Something I missed that would have warned me of Johnny's betrayal. I loved him. And he wanted to kill me. I imagined life without all the secrecy. Life with friends, family…normalcy, and I wished that amidst all the commotion just one person would take a second to study my face. Then maybe they'd finally get it. Maybe then they would see through my façade, and find a young, shaken girl, with nothing left. But they didn't. And they wouldn't.

Taking a deep breath I forced my eyelids open, and took in the scene before me. The dim light illuminated the figures that darted back and forth. The men who had come dangerously close to witnessing my last breaths, already cuffed and removed from the area. I stood and blended into the chaos, as I briskly walked out the rundown building, halting as I found what I had been searching for.

There he was, held against the car in cuffs. I ignored the officer behind him and studied him, no sign of emotion on my face.

"How?" He whispered, not looking me directly in the eye.

"Why?" I retaliated icily.

His head snapped up quickly in fury, "Don't play games. How? How did you get them here?"

"Front pocket. Left side." I stated calmly.

His brown eyes peered into my own, as if he didn't believe it had really been that simple. "How'd you know it was there?" Johnny he sighed in defeat, finding nothing but honesty.

I shrugged, "That's the beauty of it. I didn't have a clue."

Johnny chuckled dryly, "I taught you well."

"Don't flatter yourself. I didn't pick up all of your bad habits. My loyalty has never, and will never waver." My voice was sharp.

He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and nodded. The eyes identical to my own seeped into my very core. "I love you, Macy. You know that."

"Really? Last time I checked, you don't point a gun to the head of someone you supposedly love. You don't misuse their trust, and you definitely do not lie to their face." My eyes burned with hatred.

"I've never lied to you."

"You are right now."

Our eyes connected and my heart nearly stopped at the emotion in his. I couldn't place my finger on exactly what those chocolate orbs displayed, but the desperation was obvious. "Please, Macy. I know you don't get it yet, but please. Just say it back. Tell me you love me."

I remained still as stone, pushing myself to recall his actions from only moments prior.

The officer yanked Johnny's arm, "Sorry, Ms. Misa but it's time for him to go."

I stood frozen, watching my everything get slammed into the back of a police car. As the officer began pulling away, a glimpse of my true feelings was exposed. "Wait!" I cried, running up to window closest to my brother. I motioned for the man to roll it down, and my brother wasn't met with the cold, expressionless face I typically held. Instead he saw the unmasked pain, and fears in a young child's eyes. I whispered so only he could hear, "I love you too." And turning away I stepped from the car, not wanting to see his reaction.

I could hear the tires against the gravel as he was driven away, but my thoughts were interrupted when a hand was placed on my shoulder. I lifted my head to find myself beside Detective Carson, him holding a cell phone in my direction. "It's for you."

I grabbed the phone in response, before nodding at him to leave. Once he sauntered off, I focused on the phone call, already sure of who it would be. "Black."

"I have a new case for you." His voice sounded through the phone, straight to the point.

"Already?" I scoffed.

"Do you have a problem with that?" His no-nonsense tone was growing irksome.

I sighed. "No, sir. Not at all. I just wanted to—"

"Well, that will have to wait. I'll see you here at base in a few hours."

Sensing he was about to hang up I stopped him, "Hold up!"

"What?" I rolled my eyes at his impatience.

"At least tell me where."

I could almost hear the small smile through the phone. "Horace Mantis Academy. Macy, you're finally getting a chance to be a normal teenage girl. Somewhat." And just like that, the line went dead.

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