Okay, I've done it again! Started another fic while in the middle of another one. Sorry but I can't help it! I just had to start this, it's probably been done before but I hope it's slightly different. Okay, well I guess it's like Mr and Mrs Smith.
Spoilers: None that come to mind.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Deadly Passion
PROLOGUE
"Drop the gun!"
The two killers stood opposite one another, guns aimed and ready. The man stared intently into the woman's eyes and saw fear. His gun was still pointing at her forehead, and hers at his. They were standing only a metre apart.
"No, you drop yours."
Another tense moment passed and still no shooting had begun. Suddenly the man's killer instinct diminished and was replaced by confusion. He took in their unusual surroundings again. Hesitantly he lowered the weapon and dropped it to the floor.
"What are you doing?" She asked watching his action suspiciously.
"I don't want to kill you. I can't kill you." He stated firmly and let his arms fall to his side.
She still had her gun trained on him. "Why?" Her voice shook and he could see her confusion too.
"I don't know." He replied. "All I know is that I don't want to hurt you anymore."
She bit her lip and then shouted in frustration. "Stop it! Pick it up and let's finish this!" Her hand began to shake and her lip trembled.
He moved forward until the barrel was touching skin. "Then do it."
Her eyes widened in shock and immediately took a step back. "Why can't I do this?" She whispered tearfully, trying desperately to hold back the unshed tears. It was her job, so why couldn't she kill him?
"Because it is not you." He answered beginning to remember. "This is not what you do."
The woman took a deep breath and finally lowered her aim slightly.
"John?"
"Elizabeth."