I've always wondered how Valentine met Gazelle. So I thought, heck, why not write it out? So here it is, folks. Hopefully you'll enjoy it and not die of boredom. XD

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingsman in any sort of way.

Chapter One-

The cool, autumn evening wind swept across the grass, causing dead leaves to flutter and swirl about. Richmond savoured the fresh air, enjoying the sound of the leaves crunching beneath his feet. Stuffing a hand into his pocket, he began whistling a cheerful tune as he strolled out of the city park and across an intersection.

Cars flew past him, their drivers eager to get home after a long day at work. People bustled past him, their briefcases and bodies occasionally ramming into him. He marveled at how they kept their heads down, how they tried to remain in their own little bubble.

A few moments later, he bounded up a set of steps, pushing open the door and sighing contentedly as a blast of warm air hit his face. He inhaled the intoxicating aromas of fries before ambling into line behind the cashier. He waited patiently as a beefy, red-faced man got into a loud argument with the employee. Something about no bacon in his burger. When it was Richmond's turn, he leaned against the counter with a big smile, and placed his order.

"Two cheetheburgerth with thecret thauce, pleathe. And a happy meal toy, don't care which one. Take out." He paid, dropping each coin onto the counter individually. The cashier gave him a sharp look and his grin got wider. He gave her an extra four dollars, and insisted she keep the change. She shrugged nonchalantly, but returned his smile.

As Richmond walked out of the McDonald's, he rolled the paper bag tighter, gripping it. The crinkle was so satisfying that he flattened the top of the bag out before doing it again. And again. It became a rhythm that matched with each step he took. He was so distracted that he didn't notice the direction he had been heading in- essentially, the wrong one. Stopping, he surveyed the area, looking for some sign of where he was. He was in a dark side street. He shrugged, before continuing in the same direction as before. It was good to get away from the hustle and bustle of life and just take a nice refreshing walk. Who gave a fuck? He'd get somewhere familiar eventually, surely.

It wasn't until he heard a soft thump and a light weight straddling his back, along with the sharp edge of a knife pressing against his throat did he finally begin to worry.

"Give me all your money, baldy," a soft, feminine voice hissed in his ear.

Thanks for reading, hope you liked it! I haven't seen any fanfics about Gazelle and Valentine, which is the main reason I decided to make one. So, what did you think? Post a review- always super appreciated. If interest is shown, I'll post more. :D

-happynomnom