A/N: These characters aren't mine. Borrowing for entertainment purposes. Songs featured in last chapter, also not mine, used only for fun.

Red

Her breathing was heavy as she watched him. He sat at his desk with his profile was to her. She had been out there for half an hour just watching, waiting. Her mind distracted from her mission, she couldn't help but think how beautiful he was. His spiky hair, the line of his jaw, the width of his shoulders, that little furrow in his brow, he was concentrating to damn hard. Then there was that cleft in his chin. She thought of the many hours she spent adoring and tracing that cleft. He moved which brought her thoughts back to the task at hand, hunting. She changed positions in the shadows as he stood and stretched and came to the balcony. His rooms were always at the top of the hotel and always the best. He came out and stared at the lights of Houston below.

"Tsk, Tsk,Tsk," she spoke as she cocked the small cross bow back, moving out of the shadows to be closer to him. "I thought you were better about your surroundings?" she spoke her voice even lower with the voice distorter. He moved to turn around. "I wouldn't pretty boy, stay right where you are."

He laughed, "How long have you been stalking me?" he asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I do, that's why I asked."

"A little testy eh pretty boy? Are you afraid I might have beaten you at your own game?" she spoke triumphantly.

"Hardly," he spoke with a bit of humor in the edge of his voice.

"30 minutes give or take." She answered dryly.

"It's not often that people get the drop on me, as a matter of fact, it really doesn't happen."

"Really?" she asked taking a step closer.

"I have to hand it to you, you were good." He turned around suddenly and took the cross bow out of her hand and grabbed her wrist pulling her to him. "Nice outfit" he spoke as he moved her hood off of her face. She was blushing. He kissed her seductively.

She pulled back out of breath and just shook head. She turned off the voice distorter and sighed, "Thanks. Seriously though, how long did you know I was out here?" She asked.

"Only when I came out here."

"Are you just trying to flatter me?" he just smiled.

"Do you really want me too?" he spoke in an arrogant voice. "Come on let me look at you?" he spoke. She stepped back and he walked around her appraisingly. Low rise red leather pants, healed boots that gave her enough height to alter her image, matching red skin tight leather sleeveless vest with a hood, and red leather gloves with a few finger tips missing for the use of a bow. He whistled, "Remind me to give my tailor a raise." He spoke stopping in front of her.

"You think? I wasn't really sure about the red but she was certain of it." she asked cocking her hip to one side.

"She was right, you're beautiful, the bad guys won't know whether to shoot at you or proposition you." he smiled. She playfully hit him. He kissed her again.

"Ever see the night life of Houston?" he asked. She shook her head then stepped back. She flipped her hood back up and put her sun glasses back on.

"Chloe Sullivan just happens to be in Houston to try and catch the elusive Mr. Queen about his reasoning for being in Houston." She spoke. She turned on her voice distorter and worked her way back into the shadows.

"If Chloe wants to find me I'll be in the lobby in 20 min." he smiled. She stepped onto the ledge. "and if she wanted to catch my attention?" he paused as she turned to face him before his escape, "She'll put on the little black dress I left in her room 40 min. ago." he turned and went back into his room. She gasped, laughed, shook her head and disappeared