Authors Note: Slowly crawls out from under rock holding a white flag. Oh my lord where do I begin?

First off, DISCLAIMER: HIRO MASHIMA OWNS FAIRY TAIL AND ALL OF ITS CHARACTERS. I'm just NaLu trash who likes to sin.

Ok with that over, long story short, life got in the way. Big time. I won't make excuses, and I really do apologize. My motivation is...well...lacking. And that's putting it lightly.

But, I'm trying to turn things around, and here's the main thing:

I AM RE-WRITING THIS STORY. I have all my documents saved, so I guess re-writing would be inaccurate. Maybe more along the lines of making major edits? Anyway, I'm taking the chapters down and doing this thing over. I found that it had been far too long since I last updated, and I couldn't go back to the story I had written. I cringed so hard when I re-read this story...

BUT this will still be the same story. There are no significant plot changes whatsoever. Hell, all I'm really doing is cleaning up grammar. And, because this story is rated M, adding a little more sexual tension and making things a little more dirty (;

If you don't wanna re-read this or if you're done with my lack of updating, I don't blame you for not returning. But, for those of you who have returned, get ready for better writing (fingers crossed) and sexual tension that went up about 1000%.

So, enough of my blabber. Here is the new beginning of Secret Affairs, and once again I thank you for reading:

Cold wind whipping through his hair, his lower back smacked a smooth metal bar which sat upon a translucent wall. He peered over his shoulder to see hundreds of tiny lights; representing cars, buses, and pedestrians, alike in the fact that they had no idea a top secret mission was playing out on the hotel roof stories above them.

The agent sighed, slowly turning his head back around and raising his hands in defeat. The two low-leveled hitmen had chased him up almost two hundred floors, and he might as well throw them a bone for their efforts.

Gun steadied at his target, the first hitman sneered at the agent. He was a large shell of a man. Buzz cut, gold metal chain and square jaw matching the stereotypical Las Vegas assassin. The second gunman was leaner. Still tall, but an anxious look masked his face. He kept eyeing his partner nervously as if waiting for approval. Ah yes, the cliché tag team. One man dominating the partnership while the other follows blindly. And if that second, lean man ever wanted approval, he had to follow every single command that was barked at him. The agent smiled and subtly laughed at this, he would never understand the human psyche.

Fighting and stealth was his specialty. Besides, you can't get to the top on smarts alone.

However, the first hired gun seemed to be keener than the agent expected, quickly realizing the cornered agent was out of possibilities, "What's so funny pinky? You've got nowhere to run 'nd nowhere to hide. I don't really think yer in the position to be laughing."

The second hitman nodded his head quickly in agreement, but still kept his mouth sealed.

"You know, it's not very nice to call people names," the spy replied, sharp eyes glancing back and forth between aimed weapons, "It's also pretty stupid to assume the upper hand. You never know how a fight might turn around."

And with those words, the agent leaped over the glass wall.

Rounds fired out from metal barrels, and before he could fall below the range of fire, a shot had managed to bury itself in the agent's flesh. He hissed in pain, but quickly ignored the feeling in favor of focusing on the ground he was plummeting towards. The agent twisted and turned in the air, finally managing to squirm out of his jacket. A slim parachute was quickly revealed, a device that seemed to be specifically made for situations like this. The man quickly pulled the ejection cable, and a glider was instantly unfolding. Quickly grasping the lines in order to steer the parachute, he now had only to search for a proper landing spot.

"Man, ice prick is goona bitch at me for this," he thought while sailing through the air.

Natsu Dragneel was an elite agent. A sharp shooter who ranked first in his class for trained combat. He never backed, much less jumped, away from a fight. But being up thousands of feet high with two armed idiots had its cons. Natsu rolled his eyes imagining frost queen's reaction, and he quickly shoved that image to the back of his skull.

Said "ice prick" and "frost queen" was none other than Gray Fullbuster, Natsu's co-worker. One year Natsu's senior, Gray was a bona fide exhibitionist. Well, according to Dragneel at least. The navy haired man always projected an icy, cool under pressure front. Gray liked his cigarettes, and smoke would always cling to his clothes. For a while it had gotten so bad that Natsu felt the need to spray a fair amount of air freshener right in the man's face. Gray and Natsu never seemed to hit it off well. The two continuously arguing over who was the better agent, or who got the higher level case.

But everyone else in the office saw it. No matter what names they called each other or what accusations were made, those two always had each other's backs. Where one was strong the other was weak. They seemed to balance each other out. Not that they would admit that, even if their lives depended on it. So, daily arguments it was. Hourly insults were thrown across the office, and a meeting had to be postponed once or twice because those two opposites couldn't keep their fists to themselves. In fact Natsu still needed to pay for a new conference wall, and Gray a couple of chairs that had been used as ammunition.

Bringing his attention back to the forefront situation, the agent continued scanning the concrete jungle for a landing area. It was easy enough for the undercover spy, the pinkette spotting a relatively deserted black top roof to land on. Natsu was quickly feeling the pavement underneath his feet, and it was as if he'd never left.

"How fucking stereotypical was that," he mumbled as he discarded the used parachute.

Quickly climbing down the fire escape of an abandoned building, the pain of his inflicted wound resurfaced. But, keeping his priorities straight, Natsu knew he needed to search for a getaway car; something that would be easy to hot-wire.

Swift footsteps shook the fire escape slightly, but it was the middle of the night in a busy town. In a city as lively as the one he was currently scaling, Natsu knew he would be relatively safe. But still, with the amount of apartments near and few cars parked on the street, the pinkette knew it would be risky to jack a vehicle.

Just as he landed a short fall from the fire escape ladder, a pair of headlights flashed in his sensitive eyes.

"What the fuck is a car doing in the middle of a god damn alley!?" Natsu quietly yelled. The agent was unarmed and vulnerable. He had his physical strength and special training to get away, but with the blind spot the light was causing, he couldn't see if the driver had a gun or not. The man already had one bullet planted in his left arm, and he really didn't feel like taking another one to the chest.

"Thought you might need a lift dumbass," a smooth voice chuckled from behind the driver's side door, "I never thought I'd see the day when the great Salamander, so called 'top agent' and 'combat specialist' needed a lift after running away like a little bitch. Laxus was keeping tabs on the casino's security radio and overheard you were spotted."

With his sensitive hearing, Natsu placed the voice immediately, and it belonged to none other than his annoying co-worker Gray.

"Shut up ice face. At least I got assigned a high profile field case like this while you just sat around the office running background checks on people."

"Tch. At least I know how to run them accurately," Gray scoffed, "Now do you want a lift or would you like to risk getting caught looking for some shitty car to hot wire?"

"Fine," Natsu relented, "but don't think I need your help or some shit. I could easily hot wire a car faster than you ever could."

And with that the passenger door slammed shut. The two agents sped down the street heading back towards interstate, leading them to headquarters.

Natsu glared out the passenger window in annoyance. He didn't want to walk back into the office the next morning having to explain to Laxus how he had been spotted. And not only was he spotted, he had to escape from a lowly fight as well. In retrospect he supposed he had done the right thing, jumping from the rooftop. The distance between him and the gunmen was too great for any quick, close combat techniques. And the chances of him being shot down were nearly, if not 100% certain. Still, that didn't mean he had to like running away. And, even though he chose to flee, he still got fucking shot! Sighing in annoyance, he knew Lisanna was going to scold him for this.

Glancing at the wound, he remembered the first time he had come home from the job with an injury.

"Natsu! You need to be more careful out there in the field!" a white haired beauty yelled.

The stern yet caring voice belonged to none other than Lisanna Strauss, his lovely wife.

They had met back in high school, and quickly became close during a freshman year biology course. Natsu had woken up late that day, and he had forgotten to grab his book on the way to school. He remembered rushing into the classroom, quickly sliding into the first seat he saw. Turning abruptly to the girl next to him, Natsu managed to ask a question, despite being winded from the rush, "Can I share your book with you? I was really in a hurry this morning and I forgot to grab mine."

He noticed her kind smile and cute blush. She quickly giggled, "Yeah of course. You're my table mate, only makes sense to share a book too if you forgot yours."

"Thanks. My name's Natsu by the way. Natsu Dragneel. What's yours?"

"I'm Lisanna Strauss. It's nice to meet you, Natsu," she beamed.

It was apparent that from that moment on the two just clicked. They quickly became "Natsu and Lisanna" the couple that had, and always would, be together. At least, that's the way it seemed.

People always called them the most, "photogenic couple," he the perfect height to stand over her, she the perfect height to wear heels and still get away with it. Natsu wore broad shoulders and a strong, chiseled abdomen. Not too bulky nor to lean. Lisanna adorned long legs, and an above average bra size. She had gotten into modeling after high school, following in her older sisters footsteps.

Lisanna was now 27, the same age as Natsu. Friends still called her kind and beautiful, and her husband called her loving and supportive. Lisanna had always stayed by Natsu's side through it all. The special training, long hours, and extended secret missions. She loved him with all her heart, and she could never see herself with anybody else.

"How am I supposed to stay calm when you're walking through the door with gunshot and stab wounds? I understand that your job is classified and all that, but how can I not freak out!?" Lisanna stammered.

"Lis, seriously you don't need to have so much anxiety about this. This," he motioned to the bleeding wound, "is nothing. I promise I'll be more careful from now on then."

He reassured his wife by giving her a kiss on the forehead, but the matter still came up from time to time. Lisanna had managed to relax a little over time, but she still worried over her husband as any loving wife would do. Natsu hated causing her stress, but his injuries couldn't be helped.

"Listen Fullbuster, I need you to take me back to base. I need to get this thing patched up before I head home. Can't let Lisanna see this or she's goona give me another damn lecture. I'll just have our examiner patch it up or something."

"Look man, I am not getting into your marital problems with Lis," Gray sighed, eyes focused on the road.

"I'm not having marital problems! I just need you to do this small favor for me. I really don't like walking in the door with wounds and having my wife scream when she finds my bloodied up dress shirt the next morning. Plus, she thinks I'm out in the field till Thursday. I'll still be home early, just not with field injuries," Natsu explained. Not to mention his at home first aid kit wasn't exactly made for digging bullets out.

"Fine," Gray sighed, "but if she somehow finds out you were injured and decides to seeks out whoever helped you in this, I'm out."

"Fine. I'll chance it. It's already late at night and Lisanna is asleep," the pinkette reasoned, "I'll just throw away this dress shirt after she wraps the wound. Damn Fullbuster, I am the units top agent. I do know how to cover my tracks you know," Natsu smirked back.

Gray just shook his head and floored the gas pedal. It was the middle of the night and he didn't want to deal with this cocky bastard. He just wanted to get to headquarters and go home.

Natsu walked along the marble floor of headquarters, following the glass wall to the examination room. Soles clicking along the cool marble floor, he remembered his first day working for the Central Intelligence Agency.

Over confident and ready for a fight, Natsu looked prime, professional, and visual representation of a top CIA undercover agent. He had just been appointed to the section's top group, the Fairy Tail undercover unit.

And now here Natsu Dragneel stood at the door of the medical examiner's office. Broad shouldered, physically fit, keen tactical perception, looks that could make women swoon, and a gunshot to his left arm.

He shook his head slightly chuckling, "Damn memories. And look where I am now." And with that he pushed the doors open, ready to talk the female examiner into giving him some quick stitches before he headed home.

Walking out of the room rubbing his wrapped arm, Natsu remembered he had some paper work he wanted to bring home to complete. It was late at night, around 2 in the morning. Nobody was going to be in. All he had to do was get his work and go home, "Whatever, this shouldn't take too long. Besides, I'll still be home early to see Lis," he muttered to himself.

He walked over to his desk, flipping on the light and shuffling through the mounds of paperwork. He really needed to organize the damn thing, but oh well. Might as well save that for another day. And just as he was about to flip his desk light off, he heard the clicking of heels.

It was a sharp, pointed sound that told him the person was wearing stilettos. They had a light step, indicating a slim body weight. All of a sudden, a strong waif of strawberries and crème filtered through the air, telling him it was a woman. He slowly turned around, his guard up and ready.

Who the hell would be at the office this late?

But before he could get a single breath out, that's when he saw her.

His mouth went dry and his eyes went wide, that breath still caught in the back of his throat. This woman that appeared almost had Natsu doing a double take. He glanced down her body, noticing how her halter neck blouse clung close to her breasts. Her high wasted black slacks cinched her tiny waist, only to further extenuate her bosom. Tailored to perfection on her long, leans legs, the slacks showed off what a great ass she had. And to top it all off, there were those black stilettos he heard adorning her feet. And just when he thought he couldn't tear his eyes off her body, a light feminine voice asked, "Um, sorry to bother you, but can you please point me in the direction of assistant director Laxus Dreyar's office?"

A breathtaking woman with long blonde hair and large caramel eyes tilted her head to the side, flashing him a shy smile. All he could do was stare. Natsu was used to being around drop dead gorgeous women, but for some reason, along with her looks this woman seemed to bring an electric atmosphere as well. The air was static, and a warm feeling seeped through his chest and into stomach. He felt his fingers tingle, as if he was just itching to touch her. Natsu quickly cleared his throat, hoping he wasn't ogling her to the point of scaring her off, "Y-yeah, his office is right down that hallway, and then make a left and it should be on the corner. You know how directors like a corner office with a nice view," And as those words slipped past his lips, he eyed the woman's body up and down again. God he wanted to feel that body beneath his hands, make her bend and keen to his will. Make her shiver and scream with delight.

But she quickly snapped his focus back onto her face with a kind voice, "Oh thank you so much! I know, it must seem odd for some strange woman to be walking around the office at night. But it's my first day in this section tomorrow, so I'm trying to get a feel of the place beforehand. Anyway, I'm starting to ramble on and I don't want to keep you! I hope you have a nice rest of your evening!"

And with that she turned around, heading off down the hallway.

Natsu watched her retreating form as her hips swayed back and forth. Suddenly, something snapped in Natsu and he couldn't stop himself from calling out,"Hey! You know if you want to get a really good feel of the place, there's no better way than a tour right?"

She paused in her step and turned around to see the man walking briskly up to her, "Are you sure? It's really late and I don't want to keep you from anything."

"No, it's fine really. Plus, who better to show you around than the best agent this place has?" he smirked and eyed her mischievously.

However, instead of turning into a blushing and sputtering mess like most women, she kept her eye contact with him, her eyes unwavering in their connection, "Well, if you're going to be my tour guide, might as well be on a first name basis. My names Lucy, Lucy Heartfillia. I actually just transferred to the undercover unit from the interrogation unit. I'm already pretty familiar with how things work. It's just I wanted to get a feel of the layout before my first day tomorrow," she explained, "So... what better way to do that than drive over here... in the middle of the night... and wander around a bit?"

She gave an uneasy laugh while rubbing the back of her neck. Way to go Lucy. Way to come off like a creep.

"Yeah, that is pretty weird to drive over here in the middle of the night," Natsu gave her a teasing gaze, "but I can understand wanting to get a feel of the atmosphere before your first official day. Here, this way is the directors' hallway."

And with that, Natsu was giving Lucy a tour of the undercover unit. Just two agents wandering the dark hallways at night, footsteps clicking along the cool floor. It was around three in the morning when the elevator doors opened to the main floor, revealing two adults laughing and joking around.

"So you're telling me you were at the top of your class for sharp shooting and hand to hand combat, but just earlier this evening you were jumping away from some two low leveled hitmen?" Lucy snickered at the pinkette, punching him in his healthy arm.

"Ya know it's not like I had much of a choice. Plus, I don't hear you offering up any exciting stories that have left you with any sexy scars or anything," Natsu laughed, giving her a teasing smile.

"You know it's not like I'm some random intern who just got into the agency. I was an elite agent in the interrogation unit for your information and I do have some pretty exciting stories," she bragged before glancing down at her watch, "Hey, it's pretty late and you seem to still be in a little bit of pain from that gunshot. Wanna grab a couple of drinks?"

The air was static and tense, both parties feeling an almost magnetic pull towards each other. The moon shone bright through the glass walls, highlighting the want in both their faces.

All Natsu wanted to do was say yes. He enjoyed talking to Lucy, and not just because she was a beautiful woman. There was a certain warmth in her smile when she talked about the agency and why she was so excited to be transferred. While he showed her office after office, he was silently analyzing the way she was taking in all the information, not once questioning him, just understanding it all without any clarification. All he wanted to do was say yes to her, to grab a couple of drinks and continue this conversation in a place where social etiquette needn't be involved. He wanted to see the relaxed side of Lucy. The woman he might meet in a bar out in the field, not just the professional agent in front of him.

But as fate might have it, a certain "ping" rang out from his coat pocket. He checked his phone to see that Lisanna had texted him, "Ah, you know I really do want to, but I should actually go home and see my wife," he sighed, "I was supposed to be out of town until Thursday and I should probably be getting home to see her."

He began rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Right. Lisanna. He had a wife. He should go home and see his wife. Lucy is just a co-worker. Yes, a friendly, attractive co-worker he just met and just happened to run into.

"Oh," the disappointment was clear on Lucy's face, but she didn't let her emotions show for too long,"well Mr. Dragneel, I hope to see you around the office then," she cheerfully added before offering out her hand.

"Same to you Ms. Heartfilia. It was nice to meet you and show you around," he said while returning the handshake.

An instant electricity ran through his veins that made his breath hitch, and he glanced at the blonde to notice a similar effect had taken effect on her as well. But before he could further act on it, he quickly pulled his hand away and turned towards the parking garage.

He wouldn't, he couldn't, look back at her for fear he would abandon his decision to go home all together and grab some drinks with the new co-worker.

"Natsu no. You need to control yourself. Keep it professional. Purely professional," he muttered to himself as he walked away, focusing on getting to his car without glancing behind him.

As he unlocked his car and slid into the driver's side seat, he couldn't help but pray that he wouldn't be paired up with Ms. Heartfilia for any missions. She was intellectual, sexy, and as a woman who used to be in the interrogation unit, she knew how to read people. He knew she would be a magnificent partner to have, he just wasn't sure how well he could control himself around her.

Lost in thought, the engine of his 2015 red Ferrari 458 Spider roared to life. Unfortunately, the engine's purr vibrating through the air did little to distract him.

"Please, for the love of God, don't let me be paired up with her," he sighed to himself, quickly speeding away towards his apartment deep in the city.

Authors Note: I tried guys. I tried. I know my writing isn't the best, and I've befriended some authors that are WAAYYY better than me, but I'm trying to give this story some justice. I'll get the next update out as soon as I can. Thanks for reading (:

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