Authors Notes: Okies, this is my first time ever writing a fanfic, so please tell me what you think about it and if I should continue it. Please R&R.

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Dead or Alive. Cuz if I did…..well….you know. *wink*

A Meeting in Helena's Room

Part 1

The Assassin & A Heiress

Christie stood outside the door to her former employer's sitting room. Taking out the guards posted around the establishment had been easy. She wondered how quickly Helena would try to kill her once she stepped inside. Shaking her head with a slight grin upon on her face, she turned the handle and opened the door to find Helena sitting upon her desk and staring out the window. Christie stood in the doorway for a moment and stared at Helena's side profile.

"Is there something you wish to speak to me about?" Helena didn't turn to look at Christie. She couldn't, not yet.

Christie cleared her throat and fully entered the room. She turned and closed the door. Christie couldn't understand why there seemed to suddenly be a lump forming in her throat. She furrowed her brows and cleared her throat. I am an assassin. Hesitation leads to failure.

"It seems you're having a hard time saying what you came here to say, so how about I say it for you, yes?" Helena's gaze stayed far out of the window and beyond, but her words came out harsh and betrayed her. Christie leaned back against the door and said nothing. She knows, she mused silently to herself.

"Christie, age 24…assassin." Christie watched as Helena picked up a piece of paper from her desk and held it up. Helena shook her head. "Donovan," She said the name as if it explained everything.

Christie continued watching her, waiting for her to say more, or perhaps for her to attack. Either way, she was ready, hoping more for a fight.

"Don't forget I killed your mother." Christie had the satisfaction of seeing Helena close her eyes. Moments later, Helena opened them again.

Crossing her legs, Helena spoke. "So how did you get past all of the guards?" Christie took a moment to admire Helena's long legs before reacting.

Christie snorted. It was an unexpected reaction that had Helena looking up at her. "Don't patronize me Helena Douglas," Christie said icily. Helena turned her head and looked out the window. "You know damn well what I did to get to you."

"Why?" Helena asked quietly but knew Christie heard her anyways.

"Why? They were in my way and besides…" Christie trailed off with a grin. Helena seemed unfazed.

"I meant why are you doing this? What's the point? What's in it for you?" Helena dreaded the answer, but she knew she wanted them anyway.

Christie put a finger on her chin in thought. "Hmm, why I do this? Well it's fun. What's the point? The point is…well there doesn't need to be one. And what's in it for me? Getting to kill people; telling them naughty little secrets before ending their lives in the most antagonizing way possible while they scream, cry or beg." She laughed a bit and sighed. "So Helena darling, what fun will you give to me?" She asked in a silky yet deadly voice, waiting for an answer.

"Don't call me that." Helena said silently. Christie frowned.

"Call you what?"

"…Darling." Christie arched a brow at Helena and decided to have a bit of fun with this.

"Excuse me. I'm so sorry but I couldn't hear you. " She cupped a hand over her ear.

This seemed to piss Helena off to no end. "I SAID DON'T FUCKING CALL ME 'DARLING' YOU PYSCHOTIC IDIOT!" Helena was now openly glaring at Christie.

"Don't get your petites culottes in a wad." Christie said with an eye roll. Helena just stared at her. "Problem? A Petites culottes is panties in French, correct?" Helena looked away, but not before Christie saw the blush upon her cheeks.

The way Christie said it made Helena's mind go ways that it shouldn't. No, not with this very woman who killed her mother. Damning her and her sultry voice, Helena tried to come up with some snide remark. Failing to find something, she stayed silent, sure that the British assassin would pick up the conversation.

It wasn't long before Helena heard the click of boots upon the marble floor. She glanced from the corner of her eye and saw Christie standing in front of the dresser on the right side of the wall. She continued watching as the assassin reached up and ran a finger along the frames of the pictures upon the dresser. "So what happened to that Pediatrician you were so fond of?" Christie asked and tapped the frame of a picture of Helena and a woman with short red hair.

Helena stared at the picture. "It didn't work out." She wondered how the assassin found out, but then realized that as an assassin of course she would know everything she can about a target. A target, someone on her kill list, that's what she was to the She Quan martial artist.

"Wasn't her name Alexa Gilko?" Christie turned to Helena with the question, completely unaware of Helena's thoughts. Helena nodded faintly. "Huh, I thought you two were cute together. So what happened?" She watched as the assassin turned back to the pictures before her. She didn't dare ask if the assassin had done any harm to the girl.

"Don't you know already?" Helena asked sarcastically. Christie paused, turning around slowly she faced the woman before her. Helena's face was an unreadable mask. Christie arched a brow.

"If I knew, I wouldn't be asking you." The assassin stared the French heiress in the eye, obviously expecting her earlier question to be answered.

Helena didn't break eye contact. "She said that- she thought there was someone else I was in love with. And when I told her that I wasn't, she didn't believe me." She stated quietly.

"Well? Were you in love with someone else?" The assassin asked.

Helena looked away. "What do you care?"

Christie frowned. "I don't. I just want all the juicy details. " Helena didn't even bother to respond. Mentally Helena was slamming her head against a brick wall. Why did she even bother with this mess? Why doesn't she just get to the inevitable fight she knew was to come?

"Taking a guess by your lack of reaction, I'm guessing that's something you don't even know yourself." The assassin told her. Still Helena stayed silent.

Christie looked around the room and her eyes stopped on Helena. Moving slowly and with purpose, she walked over to where the heiress was sitting on the desk. Leaning back on the opposite side of the desk, she crossed her arms. "Look Kitten, as much as I would like to hang around and harass you, I do have other prey on my list today." She looked up at the clock as she spoke. She had two hours and thirty minutes before her three o'clock hit. She had to be at that train station before the Delmonic Pharmaceuticals CEO got off the train. But the French heiress didn't need to know that. She looked back when Helena let out a sigh.

Helena slid off of the desk, obviously tired of the assassin's game. She turned and faced the woman who had killed her mother. Leaning closer she reached behind Christie and plucked a cherry from the fruit bowl on her desk. The whole time neither of them broke eye contact. Leaning back, Helena popped the cherry in her mouth and turned her back to the assassin.

Christie didn't know what the Frenchwoman thought she was doing, but it had an effect on her. The scent of sunflowers and rain was Helena. She could still feel it in the insides of her nose. Now the heiress had dared to turn her back on her. It was the perfect opportunity for her to strike, but yet she didn't take it. Instead she chose to play a bit more. She leaned over Helena's shoulder and whispered into her ear, "Never turn your back upon a snake; one can never be sure of when they will strike." She said, dragging out the s sound and making it come out as a hiss.

Helena inhaled as she felt the assassin's breath upon her ear and neck. She went against her instincts and kept her back to Christie. "The 'when' may not be predictable, but the 'how' is." She spoke quietly. She turned her head slightly and caught a glimpse of the assassin's snow white hair.

Christie paused and leaned back away from the heiress. Moments later she let out a quiet laugh. Helena turned around and looked at her. Christie shook her head sadly. "You poor foolish girl." The heiress watched as the assassin's steel colored eyes took on an even harder edge and knew that playtime was over. Quickly stepping back away she assumed her Pi Gua Quan ready stance and braced herself. Things were about to get serious.

Author's Notes….Again: This chapter is going to have an alternative. Will be put up later on.