A/N: AHH, it's been more than a year since I last wrote anything! School was so hectic so I never had any time to write. :/ I hope you guys still remember me! :) Anyways, hopefully for the next few weeks before school starts again, I'll be able to write a lot. Anyways, this story idea popped up after I watched the movie, Wild Target, with Bill Nighy, Emily Blunt, and Ruper Grint. So this story is loosely based off of the movie! I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything!

It was nine o'clock in the evening where the streets of LA were still filled with people hanging out with friends. A slight breeze had just set in and the sun had already set, leaving the place to be filled up with artificial light. Most of the shapes had already closed since it was Sunday, but a few restaurants and coffee shops were still open.

At one particular coffee shop, was a young, blonde man sipping his mocha frappuccino. One of his hands was tightly gripping the cup while the other flipped through a magazine he had just pulled off the rack. One would think that from the way his eyebrows were furrowed, he was deeply absorbed in whatever article he was reading. However, with him glancing out the window every couple of minutes would suggest an entirely different thing. He glanced at his iPhone and finished his drink. He got up and without bothering to put the magazine back in the rack, he left the coffee shop and crossed the street. He turned to the left and started walking at a brisk pace. After a couple blocks, he looked up and saw the sign that marked his destination.

At the same time, an older gentleman, no doubt a businessman, walked up to the building and the young man held the door open for him. The businessman walked in without a thank-you. The blonde followed in after him and watched as the business man greeted the front desk. The receptionist handed him a couple packages and then he proceeded to the elevators. The two got into the elevator and the man squinted at the blonde suspiciously.

"I've never see you here before."

"I'm new here. Just moved in," he said, sticking out his hand. "I'm Derrick Harrington."

The man looked like he didn't want to do a handshake but had no choice. "I'm Arthur Wright. I live up on the fifteenth floor."

"What a coincidence," Derrick smiled. "I'm on the same floor."

Arthur's eyes narrowed and it was clear that his suspicion had risen. "You don't say," he muttered.

The rest of the ride up was silent and Derrick could feel Arthur's eyes boring into his back. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Again, he let Arthur go out first and when Arthur turned right to go down the hallway, Derrick turned right.

"Have a good night, Mr. Wright," Derrick called out.

Arthur merely grumbled in response as he ambled towards his apartment.

Derrick made another turn and waited for a couple minutes to make sure Arthur had gotten into his apartment. Then he reached into the inside pocket of his coat and withdrew a 9 mm Glock and put on the silencer.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching and the voices of two young women. Derrick quickly shoved the gun back inside his coat and pulled out his iPhone, pretending to text. The voices got louder until the two women appeared. They seemed really drunk. The one on the right was stumbling around in her heels while the other was almost passed out, clinging on. They noticed derrick leaning against the wall and stopped.

"Hey, sexy," the stumbling one called out. 'You want to come and hang out with me and my friend tonight?"

Derrick smiled tightly. "No thanks, I'm actually meeting someone soon."

The girl pouted. "That's too bad. We could have so much fun."

I'm sure we would. Derrick thought sarcastically and watched as the two girls stumbled off. Once they were gone, he pulled out his gun once again and headed towards the direction Arthur had gone. He looked up at the room numbers.

701, 702, 703, 704…712. Derrick stopped in front of the room and knocked three times on the door. It was a few moments before the door swung open, revealing Arthur with his hair and clothes disheveled with a bottle of beer in his hands. His eyes widened when he saw who it was at the door, but before he could utter a single word, Derrick revealed his gun and shot two times.

Arthur crumpled to the ground and Derrick doubled checked to make sure he wasn't still alive. He walked in and pulled Arthur so he wasn't in the doorway.

"Goodnight," Derrick said before he closed the door and started down the hallway. He didn't have to worry about security cameras because earlier he had hacked into the building's security system and inserted a loop feed into the cameras on the fifteenth floor. No one would know he was ever on this floor.

Derrick got back onto the elevator and went down to the first floor and exited the building as if he was just another visitor. He crossed the street and walked over to his black Mercedes. He got in and then speed dialed a number.

"It's done," he said.

"Excellent, I'll call you as soon as I have another assignment," the voice on the other line said. "Go home and have a good night's rest."

Derrick hung up and started the car. This is what he did for a living. He was an assassin. He was hired to kill people who had done something that obviously had pissed off their bosses in some way.

In Arthur Wright's case, the man used to be a prominent business man who was in charge of his company's stock. Somehow he'd messed things up and caused the company to lose a lot of money. So Derrick was hired to kill him.

How did Derrick get into this job exactly? He basically inherited it from his father. When he was little, Derrick's father taught him how to use guns and other tips and tricks. He learned everything from him and when his father died, it only seemed natural that Derrick took over. This is what Derrick's been doing ever since. He didn't hate it but he didn't like it either. And he wasn't a heartless man just because he killed people for a living. It's just the way things were.

.:::.

It was almost ten when Derrick got back home and the first thing he did was take a shower. After his shower, he neglected to put on a shirt and instead went downstairs to cook himself a quick meal. And by cooking, it meant heating up a frozen TV dinner. Tonight, it would be lasagna. Considering how little time he spent at his house, there was never really any food in his fridge—only fruits and leftover takeouts.

His house, which was located far away in an isolated place, was huge and empty. It always was. Derrick never had any company over save for his one best friend, Cam Fisher. But even then, came rarely came over because he was busy with his own life. Cam was the only person who knew Derrick's real occupation. Whenever anybody asked, Derrick would just say that he was a tech consultant which could be true since he knew a lot about technology and could manipulate it.

So at the age of twenty-three, Derrick Harrington was a lonely man. Not that he minded. He didn't anyone. At least that's what he kept telling himself. Having the job that he had, didn't really allow a lot of time for himself. He spent the majority of his time coming up with plans and figuring out his target's schedules. And when he was done planning, he was out executing them.

After finishing his dinner, Derrick headed back upstairs to his room and slipped into bed, quickly falling asleep. But he was awakened in the middle of the night when his iPhone rang and vibrated. Derrick blindly reached out in the dark towards his nightstand.

"Yeah?" Derrick mumbled. There could only be one person calling at this time.

"New assignment: twenty-one year old Lindsey Taylor. I'm transferring the info to you right now."

Derrick grunted and hung up. He rolled out of bed and walked over to his computer. A new file popped up containing his next assignment. Clicking on the file, a picture popped up first.

It was of a beautiful girl with fierce amber eyes, with long, lustrous chestnut curls and high cheekbones that complimented her face. Derrick read the document that followed and found out that Lindsey had stolen from a chain of brand name stores and set up her own online shop to sell those items. The owner, who was a powerful business man, wanted her dead. Sighing, Derrick briefly re-read the whole thing and then closed the file. He sometimes questioned the people's judgments. In Lindsey's case, was stealing really a cause for killing her? Wouldn't it be better to just send her to jail? But there was no one he could argue with. He couldn't. He just had to do what he was ordered to do.

Derrick climbed back into bed. Tomorrow he would set out to find Lindsey Taylor.

Sleep now. Kill later.

So next chapter I'm going to bring Massie into the picture and see how everything plays out when she and Derrick finally meet! Hopefully this was an okay chapter. I'm pretty rusty. :/

Please review and let me know what you thought of it!