A/N: Hello there my dearest readers! Welcome to my 100th story :D It's been exactly 1 year and 2 months since I started writing fanfiction, and I have some how managed to write 100 of these with all your guys's encouragement (although I've only started to like most of what I write since May) This story will be 100 chapters and will be 100 secrets that Nate and Sophie learn about each there (50 for Nate and 50 for Sophie)

Story Note: Pre-series. Nates secret: Tattoo.

Worn Not Proudly

Somehow he had gotten roped into another one of Sophie's grifts despite his adamant protests. She smiled the right way, a gentle brush of her fingers against the bare skin of his arm, and murmured how he'd be a hero to his boss - and he was practically kneeling at her feet. He was chasing after her for a painting she stole all the way in Uzbekistan and had ended up in North Korea. After much interrogation about the painting she fessed up that she had sold it before she had even left Tashkent. To make up for the loss - and she couldn't bare to see his disappointed face - she confided in him about another valuable painting that had been stolen in North Korea that they could recover together. The only catch was that he was going to have to help her grift.

They stood in front of the mark all dressed up and proper for the con. Nate was mildly uncomfortable, but convinced himself that it felt more wrong then it actually did. He watched as Sophie smiled the perfect way and said the perfect words. He was so entranced in the way she grifted, he loved how she looked in the act, that he didn't notice the man who walked into the room with two Manila folders in hand. The man tapped the mark on the shoulder and pointed at the folders and had a quick conversation. Nate, who was not fluent in the language at all, looked at Sophie for some type of sign about what they were saying.

The mark frowned and nodded at the man, taking the folders in his hands and flipping through him. Nate and Sophie tried to keep their eyes to theirselves but couldn't help looking over the shorter mans shoulders. Nates first instinct was to run when he saw the folders but Sophie grabbed his wrist painfully tight. The glare she gave him sent shockwaves of fright through him and he nearly whimpered as he slouched back into his previous stance. Her grip loosened slightly but she did not let go, needing reassurance that he was there until they were dragged away. She knew the con had gone sour...that someone had figured out they weren't who they said they were. If they ran they would be gunned down and the punishment would be far worse. If they willingly went odds were things wouldn't be as bad. Hopefully the odds were in their favor.

The mark shouted the word boss and a man dressed in an expensive suit came walking over. His eyes were gray like prison walls. Sophie looked over to see Nate was panicking and it took all her willpower not to smack him upside the head. He was going to ruin everything! She bit her lip and let her hand slip down to hold Nates tightly.

"I find this funny. Thief and Insurance cop standing in front of me trying to steal my stuff. I thought about sending you both to a Kwanliso camp but then I decided that I'd rather have some fun with you first." The man in the expensive suit said with a sick, twisted smile.

Sophie stiffened, heart rate starting to speed up. This was not going to end well. She heard him bark take them to the torture chamber to the people behind them. Her hand was ripped from Nates as they pinned their hands behind their backs and pushed them down the hall. They weren't particularly kind about it, roughly handling them like they were nothing more then scum on the bottoms of their shoe. Sophie nearly twisted her ankle twice as she stumbled uneasily in her heels. She could feel Nates worried eyes on hers and she turned her head to meet them.

'I'm so sorry,' She mouthed.

'Where are they taking us?' He mouthed back.

The man gripping Sophie painfully twisted her wrist causing tears to spring to her eyes as she bit her tongue to keep from yelping. "Stop it!" He snapped furiously. She just nodded in recognition.

They came up to one of the rooms and the man in the expensive suit opened the door and Nate and Sophie were both shoved in. The heavy door was shut behind them, leaving the three in a small white room with a table and two chairs. Strange hook type things were mounted on the walls, the table covered in weapons, and four sets of handcuffs. Nate swallowed hard.

"Who are you?" Sophie asked as calmly as her body would let her.

"Names are of no importance. Sit." Sophie sat down quickly. Nate scrambled to sit down but the man stopped him. "No. Remove your suit jacket, tie, and shirt. Stand here when you're done." The man pointed to a space in between two pegs of sorts at waist level on the wall.

Nate was so frightened that he started to remove the upper half of his clothes. He knew what Kwanliso camps were, and he could barely process the thought of having to go to one. Those places were pretty much like the concentration camps in World War 2. Most died of starvation. Some died from execution or beatings. And the worst part was that out of the whole time it had been around (and it's been around for a while) no ones ever escaped. As he unbuttoned the last button on his dress shirt he heard the snap of handcuffs. He quickly threw his shirt on the ground and stood where the man had told him to.

Sophie tugged at the handcuffs in frustration. The bloody bastard had handcuffed both her hands to the arms of the chair. She flipped her hair out of her face and sighed angrily. Her eyes went to Nate. Had they not been in such a horribly dire situation she would've been drooling all over his muscular and toned body. Then her eyes caught the strange tattoo just above his left hip. Her mind only lingered on the thought for a moment before she heard another click of handcuffs. Nate was handcuffed to the wall.

"So why is an insurance cop and a thief trying to steal my painting?" The man asked blatantly as he studied the table full of torture weapons, his back turned to Nate. "I get why a thief would want it but why you?" He picked up the whip and spun around to face Nate.

"I-I-I thought-she-but-" Nate stuttered helplessly, looking at Sophie for some help but getting none. CRACK. He yelped, back arching as the whip hit him straight over his chest. Tears stung his eyes as the pain spread through his skin and burned him to his very bones. The sharp gasp from Sophie was lost in his groans of pain as he slumped back against the wall. CRACK. Another sharp slap of the whip across his chest caused him to hiss loudly. Sophie felt tears slipping from her eyes as she saw the thin red lines across his chest. Another sharp, short crack sent him to seeing stars.

"What do you want from us!?" Sophie screeched, tears blurring her eyes and slipping out the corner of her eyes. "We'll give you whatever you want just please stop!"

The man turned to her with a glare. He set the whip back down on the table and grabbed something that looked like a tiny paddle made out of plastic. A resounding smack echoed through the room as the man hit her hard across her face. She gasped sharply. He continued to hit her, the blows coming down faster and more painfully. Soon she was in tears and sobbing quietly. Nate had tears of his own falling as he watched her get beat till her cheek was a bright (unhealthy) shade of red.

"Please just stop! We'll do whatever you want!" Nate yelled. The man hit Sophie harder then he had any of the previous times and she screamed, the sound mixed with her broken sob. Nate yanked harder at the cuffs. The man watched as the grifter slunk back into her seat more and tried to hide her face from him. He narrowed his eyes briefly before turning back to the insurance cop.

"There is one thing I will have you do."

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Nate lie on the bed in the small motel in Daxica with Sophie cross legged beside him. They had been released after more torture had taken place and had quickly escaped to China. Neither were too thrilled about having to stay there but she was aching all over from being beaten and he had cuts and lashes all over his torso. He hissed as she slowly washed the blood off of his skin, applying slight pressure to the cuts.

"I never thought you'd be one to get a tattoo. Especially one of a crosshair."

"It's a unit circle," He said bluntly, "like the Zodiac Killer." She looked at him inquiringly. "Never mind. And it wasn't exactly a choice. I wear it like a Jew would wear the Star of David during World War 2."

The corner of her lips tipped into a frown as she cocked her head curiously to the side. "So it's a tattoo to show that you were...?"

"I was in a gang, Soph." He says this bluntly, trying to brush it off as if he were saying he was on the football team, and he reaches up to rest his hand on the highest part of her lower back in hopes of keeping her from asking too many questions. She only sits up so his hand drops down for a fraction of a second before he pulls away. She internally pouts.

"You, Nathan Ford, were in a gang? by choice?" She asks, just a smidgen astonished.

"It was and it wasn't by choice. My dad was the big bad in town and I was his son. I had expectations on the wrong side of the law that I had to live up to. I mean I could've ignored the expectations but..." He trailed off slightly and shrugged. "I'm not proud of my past, but tell me someone who is."

And suddenly her lips were an inch away from his, palm pressed against the pillow his head rest on, and her hair brushing against the side of his face. Her scent was emanating off of her as her body just barely brushed against his, sending Nate into a small place of ecstasy. She leaned in a little more, eyes starting to flutter close before she jerked back as if someone had just shocked her. Even in the dim light he could see her entire face go bright red.

She started to stutter incoherently.

And for a split second that went by too fast for him to notice, he wished that he wasn't married to Maggie and that he could kiss her senseless. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "It's alright Sophie. Nothing happened."

"I know," She whispered with a hint of disappointment. "I just got caught up in the moment." Gently, she brushed her fingers over his tattoo above his left hip. She thought she heard a small gasp, making her smile. "It...it's good that you turned out how you did. I know people that were not able to do that."

"Like you?"

She smiled. The ghosts in her eyes flittered through before they were sucked back behind the wall again. "Let's go to bed. We're going to need some rest if we're going to steal a painting tomorrow."

I completely forgot how I came up with this so I'll skip that. And I was trying to think of a what the symbol would be for the gang during math and my math teacher ironically brought up the zodiac killer and the unit circle and it fit perfectly! so yeah.

And here's the deal with this story, because I cannot possibly think of 100 secrets for the both of them so this story will mostly be written on your requests. You can get super specific (but it might take longer) or super vague, but make sure you say who it's for. That is all!