A/N: This mini-fic is a teaser of the main fic I am co-writing with lonewolf ( u/4684355/lonewolf352) and the entire thing will be posted soon on his profile. This is to drag all the wonderful people who follow me (and I love everyone who does, as well as those who take the time to read my work) over to the story since it won't be posted on my page. It's only fair since it was originally his idea. I believe that he has a teaser for his part up as well, if you want to read it. This is very much a cannon-type fic. And this note has gotten really long. So disclaimer: Bethesda owns the Elder Scrolls series and questlines and NPS and Skyrim. I'm just respectfully twisting it. So enjoy!

She stretched languidly and looked over her shoulder at Brynjolf, who smiled warmly and wrapped his arms around her waist. Korina leaned against him and sighed.

"Well, Guild Master, I think we should be heading back. They might start to wonder," he said into her hair.

She laughed and turned to slide her arms around his neck, "You mean they haven't already? Damn."

"Come now, lass."

She kissed him softly, "You go on. I have a few things I want to do before it gets too late."

"Trying to get rid of me? You'll have to do better than that," Brynjolf pulled her closer to illustrate his point.

"I guess if you really wanted to know what I was going to get you, I'll let you tag along." Korina sighed loudly and smirked, playing on his love of surprises to goad him into leaving without her.

Damn, she was good. "Getting me something, are you? What's the occasion?"

"Oh, nothing much," she trailed her fingers across his armored chest just hard enough that he could feel it through the leather.

"You know I'll find out sooner or later, lass."

"I'm counting on it. Now, shoo."

"Alright, alright. Don't be out too long. I can't wait up forever, you know."

"Because you really need more beauty rest," she lightly shoved him.

He pulled her close for one last kiss before making his way back to the Guild. Korina smiled after him. She had fallen hard for the Nord and wasn't afraid to admit it. Next week was the two year mark of when they had first met. That had been nowhere near romantic. In fact, they had left that encounter very nearly hating each other. It was more of an excuse to get him the enchanted glass dagger he'd had his eye on for a while. She pulled the hood of her armor back up and made her way to the blacksmith's shop for the unique purchase. Wrapping it carefully and stashing it in her boot, she threaded her way back through the late night crowd, intent on returning to the Guild, and more importantly Brynjolf, as quickly as possible. So when someone unfamiliar grabbed her from behind, she was more than a little annoyed. That one person turned into two and then three and she was quickly overwhelmed. One of them yanked her hood down in an attempt to hold her still and only succeeded in making her fight harder. No one touched her armor.

Fighting for all she was worth, she knew she was going to lose if she didn't do something. So she started to scream, "Guards, someone, help! They're-" a large hand covered her mouth and she bit it hard enough to draw blood, "HELP! Someone, get them off of me!" She landed a well-placed kick and one of them stumbled back. That gave her the leverage she needed to yank one of her arms free and lay into the other two holding her. By the time the guards came to her aid, she could have managed. But, she was grateful nonetheless. Not one to play the victim, even if she rightly was one, Korina beat feet away from the crowd and stopped in a small back street to catch her breath. Oh, Brynjolf is never going to let me out of his sight again. And who in the bloody hell tries to kidnap someone in public anyway? Amateurs.

"Oh, hello my dear."

Korina spun and drew her dagger to face whoever had spoken. "I'm really not in the mood."

"I don't need you in any kind of mood. Now come along."

She eyed the hooded figure warily. His cloak was black and reached the cobblestone path under their feet. All she could see of his face was his nose and mouth, which was twisted into a disdainful scowl. He screamed evil and she started backing away.

"Oh, none of that. Come now, quietly." He reached for her and before she could yell again, the world faded to black. "That's a good girl."

He hefted her slight form and disappeared into the shadows with no one aware that the Guild Master was now missing.