As Maya unpacked her things into her room, she thought about the last place all of her things had been. Her favorite piece of artwork had been nailed up over a fireplace, her favorite photo of her old dog had been on the coffee table, and her favorite cushions had been on the lovely brown leather sofa she'd picked out with Rob . Now they were here, ready to go into a new house she'd never even seen before. They didn't fit, they didn't feel right. But then again, neither did she.

Moving from the busy center of New York to the suburbs wasn't exactly her ideal situation, and nothing like she'd imagined her life to be at this moment. She sighed, placing the rest of her boxes in the main bedroom. She'd have to wait for further instructions until she could pack away the rest of her stuff.

The house was cold, and not just in temperature. It smelt like a dentist office, everything was too clean, too tidy, too perfect. Even just looking outside she could see what kind of a place this was. The neighbourhood seemed to coordinate how long the grass was, what colors their homes were, and even the shade of white their picket fences could be painted. It was like a street of identical dollhouses.

Maya was just about to go make herself a coco when her phone started buzzing. Picking it up, she heard the familiar gritty voice of her superior.

"Hart. How are you settling in?" He said so loudly she swore he may as well be yelling in her face.

"Fine. Yeah. Nothing suspicious yet."

He tutted. "Typical, already on the lookout. Just try to relax, get unpacked the best you can, and wait till your partner gets there."

"My partner?" She scoffed. "Don't you mean my new husband ?"

"Look I know you're not into all this domestic stuff, but we wouldn't have picked you if we didn't think you were the right women for the job. Speak to you later agent." And the phone went dead before she had the chance to make some sarcastic comment. That guy was annoying enough, but since this transfer he seemed to think he could just talk to her however he wanted. Just because he knew she'd been gone for a while.

Being an FBI agent was never going to easy. Maya had already had her experience of sexism, verbal abuse, tormenting teachers and even a stab wound. Still she never thought she'd been unlucky enough to have an undercover operation that involved the American dream, roughly translated to her nightmare.

She'd take undercover work in the most violent Mafia in the country where there was a 95% chance she'd be stabbed again over this. This was hell on earth. Boring, tiresome, dreary hell.

Boiling the kettle for her much needed coco she started to wonder what compelled people to move here in the first place. Not that her and Rob ever discussed it, but she assumed they'd never move here. Not that he wanted to move anywhere with him.

She'd moved in with him when she was 18 , desperately wanting out of her home and saw no other option. Maya had wanted to make the move, she was in love and it seemed like she perfect beginning to the story of her and Rob . Although reluctant, he'd let her move in and they'd begun a very happy few years together. She'd already been an early recruit to the FBI and her life finally seemed to be making sense. She had a plan. Her life had a structure for the first time in her life and she loved it.

Now 24 and she'd been kicked to the curb. She kept replaying that day over and over in her head.


"Rob?" She asked, walking in early evening with a take away in one hand and some paperwork in the other. She'd just been told to look over some dumb undercover case that she had no intention of taking, but was told her thoughts on the case overall would be helpful.

"Maya!" He yelled from the bedroom sounding far too alarmed to see her. "I'll be out in a minute!"

"What's wrong?" She chuckled nervously, noticing his tone. She slowly opened the door to their bedroom and saw him, looking utterly shocked. Behind him stood a girl with ebony hair and a little smirk on her face.

"I didn't want you to find out this way." Was all he had to say. She threw the take out bag at him and stormed out of the apartment, staying with a friend from work for the night. Apparently he'd never thought their relationship would last, and he'd gotten tired. He'd told her she wasn't the kind of girl you settle down him. Whatever that meant.

2 weeks later she was all packed up and heading out on what she knew was going to be the most boring mission of her life.


Taking the first sip of her drink was interrupted by the sound of a horn outside. The second moving van had pulled up, and she could see a fake mover man, actually one of her co workers talking to a tall blonde man. As she headed to the door to greet them she could see the man in a little bit more detail. Was this the man who was going to be her husband. He was...not bad. From the back anyway. She could see he had sandy blonde hair and nicely defined muscles. Although that was sort of to be expected with an FBI agent.

"Hello." She ventured outside and glanced around the neighbourhood to see if anybody was watching. Luckily they'd chosen the time of the local market which apparently everybody went to. The only people in their homes didn't care about any new neighbours .

"Ah, Maya so good to see you." At the mention of the name Maya the blonde man span round with widened eyes. The second Maya got a glimpse of his face, she recognized him.

"Lucas?" She stammered, taken completely by surprise. He...was in the FBI?

"Maya Hart." He sounded just as shocked as her and the moving man was just confused.

"You two know each other?" He asked. "Your records showed no overlap, we figured it was best to keep you as separate as possible for the mission in case anyone went looking."

"We were in high school together." Maya explained, looking back down at the grass. This just became worse than her worst nightmare. This wasn't hell, this was the freaking apocalypse. This was too much for her to handle.

"Well, how about we get inside and I can get you prepared for your mission? Mr and Mrs Walker. "