Title: On A Mission.

Summary: Lillian Alexandra, 25, is a undercover FBI Agent. Her new mission is to infiltrate the gang of the Public Enemy Number #1, John Dillinger. It is her job to become apart of his gang, find the right time to arrest Dillinger and then bring him into custody. What will she do if her mission becomes complicated when she gets to know the gang leader and starts to develop feelings for the criminal? What will she do? Will she finish her mission, or will she run off with John? Or do something entirely different?

Rated: M.

Warnings: Violence, language and possible mature content.

Disclaimer: Anything to do with the movie Public Enemies; the characters, the storyline, places belongs to Michael Mann, Ronan Bennett and Ann Biderman. I only own my characters and a few pit stops along the way in the plot. I make no my money from this.

Capítulo Uno – Problemas, gracias bebidas, un baile y una invitación a cenar.
(Translation: Chapter One – Problems, Thank You Drinks, a Dance and a Dinner Invitation.)
Lillian Alexandra sat at the bar of a local pub in Chicago. Her third Martini sat in front of her. She was winding down from a stressful day of work. Lillian was an undercover FBI Agent. She has been on the force for three years now. She didn't particularly like the job, but she couldn't complain; it paid the bills. It kept a roof over her head, kept food on the table and it clothed her.

Her new mission got delivered to her earlier today, and she knew that it was going to be a tough one. Her new mission was to infiltrate the gang of Public Enemy Number One, John Dillinger, and eventually bring him into custody. How she would get the criminal to trust her was beyond her. Lillian was lucky enough that she was given a week to come up with a plan to trust her. She heard through the grapevine that the criminal, Dillinger, was supposed to be here in Chicago for the next week or so. For what? Causing trouble? Yeah, most likely. For leisure? Maybe. Or maybe, for pleasure? Probably. Maybe all three, or maybe none of them. For whatever the reason it may be, it gave Lillian enough time to think of a plan and put it into action. Hopefully. What troubled her the most was what could she do though, how could she get the criminal to trust her?

"Hey there, beautiful." A male voice pulled Lillian out of the large web of her thoughts. She didn't have to look up to know it was a drunk man standing behind her, ready to ask her if she was "looking for a good time". It wouldn't be the first time either. It happened every time she went out. It would happen when she was out with friends or when she was on her own. She would get a lot of unwanted attention from men who were drunk and thought they had a chance with her, but in reality, they had none. She wasn't being vain in any way, shape or form, it was simply the truth.

She wouldn't say she was the most beautiful woman in Chicago, but she wasn't the ugliest. Lillian would say she was in between, maybe, she didn't know. She considered herself much different to the rest of the people in this state. Lillian didn't have a white complexion, she didn't have blonde hair, and she certainly didn't have blue eyes. She was sure most people thought she was from another planet. It was only because Lillian was the complete opposite of the people here in Chicago. Instead, she possessed bronze coloured skin, black hair and green coloured eyes. At first, she was against how she looked in the appearance department, but it didn't matter now as Lillian had grown to love the way she looked, and anyway, it was nice to be different.

"Are you lookin' for a good time, sweet cheeks?" His voice was closer, much closer. He was now standing next her, she could tell. Oh, this is just peachy, she thought sarcastically. Sweet cheeks? Really? Please. If this guy thought he could ask her that and call her that, and then the had the audacity to think it was going to be that easy to get her into bed with him, he had another thing coming. She was not a whore; never have been, never will be.

"No." Lillian told the man firmly before she took a sip of her drink, completely finishing it off. She set the empty cocktail glass on the bar in front of her.

"Oh, come on. I promise I'll make it worth your while," he whispered in her ear. She leaned away from the man. She finally looked at him. The scum bag then had the audacity to wink at her. It took all of her not to throw up right there and then. She shook her head.

"No, I am not looking for a good time, and if I was, I wouldn't go to you for it. That's for sure. I am not a whore. Get that through your damn mind! Now leave me the hell alone!" Her voice got louder as she spoke. She was getting angrier by the second. Their heated discussion grabbed people's attention around them.

"Listen here, you whore", his voice, too, got louder. The anger was raging in his voice. He grabbed Lillian's arm and pulled her up from her seat roughly. "You're coming home with me tonight and we're going to pleasure each other whether you like it or not."

She gasped in pain as his grip on her arm tightened. She tried to free her arm, but every time she did that, his grip tightened. If this man didn't let her go, she'd be forced to do something she didn't exactly want to do, but if it freed her from this man, she'd do anything.

"She said no. Remove your filthy hands from her and leave her the hell alone," another male voice spoke from behind them.

"This has nothing to do with you. Run along now," the persistent man told the newcomer as he looked over Lillian's shoulder.

She followed foot and her eyes got wide, and her breath got caught in her throat as she realised who it was. It wasn't just any man; it was Public Enemy Number One, John Dillinger. Live in the flesh and he was standing behind her, trying to help her with her problem, and she was deeply grateful. Little did John Dillinger know, he was going to be seeing a lot more of her, and because of that, he will be in a jail cell soon enough. At that thought, guilt washed over her.

"It doesn't have to. She told you to leave her alone. Now do what the woman says and leave her alone. Do it before I make you myself," Dillinger replied, a threatening tone in his voice.

"Fine." The persistent drunk man huffed and withdrew his hand from Lillian's arm. He spun around and wobbled off to another section of the bar.

"Are you okay?" Dillinger asked Lillian.

She sighed in relief as she rubbed her now sore arm. Her green eyes were watching the drunken man. He was already hitting on some other woman. Lillian tore her eyes away from the man and finally looked at John Dillinger. She wasn't scared of him, she couldn't. Strangely, she felt extremely comfortable in the presence of the Public Enemy Number One. She dismissed her thoughts before she nodded and sent him a grateful smile. "Yes. Thank you for stepping in."

"It's no problem. I was sitting by and caught on what was happening, and anyway, I'm glad to help a damsel in distress, especially a beautiful one", he told her and smiled at her.

Lillian, too, smiled. "Can I buy you a drink as a thank you?"

"You don't have to," he tried to reason with her.

"Yes I do and I want to. You helped me, and I want to repay you." She told him before she sat down in the same seat as before. She looked over her shoulder at John. One of his eyebrows was raised and he wore an amused expression on his face as he stared at her. "Please." Eventually, he nodded and sat down in the seat to her right. He looked over at her and Lillian smiled at him before she looked away. She gained the attention of a bartender that happened to walk by them. "Excuse me."

A man, no older than thirty with pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes stopped in front of her. He placed his hands on the bar and leaned towards Lillian with a polite smile. "Hey there, what can I get you?"

"Uh, can I have another Martini and..." She trailed off once that she realised that she didn't know what John wanted. Lillian looked at over at him. "What would you like?"

"Whiskey, please", he answered as he looked at her, but spoke to the bartender.

"Sure thing guys, drinks will be ready soon", the bartender told them before he walked away again. Lillian looked back at John, her next mission for the next couple of months. It then clicked in her mind, she knew how she could gain this man's trust.

"I'm John", he introduced himself after a few minutes of silence. He held his hand out to her.

"Hi John, it's nice to meet you. I'm Frances", Lillian felt bad lying to him, but it was something she had to do. I better get used to it, she thought. Lillian dismissed her thoughts and brought her hand up to shake his. His skin felt soft and warm against hers, and his hand seemed to fit with hers perfectly. She was brought out of her trance when John broke the embrace. Lillian almost frowned at the loss of contact. What on earth am I doing? What am I thinking? I can't think like this. I just can't. She thought as she tried to keep a straight face. She placed her hands in her lap.

"It's lovely nice to meet you, Frances," he said and a genuine smile graced his lips. "You are very beautiful, if you don't mind me saying."

She shook her head and smiled. "Thank you." Lillian didn't look away from the man beside her, they kept their eyes locked on each other. A smile appeared on her lips.

"Here are your drinks."

Lillian looked away from John as the bartender placed her drink in front of her, and then placed the glass of whiskey in front of John. She smiled at the bartender. "How much?"

He shook his head, "Don't worry about it. It's on the house."

"Thank you", she smiled. The bartender smiled at her again before he turned and walked away to serve other people. She picked up her fourth Martini and took a sip.

"So, Frances, do you know who I am?" John asked as she set her drink on the bar. She turned to look at him and nodded slowly. She watched his expression change; it went from calm and collected to confused and then back to calm. "So if you know who I am, why aren't you running to G-Men screaming that I'm here? 'Cause that has happened to me more than once." He questioned.

She shrugged her shoulders and saw his eyebrow rise. He had a look of curiosity on his face with a hint bemusement. "I don't know why, but I feel completely comfortable being in your presence. I'm not scared of you like most people are."

"You know who I am and you're completely comfortable with me?" He questioned, and she nodded. "Can I ask why? I mean, I am a bank robber. I'm Public Enemy Number One. I'm dangerous, and you're not scared at all?"

"To be honest, no and I have no idea why," she told him, and he didn't answer, it seemed he was taking in her words. Why? She had no idea.

"So, Frances–" He started, but she cut him off.

"Please, call me Fran."

"Okay, Fran, would you like to dance?" He asked.

"I thought you'd never ask," she said with a playful smile on her lips.

He laughed before he drowned what was left in his glass of whiskey and stood up. She followed suit and got up from her seat. John held his hand out to her, and she smiled and took his hand. He smiled at her before he led her to the dance floor as another song started playing. They passed the drunk that was annoying her earlier on the way to the dance floor. They walked through the sea of people and found a spot in the middle of the floor, and they suddenly stopped. John turned to face Lillian and released her hand from his. He grabbed her hips in gentle matter and pulled her closer to him. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, softly resting there. Billie Holiday's voice floated above their heads like low-slung stars. They began to sway along to the music.

While there was silence between them, Lillian took the chance to take in his appearance. John was easy on the eyes, there was no need to beat around bush about that. He was handsome with tan skin, brown hair, dark brown eyes, perfect cheekbones, almost feminine lips and a perfect chin. Everything perfect, proportional, beautiful. He stood around 5'10. He was skinny and muscular, but not too muscular.

"So, Fran." John started. His voice pulled Lillian out of her trance. She looked at him in the eyes as he spoke again, "Care to share a bit of information about yourself? I hear a slight accent in your voice, and I'm interested to know a bit about you."

John surprised her more by dipping her. Lillian came back up surprised. She was sure that she had a surprised expression on her face because John let out a loud laugh. Not only was she surprised at the sudden dip, Lillian was surprised also at his question. He wanted to get to know her? Really? She felt panicked as she didn't have a background story to tell him. She lightly shook her head, that freed herself from the inner battle she was having. She looked John in his eyes. She was going to tell him the truth, about where she was born, her family, but she won't go into too much detail about them, the many languages she spoke. She figured that would be the best way to go. She didn't want to lie too much. The only thing she would lie about, other than her name, was her day job.

"Well... I was born in Geneva, Switzerland. My father is Liberian, and my mother is Jewish; of Russian and Polish origin," she told him.

"Wow, you are quite the mix there, Fran", John commented.

Lillian laughed as she felt her cheeks heat up, indicating she was indeed blushing. Damn it, she cursed in her mind, and looked away from John. What is with this blushing business? I don't like it. She thought. Her thoughts were halted when she heard John chuckle. She looked back at him and finally grinned. "Why, thank you."

"What else is there to know about you, Miss?" He asked.

"Uh...not much, I was eight when my parents divorced. Pretty after that, I moved to Chicago with my mother and my two younger brothers. I have lived in Chicago for seventeen years. Not only do I speak English, I also speak Spanish and French, as well as some Hebrew and Portuguese." She told him.

John looked shocked, and she laughed at his open-mouthed expression. He shut his mouth before he smiled at her. "You speak all those languages as well as English?" He asked with disbelief, and she nodded. "Say something in French, please."

She nodded her head again and then took a few moments to think of what she was going to say. "Bonjour John, il est agréable de vous rencontrer. Mon nom est Fran", she told him and laughed again when she saw his mouth drop open once again.

"What did you say?" He asked.

"Hello John, it's nice to meet you. My name is Fran", she answered.

"Wow..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"John, close your mouth. You are going to catch flies if you keep it open like that", she laughed. He shut his mouth before he laughed with her. After a few moments of shared laughter, it died down and silence washed over, John broke the silence.

"So, Fran, are you interested in going to dinner with me?"

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