Disclaimer—Characters belong to Chris Fedak and Josh Schwartz. No copyright infringement intended. Any similarity to events or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Author's Notes—Um, yeah. So, randomness. :) I blame the ROUS that invaded my house this week.

Spoilers—Very much none.

The Professional—Ellie needs to hire an assassin.

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He came running as soon as he heard screaming.

She barreled out into the courtyard, not stopping until she reached the fountain, carefully climbing up on the edge of it.

"Ellie?" he asked, his hand at the gun in the back waistband of his jeans.

"John! Oh, John, thank God," she said, placing a hand over her heart.

"What's the matter? What's wrong?"

"It was the world's... largest... mouse."

His mouth quirked into a slight smile.

"Don't you dare laugh at me, John Casey, it was gigantic!"

"I think I've got some mousetraps. Would you like for me to set them out for you?"

"Don't you have a gun?" she asked.

She couldn't know... could she? "I..."

"What about a grenade? Atomic bombs? Something? I'm just not sure a little mousetrap is going to stop it," she said, continuing, looking fretfully at the wide-open door to her apartment.

"Leave it to me, Ellie. I'm a professional."

End.