Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, Naoko Takeuchi, Kodansha, Toei Animation, etc. do.

Author's Notes:

                   A new year and a brand new story from me*grins*

This is something I actually wanted to write for a very long time an haven't come around to do

before.

Sorry for the very unoriginal title.. when I can think of something better it'll change.
I do hope you'll enjoy this story and if you want me to continue , just tell me… although I would continue anyway ^-^ ;;;
Oh and thank you to everyone who reviewed the epilogue of "Love Always Finds A Way".. I love you all!^____^

Mission: Impossible?
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Prologue

"Watch out!"

Turning around slowly, she could only see a bullet heading her way and in the next second she felt a warm, hard body pressed against her own.

Opening her eyes she stared blankly into irritated dark blue ones boring into her own.
Gulping nervously she tried to flash an innocent smile but when she saw his face contort in annoyance she knew this wouldn't work on him. She honestly didn't know why she kept trying, she really should have known better after five years of working with him.

"You truly are a pain in the ass, Porter."

"Gee, thanks, Shields.. if you were any better." She spat back.

After another death glare he turned around and the young woman had the first chance to look at the scene.. they had truly caught him this time.. and she had almost screwed up everything.. she sometimes really didn't know how she had made it into the FBI.

Cursing her luck special agent Porter left the scene of crime wandering into the cool night air, letting the soft breeze calm down her temper… why did this always happen to her, and why of all people did he always have to be the one to save her?

"See you tomorrow Sere!"

Turning her head towards the voice, she smiled weakly back at Ami Summers, also an agent and doctor- and most of all, a good friend.

"Yeah, see you."

The other woman looked worriedly before coming over to give her friend a hug.

"Hey, it wasn't that bad."

Sighing Serena looked at the sky before answering in a whisper

"It was.. why does it always have to be him?."

The other woman grinned before patting Serena's shoulder lightly.

"It must be destiny" and with those words and a wink she turned around and left.

Arriving at her own apartment she threw her jacket over a nearby chair and exhaustedly walked into her bedroom, falling asleep the instant her head hit the pillow.

Oh, how she dreaded the moment she would walk into the office; she knew he would be there, tall, handsome, strong with that irresistible smile on his lips, flirting with the secretaries and younger agents like there was no tomorrow, and then when he would see her, his smile would spread into an sardonic grin and as almost every morning a fight would ensue.

Work wouldn't be the same without their daily bickering and the rest of the crew would be more than shocked to see them act civilly.

Everyone knew they couldn't stand each other's guts, but still Darien Shields was her partner and she was sure he was as happy about that fact as she was.

Giving her reflection a final once over she sighed having given up on putting on make up or dressing fancily long ago, deciding it was no use in that job anyway.

Leaning against the edge of his table Darien cast an occasional glance  towards the door and then onto his watch. 9:15… fifteen minutes late- that was much- even for her- Miss I can't be on time even if my life depended on it.

And he hated it! He hated people who were unorganized, had no manners and were always late.. he hated her.. the queen of all klutziness and tardiness; yet the fates had decided to pair them up and make them the "dream-team" of the agency.

And he knew the moment she would enter the room, he couldn't control himself anymore and another of those ridiculous fights would ensue- he really couldn't help it.. he had tried; but it just seemed as if she brought out the worse in him.

And as if speaking of the devil, the door opened and she came in like a whirlwind, hair sticking in all directions, clothes wrinkled and untidy.

Sighing Darien walked towards her- couldn't that girl make herself look proper once?

He had always believed that women were born with that 6th sense for clothing and make up.. but when he had met Serena this belief had changed rapidly.. obviously someone had forgotten to give her that gift.

"Morning, walking disaster." He drawled evilly.

She looked up at him defiantly "Oh, and good morning to you too, Mister "I've a got a broom stuck up my ass"."

He glared at her darkly but decided to continue their little "conversation" later, as they were already expected.. in fact they had been expected 20 minutes ago already.

"As much as I'd love to continue this little banter, I'm afraid we have more important things to do at the moment." He gritted out, and before the blonde could utter a word he continued in a quite harsher tone "Walter's expecting us in his office."

Serena gulped nervously at that. What would happen now? Would he tell her she was an absolute failure after last night's events?

She looked expectantly up at her partner, trying to find out if he knew more about this meeting, but judging by the unsure look in his eyes, she suspected he was as much in the dark about this as she was.

So they just had to wait and see.

Entering their boss' office they took the offered seats, nervously waiting for whatever it was what the older agent wanted to tell them.

People went on about their work as usual until a loud scream was heard from the chief's office…

"WHAT?YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!!"

"Would you please calm down and not act like three year olds!" Walters  told them sternly.

Both agents looked guiltily at their laps for a moment before Darien gained his composure again and trusted his voice to speak once more.

He looked at his boss bewildered an unsure before talking.

"Sorry, Sir, but you can't mean this seriously. I mean.. this is ridiculous!.. Look at her!" he gestured towards Serena, who raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Do you mean to say that there's something you don't like about my looks, Mr. Shields?" she drawled angrily.

"Something?.. ha!.. have you ever looked into a mirror, recently?" he spit back.

"Oh, you pompous little.."

"Will you just stop it!" Walters all but shouted.

Blushing Serena closed her mouth an returned to staring at her folded hands.

"I've been thinking about this for a very long time, and since you have been on this case for such a long time, I decided you were the only ones with the right background to do this. And you are two of my best agents, even though, Miss Porter here. .ahem.. sometimes has problems with controlling her ..ahm.. limbs- but she never misses a target, and  you, Mr. Shields have a cool mind and logic.

So you two are the perfect couple for this undercover mission."

Serena and Darien looked at each other with wide opened eyes and another emotion that could have been dread.. there was no way out of this.

Walter smiled triumphantly at the two stunned agents.

"Good luck on your mission, Mr. and Mrs. Newman."

…to be continued

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Chapter finished March 2002