AN: This story is completely AU.

Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or Mr. & Mrs. Smith.

Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 1

Elle was having a lousy day. She had spent all afternoon chasing down what was supposed to be an easy bag and tag and nearly gotten her face burned off when he got in a lucky shot. She couldn't believe she had let a baboon like Flint Gordon almost get the best of her. As it was, he had singed her hair. Nobody touched her hair! She had made sure he suffered for that little mistake with a few well placed kicks to the kidneys before dumping him off at the Company.

Now, she was late for dinner. She could only hope that Gabriel was still busy at the shop.

She still found it amazing that he could get so wrapped up in watch repairs that he was often late from work. The first time she had asked him what was so interesting that he was two hours late for dinner, his eyes had lit up mischievously and she had gotten a long and involved explanation on the virtues of a Patek Philippe tourbillon wristwatch. She'd rather electrocute herself than sit through that again!

She sighed in relief as she pulled into the driveway and noticed that Gabriel's car was still missing. Running into the house, she was satisfied to see that her Company assistant had prepared another "home cooked meal" and set the table for her. She ran upstairs to change for dinner.

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Gabriel pulled into the driveway and slammed his fist onto the steering wheel after parking. What a day! He had been on the verge of tracking down the elusive Agent Bishop when the incompetent goon his father had paired him with for the mission went missing and he had had to spend the last hour explaining to his father how Flint had been slowing him down and they were better off without him anyway. Arthur had given him that look that asked if Flint was really missing or if he had just decided to scalp another partner.

Geez! He had only done that one time!

Well, he was finally home now and he could relax. He just wanted to eat, take a shower (hopefully with Elle) and go to bed.

When Gabriel had informed Arthur three years ago that he was getting married and needed to severely limit the number of long and overnight assignments he took, he had expected a showdown that could require the construction of a new headquarters. Instead, Arthur had looked at him long and searchingly and declared that marriage would be good for him.

It had been.

If someone had told him four years ago that he'd be happily married and working a nine to five job recruiting (and sometimes dismantling) super-powered humans for Arthur Petrelli (his father!), he would have told them they were crazy. And then taken apart their brain to see what had made them that way.

Over the years, he had thought about telling Elle that he was not, in fact, a harmless watch repairman. But he always came back to the same conclusion. If his sweet, quirky, pastry chef wife ever knew who he was and what he really did, he would lose her. So if he had to lie, cheat, kill or steal to keep the one thing in his life that made him sane, he would gladly do it.

With a smile tugging on the corner of his lips, he straightened his sweater vest and pulled his glasses on. Time to see what was for dinner.

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Elle was just putting the finishing touches on another perfect pot roast when she felt Gabriel slip his arms around her waist and gently kiss her temple.

"Hey, Mrs. Gray." She turned in his arms.

"Hey, yourself, Mr. Gray," she smirked up at him. He smiled back at her for a moment before frowning and moving his hands to cup her face and turn it to the side.

"Elle, what happened to you hair?"

She laughed lightly and kissed him on the nose before picking up the roast and walking to the dining room. "Oh, I was torching some crème brûlée and poof! It ignited a bit harder than I thought it would and got some of my hair." He sighed. She was so accident prone!

"Please be careful, Elle. You know how I worry." Oh, if only he knew.

"Aww, Gabe! You do care!" She came back in and wrapped her arms around his neck, batting her lashes at him outrageously. "Now tell me you love me and you can have some dinner." She smiled at him expectantly and he promptly complied. She was always asking him to say it.

"I love you."

"How much?" Her fingers were slowly creeping under the back of his shirt.

"I would kill for you." Please let me kill for you.

"Would you die for me?" She ghosted her lips along his jaw and he shivered.

"Yes." No need to tell her he was practically indestructible.

"Good." She smiled seductively against his lips. "Take me to bed?"

"Yes."

As usual, they didn't end up eating until much, much later.

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AN: Yes, I did steal a line from The Simpsons. Hearts and stars to anyone who knows which one!