Dean was outside polishing his motorcycle when he heard the sound of another one driving towards his house. He remembered the sound of that particular motorcycle all too well even though he hadn't heard it in a year. He turned around just as she parked.

Her chocolate brown hair was flowing out under the helmet. She was wearing a pair of fake leather pants. She was all about animal rights, vegan even, so she never wore real leather. She had on a tight black tee and an open black leather jacket. The jacket was just as fake as the pants. She took off the helmet and revealed her chocolate brown eyes that matched her hair.

"I thought you were done with me, darling," he said.
"I am," she said.
"Bitch," he smirked.
"Pencil dick," she stared him down.
"I don't recall you complaining when I fucked you back in the days," he said.
"It's called faking an orgasm," she fired back. "Are we done throwing insults at each other so we can actually talk?"

They stared at each other for five long seconds in silence before he broke out into a more friendly smile.

"What are you doing here, Madison?" He asked.
"I got a gig and I need your help," she answered.
"A gig? You walked away from this line of work a year ago," he said. "You walked away from the job and me. So how was Australia?"
"Africa," she corrected him.

He knew exactly where she had been. He had followed her work with the wild life online. It had hurt like hell when she walked away from him and there was nothing he could say or do to stop her. He had almost died on their last job together and that had made her run for the hills. Or Africa. Anything to get as far away from him as possible, signing over the house to him and taking nothing with her.

"When did you come back?" He asked.
"Three weeks ago," she answered.

That hurt. She had been back for three weeks and hadn't told him. Like he never meant anything to her. Like they had never been in love and living together. He had planned on marrying her. He had even bought a ring and was planning on proposing when she out of nowhere broke it off with him.

"Drew called me," she said.

Chief of police Drew McIntyre. He had been their only contact within the police, giving them jobs to hunt down and kill people that should be locked away for life but kept escaping the law because they were too good at not leaving evidence behind. Did that make Drew a dirty cop? Technically yes, but he did it for all the right reasons. Dean and Madison would take care of the scumbags while Drew covered it up afterwards.

"Rapist and murderer," she continued. "His name is Randy Orton and he's killed three so far. Or three that they know of. There might be more. He beats them to death with his hands. Cruel way to go."
"And what do you need me for?" He asked.

He already knew the answer but he wanted to hear her say it. He wanted her to say she needed him.

"Back up as always. I'll do all the heavy lifting. I just need you to keep an eye on me so he won't actually kill me. He prefers mini skirts and crop tops so I don't have room for a weapon," she said.

Flashbacks from former jobs and them working together ran through his head. They had been a great team up until the last time where they were aiming for a drug lord named John Cena. They didn't know Dean's cover had been blown somewhere along the way and the only reason that John hadn't managed to kill Dean was because of Madison. She had run to his aid, shot and killed John along with his two men Elias and Braun as they were trying to beat Dean to death. The job had ended in a giant mess that Drew had a hard time covering up. Dean was alive today because of her. He was also single today because of her.

"I think I'll pass," he said.
"Okay, I understand that," she nodded. "If you change your mind, I'll be down at Sami Zayn's bar tonight."
"You're not actually thinking about going through with it alone, are you?" He asked.
"I've already made contact with him. He's expecting me there tonight," she said.

She put her helmet back on, got back on the motorcycle and drove away. That sneaky, little bitch. Of course she had made contact. She knew Dean would say no due to her running out on him. She also knew he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about her safety, knowing she was meeting up with a rapist and murderer.