"We don't really need to be here" Quinn said sitting in the seat beside me. "We've been married five years."

"Six" I reminded her.

"Five, six years, this is like a checkup for us, a chance to poke around the engine, check the oil."

"Ah very well then" The therapist said "Lets pop the hood. On a scale of one to ten how happy are you as a couple?"

"Eight" I responded immediately.

"Wait, ten being perfectly happy and one being totally miserable or?"

"Just respond instinctively"

"Okay" Quinn looked over to me "Ready?" I nodded

"Eight" we said in unison.

"How often do you have sex?"

"I don't understand the question" I hate when people ask about my sex life.

"Yeah I'm lost is this a one to ten thing?"

"Is one little or is one nothing? Because technically speaking zero is nothing."

"How about this week?" He asked getting more impatient.

We sat in an awkward silence until Quinn spoke up "Including the weekend?"

"Sure" And we were back in silence. "Describe how you first met."

"Ah it was in Colombia" I smoothed out the wrinkles on my green dress.

"Bogotá, five years ago"

"Six" I corrected her once again.

"Right, five,-six years ago"

I pushed the policemen asking me questions in a foreign language aside as I walked through the grimy hotel lobby.

"Estás solo" A policeman was in my face.

"No" A blonde girl started walking towards me.

"No, no, no está Bien, she's with me." She pulled my arm and dragged me into a room that I assumed was hers.

"I'm Rachel"

She took a moment to respond "Quinn" We shook hands.

She didn't ask questions and it's not like I had a hard time hiding who I was I just didn't like lying to everybody.

When I was in NYADA one of my fellow cast mates for a off-broadway production of Rent got mixed up in the law. When I was younger I never thought of other career choices, it was always Broadway. That was until I realized how hard it was to get a part. Anyways back to my friend, it turned out that he had been a part of an illegal stock market. One night I was at a bar with said friend, before he got caught, and he tried pulling moves on me. My karate lessons didn't go to waste, I beat the shit out of that fucker.

I fully expected someone to call the police and to be arrested. Instead a man came over from across the bar grabbed my friend and told me to follow him. I wasn't going to refuse a two hundred pound six foot something man.

He pulled me into the back of a limo and we started to drive. He told me that he was part of a group of assassins and that they had been tracking my cast mate for a few days after they found out what he had done.

He recruited me and I went to Japan to train for two years, once I was done I was assigned head of the New York station.

"I think they're gone do you want to go get supper or something?"

"Huh" I had a habit of getting lost in my head.

"The police are gone." she was sticking her head out the door.

"Oh yeah"

We went to a small restaurant across the street from the hotel. Supper was silent except for the few times she would speak up about the history of Bogota, she was either shy or one of those quiet types that see and hear everything, and I had a secret to keep.

After we finished our food and listened to the band play she got up and returned with a bottle of vodka.

I am not good on any amount of alcohol, one shot and I can't walk. I was over 2000 miles from home so I figured a little wouldn't hurt.

A little turned into a lot, the night was filled with dancing and kissing until we went back to her hotel room. Quick touches turned into whimpers and a correctly placed swipe of the tongue turned into a moan.

When I woke up I was alone in the room, I was furious I was not just some hoe. All my anger faded when she walked into the room with a tray. She put the tray down in front of me it had a cup of coffee, toast, newspaper and a flower on it.

"I had to milk a goat to get it" She stood by the window staring out over the war torn country sipping her own cup.

I placed the flower in my hair and walked up to her keeping the sheet wrapped around me. Next thing I knew her cup was replaced by my hair which was now shattered on the ground and I was being pushed on the bed. This time we weren't drunk, or at least I wasn't drunk she could've been, who knows.

After round seven we decided it might be time to get up. She loaned me one of her bikinis and we went to a private beach that she found. By the time we were at a restaurant the count was up to eleven.

We picked a different restaurant, this one didn't have a bar. We shared a plate of crab and finished two bottles of wine. That night I'm sure we broke a world record.

I woke up to Quinn shaking me. "I have a flight in an hour, when's yours?"

"At nine"

"Where are you going?"

"New York" I sat up to see her smiling face before she ducked and kissed me.

"Me too"

2 WEEKS LATER

We were at a street fair, it turned out that we lived in the same part of New York. We were walking past the games when a man with graying hair asked if I wanted to play. Quinn handed him the money while I picked the gun up. I played dumb and held it below my boobs not aiming, and I missed all five shots.

She laughed at me then held the gun up expertly and hit every target but one. "Can we still get something? Beginner's luck" She dangled the stuffed tiger in front of me.

"I wanna go again" She paid and this time I shot properly hitting each target. I got a giant teddy.

"Where'd you learn to shoot like that?" She asked as we walked away from the booth.

"Beginner's luck" she handed her tiny tiger to some kid and kissed the side of my head.