A/N: Believe it or not, I have been doing so much writing lately! I'm working hard to fulfill a lot of the prompts people gave me, including a season one fic and a pseudo-NYU piece which should be up soon. Of course, this fic is neither of those (I know, I am cruel) but it's something I've wanted to write for a really long time and just haven't had the motivation. I'm not going to give a plot summary because it should be pretty obvious after reading this, which is sort of serving as a prologue. If I get a good response I'll continue! There will definitely be some violence and disturbing references to torture and what not, also some Dan/Georgina action because they're my guilty pleasure ship. Ultimately a DB fic with lots of sexual tension and suspense.

This is pretty short, but as I said, it's basically a prologue to what the actually storyline will be.

Thank you for being so patient with me! You guys are all wonderful and the fact that you read my stories means the actual world to me.

"Just find out where the memory card is so we can get out of here," Dan glanced over his shoulder, clutching his gun firmly.

A few feet away, a young man was begging for his life, tied up and at the mercy of Georgina Sparks. The duct tape over his mouth did little to muffle his screams and groans as she sawed at his ear with a small knife. The smirk on her face did not escape Dan. She enjoyed the thrill of torturing her victims, even beyond necessary means.

"Tell me where the memory card is, Jimmy," She purred against the young man's ear. The same ear that she was in the process of cutting off entirely. Tears rolled down his face as he shook his head, resisting. Georgina laughed to herself as she went back to cutting. Blood was pooling around his head and Dan was certain they were running out of time. This guy wasn't going to crack. They had already been there for an hour. He tried desperately to focus on guarding the door, but the screams were echoing in his skull, making it impossible to do so. Finally, the noises subsided. It was calm.

A hand touched his shoulder and Dan jumped, whipping around to find Georgina behind him, smiling.

"How much do you love me?" She asked, head tilted to the side.

Dan lowered his weapon, laughing with relief. "You know where it is?"

She nodded and he watched as she returned to the other room and carefully packed up her tools. She handled them with so much care, it was almost humorous, how much pride she took in torture.

He used to love her. At least, he thought he loved her. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he loved the adrenaline rush she gave him. The way her teeth ripped at his bottom lip, as if to tear it off of his mouth. She was always sneaking up behind him, gun pointed at his head and he was never completely assured that she wouldn't pull the trigger. She was crazy enough, and Dan wouldn't be surprised if she liked the feeling taking her own lover's life, watching him fall to his knees in front of her, blood pooling around his body.

"We have a few minutes to spare," she smirked, approaching him slowly, "Fuck on the granite countertop?"

Her hand trailed down his chest delicately and behind them their victim was still mourning the loss of his ear. While it was tempting, Dan was just ready to be out of the house.

"Raincheck," he said playfully and grabbed her hand to lead her out the back door quietly. In the alley, a black town car sat with it's lights off, but Dan could hear the engine humming quietly. It was the third time in the past two weeks that he'd seen the car after a mission. Their agency only drove Range Rovers so he knew it couldn't be back up. Dan put his arm around Georgina's shoulders carefully and hurried her out of the alley and down the street to their car.

Once they were driving, Dan let out a sigh of relief to be away from the suspicious town car, and the poor guy who was lying in a pool of his own blood. He needed a drink. And a new job.

"I got you a souvenir," Georgina said as they flew down the freeway. She opened her box of tools and placed something in his hand gently. As soon as he looked down, he felt his stomach lurch. Jimmy's ear was sitting in the palm of his hand.

"Fuck, I don't want that," He tossed it back at her and Georgina laughed, examining the ear carefully. Dan glanced at her as he drove, the fascination was eminent in her eyes. She was passionate about what she did for a living, he would give her that.

"So where's the card?" he asked, snapping her back into focus.

Georgina glanced up, dropping the ear back into the box. "A safety deposit box at the bank on 52nd."

He nodded, secretly hoping that he would be assigned to retrieve the memory card. When Georgina was under cover she typically cracked under pressure and would end up shooting a security guard for asking if she wanted to check her coat. And yes, that had happened at an UES gala only months ago.

They arrive at the ISIS building and stop at Lily's office to inform her about the success of the mission.

"Nicely done," Lily applauded quietly, sipping her martini. She gave Dan explicit instructions for retrieving the memory card and Georgina headed out on another mission with their other agent, Carter Baizen. Dan hated the pang of jealousy he felt whenever Georgina left for a mission with someone else. Even if they weren't romantically involved (if you could call it romance) she was still his partner. They worked better together than anyone else at the agency.

"Daniel, I have a very important mission for you."

He sat down in one of the plush chairs and waited for her to continue, intrigued.

"Remember when I had you take down Bart Bass, the head of Bass Agencies?"

"Biggest mission of my career," he nodded, feeling his stomach twist at the memory of suffocating a fifty-eight year old man to death in the comfort of his bedroom while his wife was away.

"One of his former agents is on to us. She's been trailing us for awhile. She needs to be taken care of immediately."

It sounded easy enough. To take out another agent, all he had to do was think like an agent. The revelation shed light on the town car that kept showing up when he was leaving a mission.

"Sure. Who's the agent?"

"Blair Waldorf." Lily handed him a thick file and he flipped through the papers quickly, mostly documenting her family history and childhood, all the way up to every single mission she had completed for Bass. Dan was curious of just how Lily had acquired what seemed to be a highly confidential file. At the back of all the papers was a picture. It was taken from afar, presumably in secret, but the girl was looking directly at the camera, as if she had spotted it easily. A small smirk rested on her shiny red lips and traveled up to her dark brown eyes. A burgundy beret rested on top of her long brown waves.

She was really quite pretty. It was a shame he was going to have to kill her.