Okay so this is my first Slash, be nice. It's gonna be short. Obviously, I do not own the characters they are Stephanie's blah blah blah, we all know. Anyway here it is, my bright, shiny new fic.

EPOV

I ran a hand absently through my hair, taking a deep breath. That had not gone according to plan. But I was successful, that was all that mattered to me, and to my boss. I took to the staircase, running down the cement stairs and talking into my watch all at the same time.

"Jake get the car started, I'll be there in five," I commanded through the tiny microphone. His voice sounded in my ear piece.

"Did you get it?" He asked, I could hear tires skid in the background.

"Of course I got it, do you think I'd be in such a goddamned hurry if I hadn't?" I asked sharply, I was still on edge. They could still pop up at any moment, the other side, and that would be most inconvenient.

As I reached the end of the stairs and hit a corridor, I slowed my tread to a casual glide, not wanting to attract any attention. I felt uneasy, this hadn't been a simple mission, but it was too calm, too normal. My teeth were set on edge as I scanned the hallway for any black suits. I absentmindedly pulled the envelope closer to me inside my jacket, feeling the cold metal of my gun as reassurance.

I was almost out, the hotel lobby could be seen and the idle chatter of the wealthy could be heard amongst ringing bells and honking limousines. Jake pulled up in the SUV, but he couldn't see me because of the angle of the hallway. I was a meager six steps away from the marble flooring of success when he stepped out from an alcove that held the dish carts.

I walked forward, my eyes trained on the door, my stride never stopping. As we passed each other, both of our heads turn and met equal, icy stares of hatred.

He was the mystery agent, who always seemed to be in my way. As far as espionage went, I was the best, but this golden-haired man was always one step ahead of me and my plans. I swiveled and was facing backward, he neared close to me until we were almost chest to chest.

"I believe that belongs to me," he said in that tone of warmed honey. His breath was minty and his scent was of spiced cinnamon and musk. He made a grab at the envelope but I easily avoided him, spinning away. He made another grab at me and this time I seized his hand, bending his wrist. He somehow maneuvered my own arm behind my back, I swept my right leg across the back of his, and we were both on the floor.

We wrestled, mercilessly kicking and punching at each other until he had me pinned with my face on the ground.

"You are good, but I am better, don't forget that. Hand over the envelope," he commanded, even through his pants his voice was sultry, not caustic. I had to force myself to keep my knees from weakening.

"Never," I said simply, and threw him off me. He tumbled head over heels and I pinned his arms on the ground. He curled his lip in anger, his perfectly rosy, cupid's bow lips, his hair was splayed behind him and his cheeks were flushed, he was heaving from exertion and he looked absolutely I shook off the thoughts. I regretted having to do it, but I took the butt of the gun that I had finally dug out of my pocket and hit him in the head with one foul blow. I got off him and noticed vaguely that he was wearing a necklace, a silver bird pendant with a ruby in its mouth on a matching silver chain. Curious.

I brushed myself off, put my hands in my pockets, and strode out into the lobby with ease. I made sure to smile at anyone who caught my eye, reputation was important, and I exited through the revolving doors to where Jake was waiting.

He was not as formal as I was, seeing as only one of us need go under cover. In jeans, a hoddie, and a grey ski cap he looked like he was a video-game nerd rather than an esteemed technological director. Without a word, he took off, spinning our tires and leaving skids on the pavement. I calmed my breathing and tried not to think about the blonde agent inside, his face bruised by the blunt of my gun.

"So you did get it?" Jake asked. I simply pulled the envelope out of my pocket and turned to liquid in the seat. Jake nodded in approval and we went straight to headquarters.

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I made it in and out of headquarters in enough time to sill make it to my sister's engagement party. I did not have time to change, but luckily, my suit was still in pretty good shape. I took my silver Volvo and drove as fast as other traffic permitted to make it to the last leg of the party.

When I got there many people had left, but my sister Rosalie was there in all her glory with her soon to be husband Emmett. None of my family knew of my true profession, they thought that I worked for a high-end law firm.

"Edward, you made it!" Alice, Rosalie's best friend, chimed as she came over, hugged me, and left two lipstick smudges on either cheek.

"Nice to see you Alice," I greeted. My sister's eyes were on me, they were smoldering in distaste at my being late. I move around Alice and made my way to them with my present. It was the receipt for the crystal chandelier that I'd bought for their entryway that I had placed inside a card. The brand new house that Rosalie and Emmett had just bought was grand enough to accommodate such gifts.

"You are something, Edward," Rosalie said, hatred spilling into her voice. I knew she was just being dramatic. It was nothing different than when we were growing up and I messed something of hers up and she cried, claiming that it was her favorite possession every time.

"I'm sorry, I got caught up at work," I said, wincing at the bruises I felt forming on my ribs.

"Having trouble crunching those numbers, Eddie?" Emmett jested. I swallowed hard when he slapped me hard on the back. "Yeah, them'll get ya," he said. Emmett worked for the Seattle Police Department and therefore considered himself a hotshot, invincible some may say. However, he would probably last ten minutes in my line of work. The man was like a Bull in a China Shop.

"Right, balancing the books and all that," I muttered. Rosalie accepted my gift begrudgingly until she opened it and realized what I'd gotten her. She then proceeded to hug me and inform me that I was her favorite brother, regardless that I was her only brother. Rosalie had a tendency to be a bit materialistic. Considering that she was a world-renowned model, it didn't surprise anyone, me included. Rosalie's money paid for her and Emmett's new house after all.

I stayed and chatted with the remaining guests, worked my charm and all that Jazz. There was one couple in particular that I could not stand, and had no idea why they were friends with Rosalie. Bella and Mike. First, it was obvious that Bella had a crush on me, and every time she met my gaze, her cheeks would turn bright red, consequently throwing my mind back to the blonde agent with the flushed cheeks. I was appalled at the way she batted her eyelashes and stood with her breasts displayed in a 'come hither' fashion. I was gay, though not openly, and her advances did nothing but make me want to lose it.

Mike on the other hand, was completely oblivious. He owned a sports retail shop on the corner and he wanted to talk to me about possibly coming in and evaluating his equity. I had no idea what that entailed, it was just my cover. So somewhere in between bullshitting Mike into believing I knew what I was talking about, and simultaneously being backed into a corner by Bella's advancing physique, I made my escape.

I said goodnight to Rosalie, Emmett, and Alice and exited as quickly as I could. After the long day, it was all I could do to pry my eyes open long enough to get home and flop myself down in my bed.

As I lay in the dark, the blonde agent's cornflower blue eyes haunted me. He was a beacon of forbidden beauty, a golden-haloed angel of destruction, a gun-slinging god that emanated confidence and utter sensuality…after a while I ran out of epithets. I fell asleep, and dreamt of seas of cornflowers the smell of spiced cinnamon on the breeze.

So, how was it? PLEASE let me know what you think. Should I continue? If I get a good response, I definitely will, but tell me if it's not worth your time. Thanks for reading.

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Clarity