Since the Hitman section needs more 47/Diana fluff,smut, FANFICTION IN GENERAL I wrote this little bit :) I have a headcannon that 47 would occasionally visit Diana and Victoria to check up on them after the events of Absolution. Call me crazy, but 47 has a conscience about some things~ I'm aiming for around three chapters with this thing, so the chapters may or may not get longer content-wise. Anyways, any feedback would be highly appreciated o n o!


She would invite him over on occasion to the mansion when he wasn't busy fulfilling another contract for the agency, something that 47 was at first a bit curious about but it had grown into habit, just like his meetings with her discussing details of his next job. Diana seemed more welcoming and warmer than he remembered her behaving in the past; she would ask him how he was doing, if he enjoyed himself wherever he went on his last job, when he would be available for another visit at the Burnwood Mansion.

Over the past year or so, 47 realized he had found it odd that he didn't seem to mind as much as he used to; he caught himself looking forward to a break every now and then when Diana offered it to him. And the food her chef made beat most five-star restaurants, as well as the company; how could he say no? The answer was that; he couldn't and that he may never stop so long as the invitation was sent to him in the gentle question she always posed to him.

He had just finished running some errands when his phone went off. 47 didn't have to look down to know it was her. The hitman merely hit the "call" button and put the phone to his ear. "Yes?"

"47! I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time," Diana greeted him casually over the phone. He stared at the road ahead but let his eyes soften up and his grip on the cell phone loosened considerably.

"I'm not busy right now if that's what you mean," he replied coolly. She chuckled lightly on the other end; he wasn't hard to read after working together as long as they have.

"Excellent! I was hoping you wouldn't mind stopping by for a day or two? Victoria's been missing you a bit since your last visit a couple of months ago."

47 glanced at the enormous teddy bear sitting and small gift bag with a local jewelry store logo on it next to him in the back seat of the cab before looking out the window to his right. "I have another job in France in a few days, Diana," he argued back half-heartily. He would've been half way to the United States had he not spotted the giant stuffed animal sitting in one of the shop windows. And knowing Victoria's fondness of teddy bears made it rather difficult for him to refuse strolling in and buying it. And then he saw the jewelry store across the street…

From her seat on one of the couches in the living room of her mansion, Diana stared into space and blinked with pointed eyes before looking down towards the phone by her ear. "47, that's not for another week!"

47 raised his eyebrows a bit when he heard her continue, "Your target is supposed to be touching down in France on the 18th of June, not the 10th!" He wasn't aware of his lips twitching at one corner of his mouth. After a bit of silence and the traffic light turning green, the hitman heard her speak up again, "How have you been sleeping lately?"

"Well enough," he replied. 47 blinked tiredly as the cab stopped in front of the airport. He moved efficiently as he fished out his wallet with one hand and then paid the cab driver before gabbing his things.

"You sound tired," Diana sighed lightly.

"I feel fine," he countered a bit rashly, now walking casually towards the ticket agent a few yards away with the plush animal under his arm with the bag and his suitcase in one hand with his phone in the other.

"If you say so, 47," she sighed in annoyance but didn't push the subject. He set his things to his side and feigned a smile towards the desk clerk and asked for a ticket for Chicago. The exchange was brief and the hitman let the smile linger on his face a little longer than he should have as he picked up his belongings again and walked towards the gate for his flight.

47 waited for a bit before speaking up, "I'll be leaving on the next plane out in a few minutes. Is my car still at the airport?"

Diana was taken back a bit before she smiled warmly and fiddled with the hem of her shirt. "It's been there the whole time, she replied. She leaned forward towards her laptop and clicked on the security footage for the agent's car. "Hasn't been touched at all."

47 gave a grunt of approval and a "thank you" to the flight attendant as his ticket was checked before proceeding through the gate. "I'll see you tomorrow night then," he walked slower now, waiting for her reply.

"Have a nice flight, 47. I'll see you when you get here," Diana smiled pleasantly as a flush colored her cheeks and she leaned back into the couch, now staring at the ceiling.

He hung up without a word, but she knew he was just as happy to catch a break as she was.