"Okaaaay. Casey!"

"Just one more kiss?" he pleaded.

I looked into his sincere eyes. I've always been a sucker for the eyes. "ONE, Casey. Any more than that, and I'm yelling rape."

He smiles and leans in for another kiss. He murmurs against my lips, "I love you."

DAMN. He's doing it again. Making me feel guilty about what I'm about to do and he doesn't even know it. "I have to go, Casey."

He groans. "Can't you call your dad and tell him you'll be late?"

"No, silly. I have to be on time or he'll kill me." He would kill me if I was late. He'd kill me and then bring me back to life and then kill me again. "Casey…I'll come over tomorrow, okay? But I have to leave now. I love you."

DIVIDING LINE … OKAY QUESTION, IS IT POSSIBLE TO MISS SOMEONE YOU REALLY HATE? OKAY ENDING DIVIDING LINE…

Okay, right now I'm in an alley. A dark alley. A shady alley. I swear if anybody sees me here with the long black trench coat I have on, they'll think I'm a drug dealer. And if they call the police and they search me, they'll find a gun. I'm not gonna kill anyone. Just hurt the son-of-a-bitch.

So here's the thing. My dad and the other captains thought we should try the honey trap to get this stupid terrorist. The honey trap is pretty old but it works. The spy gets the suspect or whatever to fall in love with them and they can get whatever information they want from them. I already met with Jake a few times already. That's his name. Jake. An American name. The first American terrorist.

I'll say this now. Jake's a perv. The first time I met him, he kissed me. UGGGH. I can't wait to shoot him. I'm supposed to extract the information, shoot him where he can't die (like the leg or the stomach or something) and then call for the car.

"Heather?" A voice calls behind me.

I plaster on a smile and turn around to face the seventeen year old boy who's killed our nation's leaders. Okay, I'll admit it, the leaders were fucked. But they were smart.

"Jake!" I said in (FAKE) enthusiasm.

"It's great to see you again, Heather. You look beautiful." His eyes roam over my body. It takes every ounce of control I have not to shoot now and interrogate later. It almost kills me every time he calls me 'Heather'. I needed an alias and I wasn't about to give this wacko my real name.

"You look nice yourself. So tell me what you're going to do. I want to help. Please?"

"Patience, love. Now tell me, what is unstoppable?" What kind of question is this? I answer the most obvious.

"Weather."

"Elaborate on that."

I give out an inaudible sigh. "Tornadoes, earthquakes, volcanoes, floods, hurricanes. Natural disasters that can kill you if you aren't prepared."

He taps my nose with his finger. "Exactly. I've been working with the Al Qaeda for nearly three years and they've created a weapon that will create these natural disasters with a the press of a button. It is a large machine that we will put into a helicopter and there is a tube attatched to it. We point the tube downwards to a city and press a few buttons and- voila! Instant storms and instant death. "

"Amazing. When will it happen?" This sick, sick bastard…

"As soon as we locate our leaders." He grins.

"Where are they?" Dammit, do we have more moles in the agency? Because, if we do, I'll kill them myself.

"They're located everywhere in the country. Mayors, governors, the White House! Its amazing how clueless this country is."

I laugh. "It is amazing, isn't it?"

He presses up close to me, backing me up to the wall. He smiles at me and I smile back. Clueless, huh? I reach through my coat to the inside pocket where I store my gun. I grab it and press the barrel of the gun against his stomach. I took classes on where to shoot a perp so I don't kill him. Unfortunately.

He gasps. He can feel the gun. He knows he's been tricked. Then he laughs. "They made you use the honey trap. God, I always loved that. Do I get another kiss?" He said that part loudly. Is he insane?

"Sammy?"

Oh God, no. PLEASE no…

I turned toward the voice and saw a confused Casey.

Crap.

Shit.

Fuck.

Que fait-il ici? Avez l'idiot me suivre? Oh Dieu, comment diable vais-je expliquer cela?

Gaah. When I'm especially frustrated I think about everything in French. I've learned to speak several languages fluently, in fact…

But that's not the point. Casey, MY BOYFRIEND, has just caught me with some guy (a pretty cute guy, not that I'd ever like him), the guy wants a kiss and he's pressed up against me, AND I'm with this guy, laughing, right after I told Casey that I had to be somewhere.

Merde.

AND I can't shoot Jake. I'd scare Casey out of his wits. And I can't tell Casey about SALT and if I can't give him an explanation, he'll be so hurt.

"Sammy? What are you doing?"

Oh Casey.

Jake is still pressed up against me. He looks down at me and smiles. But its not a normal smile. No, this smile is diabolical. He leans down to whisper in my ear, "Your boyfriend? Tsk, tsk, tsk. He doesn't know, does he? I can see that by the look in your eyes. Don't worry, it can be our secret. Hmm…I wonder how much you care about him?"

"What do you mean?" I hissed back at him.

"I mean, if he was killed off, would you care?"

My eyes widened. "You wouldn't."

He smiled. "I killed my mother, love. I still feel no remorse."

"You touch him and I'll come and kick your scrawny ass back to wherever the hell you came from."

He laughed. "I'll leave you with your boyfriend. Gee, I wonder how you'll tell him that you were going to kill me because you work for the government."

UGH.

He slipped past Casey and now I'm left with Casey. Hmm…how do I get out of this?

I could deny it. But I don't like lying to Casey or putting him through any more pain.

I could be an ass and argue with him about it. But it hurts me to do that to him.

I could break down in tears and ask him to forgive me. But I HATE acting so weak in front of him.

I could tell him the truth. But my dad would probably kill me.

I could tell him that I have to be somewhere. But of course, he'd probably just think that I'm a slut and I'm going to go meet up with some other guy.

"Casey, I-" As soon as I started to speak he looked up at me and I could see just how hurt he was.

THE EYES! His eyes always had an effect on me. Once, we were fighting. I avoided looking into his eyes, but when I did look into them, I apologized and begged him not to be mad at me. And he knew that his eyes could make me do whatever he wanted.

I love Casey. I love him so much and I hate hurting him like this. And I saw the look in Jake's eyes when he suggested that he would kill Casey. There was so much joy in his eyes, like killing people and destroying others lives was a sport. He'll kill Casey.

Because of me.

Now I get why my dad left my mom. If someone found out that killing my mom would kill him, they would've done it without another thought. My mom never knew and has been bitter ever since. But she's still alive. She's safe. Sure, she's moved on, but she's safe.

My dad was right. I need to break up with Casey. Sure, it'll kill me inside but it'll kill me even more if Jake kills him.

Now while I was thinking about how I'm about to ruin my life, Casey magically appeared in front of me and grabbed my hand and started dragging me out of the alley.

"Where are we going?"

"Out of the alley." His voice is rough. " People keep walking by and look at me funny like I'm about to rape you."

He drags me around for two blocks. And during this whole time, he hasn't said one word. Thanks Casey, now you're making me feel guilty intentionally. We finally end up in his car. Casey never admitted it, but Billy told me that Casey worked his ass off to get this car so he could drive me to our dates. I am a terrible person.

Jeeeezus, I feel like that girl in the song Tonight Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae. I love that song but it goes like the guy had a shitty week and then his girlfriend cheats on him.

But it doesn't matter to him or whatever.

We're sitting there in the car, not looking at each other and its driving me insane. I have this problem with my mouth that I've never been able to fix. I might have a problem with loud outbursts. But only a little.

"Casey,pleasedon'tignoreme."

He sits back in his seat and sighs. Then he turns to me and looks at me like Can I get an explanation?

"Casey…it's better if I don't tell you. But it's not what you think, I swear." I can't look at him. Instead I stare at the glove compartment, which just makes me feel even more guilty. I remember once, Casey bought some water from the guy selling it off the street from a cooler. He asked me to get a dollar from the glove compartment. I did and I saw that he kept photos of us in there. Why? I don't know. But the GUILT IS EATING ME ALIVE.

"Alright, I'll take that excuse."

What?

WHAAA?

Que?

Qu'est-ce?

He's crazy. Or maybe I'm crazy. He leans over to kiss me on the cheek.

He's crazy.

He'll get killed if I don't let him go. Now I'm crazy.

"Casey…I love you, but there's a problem with my mom."

"What?" The poor boy's confused. "Sammy, don't listen to her, alright? Is she still going on about how my dad will ask her to marry her? Sammy, its bull. He won't do it."

"Yes, he will."

He looks at me for a second. "Sammy, are you…are you breaking up with me?"

I break down into tears. Oh God. Why am I so pathetic? Why can't I stop crying? It's for his own good.

Casey grabs me and pulls me into his lap. He kisses the top of my head. He speaks into my hair, "He won't do it, Sammy. Think about this, please. Please…"

My head snaps up to look at him. "Casey, she's pregnant!" I wasn't planning on telling him that. I thought he'd just let me go. He was going to find out sooner or later but…the look on his face when I told him that my mom was going to have his half baby brother/sister…

"I love you, Casey."

I wriggled out of his grasp and got out of the car.

DIVIDING LINE…LEMME REMIND YOU, MURDER IS ILLEGAL AND THEY STILL HAVE THE DEATH PENALTY IN NEW YORK…JUSS SAYIN…SO PLEASE DON'T KILL ME…

"You did the right thing, Sammy. Its good that you're not selfish like I was." My dad was trying to help me out of my depressed state. I've had a messed up day. Lets take a look at it, shall we?

I had to seduce a terrorist.

Casey caught me in a lie.

A terrorist threatened to kill Casey.

The terrorist GOT AWAY.

I had to remember my mom's pregnancy.

I had to break up with Casey.

It's THAT TIME OF THE MONTH.

So uh, who wants a seventeen year old agent's life?

"Sammy, you know that saying, 'If you really love something, you'll set it free-"

"DAD! I hate that saying. It's so cheesy."

He smiled. "You didn't hear the rest. 'If you really love something, you'll set it free and if it comes back to you, it's yours.'"

I groaned. "That's even cheesier. What's the point?"

"If you two end up together again, you and him are meant to be."

"Dad…where do you get the cheesy sayings?"

"I have a whole book of them."

I stared at him. "You're joking, right?"

"Maybe. Now, before Jake got away, did you plant the tracking device on him?"

"Of course. But you'll need to work fast before he finds it." I told him.

My dad says under his breath, "Or washes his clothes…"

I look at him wide-eyed. "It's not waterproof?"

"Uhh…Oh, by the way my partners agreed with me."

He's baiting me. I could ask him again if the device was waterproof or I could be nosy and ask what his partners agreed with him about…

"On what?"

"We're getting protective detail for Casey."

I gasp. "You're putting him into Witness Protection?"

"No! We're going to have someone watch his house 24/7. He'll be okay, Sammy."

We're both silent for a moment. Then I speak up. "I'll watch him."

"Sammy, you don't have to do that."

"But I want to make sure that he'll be alright. I'll make sure he's okay."

"Sammy-"

"I'll watch him." That's the end of it. He knows that he can't stop me.

He sighs. "Alright. If you see Jake anywhere, shoot him immediately. If you kill him…not our loss. Everyone at the agency is trying to find out more about this…weather machine. Let's hope they've all gone cuckoo. And, uh…your mom said that she wants you home now. She's having Casey, Heather, and Warren over for dinner."

I gasp. "She wants to formally announce the pregnancy. Dad, please get me out of this. I can't face Casey again."

"Sammy, act mature about this. I think you should go."

I think for a minute…"I'll do all the paperwork here." That's suicide by paper cuts and frustration. The paper work is insane and everyone here hates it with a passion.

He thinks about it. It's a tempting offer. No one's done paperwork in six months. The secretary had a nervous breakdown…

"Hmm…uh no. Sorry Sammy. I love you, but you need to do this. Besides, what if Jake shows up? You'll be okay."

UGGGH.

Now I'm pissed.

A/N: Okaay. Please don't kill me. Airplane fares are expensive these days and murder is illegal. You could get 25 years to life in Rikers. Dude, people get raped in Rikers and Attica…Uhh…tell me what you think. Unintentionally, I used two words in here that are the titles of stories that Steph (CaseyIsMyValentine) wrote. Damn, she changes her name a lot…But Unstoppable and Clueless are to stories that she put on her Sammy Keyes blog. I'm in love with Unstoppable, you need to go read it.

And, I know this isn't at all like Salt but I based this story off the previews. I had no idea how awesome the movie really was…

And you need to go on Youtube and look up the Key of Awesome. They make parodies of songs. Their latest is a parody of Judas. They renamed it BEARDED NUN. Go listen to it.

GAGA, IM HOME,

I BROUGHT FOOD FOR THE KNOMES

ARE YOU HERE ALONE?

WHAT THE. GAGA?

Go listen to it :)