Sipping away at her drink, Veronica made her way to the deck away from the busy party. The summer night air was warm but comfortably refreshing. The party was calm; but with so many people in one penthouse, no matter how large, could get stuffy very quickly. As she passed through the door, she saw someone standing at the other end of the deck. Veronica walked closer and started to make out the figure's features. A clean cut black tux hugged a big, muscular body. Tightly curled blonde locks reached down to the back of his neck. Veronica could see the slight shifting of his shoulders as he exhaled smoke out of his mouth; his right hand then resting back down at his side, and flicked off the excess ash.

She opened her purse and brought out a skinny cigarette. Brock's head twitched slightly when he heard the metallic click as she closed the purse back up. She didn't flinch when he instinctively put his knife to her throat-just barely grazing her skin. She didn't even spill her drink. The filter from his smoke held firmly between his teeth. He was in battle mode for about half a second before he saw who was creeping up behind him. Veronica's emerald green eyes locked onto Brock's brilliant, icy blue gaze, and lifted up her hand exposing the cigarette.

"Got a light, big guy?" Brock sheathed the knife as Veronica placed the filter between her red lips. Brock lit up his zippo and held it up to her. She placed her hands on either end of Brock's strong yet soft hand, inhaling as the flame ignited the tobacco.

"Sorry about that." he said cooly sheathing his knife; Veronica smiled as she exhaled.

"Don't worry about it." She smiled and took another drag. She glanced down at the holster that rested securely to his belt. "So I guess that really was a knife in your pocket, and you weren't just happy to see me." she said coyly. She took another drag. Brock smiled to himself. Veronica sauntered over near the sitting area at the far side corner of the deck. She sat at one end of the cream colored, sunken U-shaped couch, gazing over the shining skyline. Basking in the warmth of the city lights. New York truly never slept. She heard approaching footsteps as Brock made his way over, sitting on the other side of the couch. Only a glass coffee table stood between them. She sat her drink on the table, leaving the olives in the glass this time.

"I liked your little show back there. Guessing you aren't a fan of weapons?" Veronica looked over to him, took one more drag, and smiled.

"Yeah. I'm pretty good with my hands." she teased. Brock choked on the smoke of the drag he took, and softly chuckled to himself once the coughing stopped. He didn't quite know how to respond to that. For the first time in a long while, he was a bit flustered. Veronica snuffed out her cigarette and flicked it over the edge; making it's long decent to the sidewalk. Brock smiled at her, she seemed like such a mystery to him. He felt this urge to know more about her.

"What are you doing later?" Brock asked giving her a sly smile, putting out his smoke soon after. Veronica bit her bottom lip, and coyly looked away.

"Well, probably help JJ clean up after the party. But I'll let you know if I need help from Rusty Venture's dog." She took a sip of her drink, then placed it back on the table. She leaned forward, elbows resting on her lap as her forarms crossed over each other; making her breasts seem to almost escape from her dress. Veronica ran her index finger around the rim on her glass. Brock couldn't help but stare at her voluptuous cleavage. He wasn't sure what had gotten over him. It was almost like his deepest animalistic urges were about to take over his sensible mind.

"Then heres to hoping Junior's cat's 9 lives are in jeapordy." Brock answered. Veronica locked eyes with him one more time. She then stood up and walked over to him; sitting gracefully on his lap, side-saddle. Brock slid the slit of her dress over, fully exposing her right leg. His fingertips gently ran from her ankle up to her thigh. Veronica then twirled a small lock of Brock's hair on the back of his head.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" she purred in a sultry whisper. Brock smirked at her and slipped his arm around her back, pulling her in closer. Her heart began to beat faster as he stared deep into her eyes. Brock could feel her breasts heave against his chest with each breath she took. He put his hand under her chin, lightly rubbing his thumb over a small scar on the right side. His thumb tip moved upward to her bottom lip; Veronica kissed it, playfully. She could see the tension in Brock's eyes. Like he wanted to just tear at her dress and have his way with her right there. Veronica imagined that hard, bare chest pressing up against her tender flesh as he teased and touched her all over. As much as she wanted that, she sadly knew this wasn't the right time for it. She could feel her cheeks grow warm, thinking about all the things she wanted to do with and to him. She tried very hard not to make it seem too obvious.

"I'll let you be the judge of that." he then pulled her into a deep kiss. Veronica slipped her tongue into Brock's mouth to meet his. She felt him smile against her lips, and then, just as quickly as it started, their lips parted from each other. Seemed to end all too soon. The moment was then disturbed as the sound of the Rusty's voice was coming from Brock's wrist.

"Brock come on! I'm done here and I wanna go home. Help me round up the boys." he was interrupted by the sound of something breaking. He called out to Hank about not running around in the house. Brock looked back over at Veronica as he turned off his communicator. Brock helped her off of him as he stood up off the couch.

"Well, duty calls. See you later, Veronica." she smiled back at him as he started to walk away. Veronica grabbed her unfinished drink, and leaned against the wall of the roof and began to bring the glass up to her lips. She called out to him. He turned halfway back to her, as she swallowed the last of the gin.

"Just remember Samson-that's not the only thing my tongue can do." she gave Brock a wink as he left through the sliding glass door. Veronica looked out over city once more time, gratefully relishing in the moment. She watched as the X-1 lifted up off the helipad and took off back to their compound. From above, Brock looked down at Veronica. Seeing her walk back into the party. Thinking of her helped keep him sane during the ride home, nothing Rusty or the boys complained about could get to him.

The apartment became eerily quieter and quieter as each guest started to leave. Veronica and Captain were left with the task of cleaning up the kitchen as Jonas took care of the living room. Veronica changed into a pair of white pajama shorts and a tee-shirt, before she started on the dishes. She couldn't help it as her mind wandered; her thoughts of Brock started off innocent, then slowly going into more risque territory. Her heart skipped a beat for a moment, which made her come back to reality. She finished up and excused herself to her room. Captain was at the door paying the caterers for their service.

Veronica said her good-nights and then went into her bathroom to brush her hair and her teeth. She laid on her bed and just looked up at the ceiling for a few minutes. Veronica wasn't sure what was coming over her. She had met many men before she started working for the youngest Dr. Venture, she wasn't sure what kind of spell Brock Samson had placed on her. It was almost like he embedded himself in her mind. She grabbed a book out of her bedside table drawer and started to read, hopefully to calm her mind.

Before she took the assignment, she studied up on Jonas Jr. and the rest of his family. When she made her way to Brock's file, there was so much information about him, that it took her a few days to read it all. But she didn't mind the homework. Every exploit he ever encountered was like reading a whole new adventure in the series of his intense life. She admired his bravery, and she found his head-strong attitude very attractive. She was hoping to meet him when she started her assignment. Her train of thought ended when she heard beeping coming from her dresser drawer. She got up and grabbed a small golden compact. She opened it and placed it up to her ear.

"Anything to report?" The woman on the other end asked. Veronica hated that she had to do this now and ruin her good mood. But she knew what she had to do.

"Dr. Venture is going to be at the spider skull island compound tomorrow morning and will be staying there all weekend-coming back on Monday. He's working on his new project. He didn't tell me what it is. I'll be the only one here."

"Excellent. I'll move this information along. We will be heading over there on Saturday to pick you up and carry out our plans. I figure you've been there long enough to get the intel we need. Also, are you doing ok? No one is suspicious about you?" the woman asked. Her tone was concerned, almost sounding like a mother hen looking after her baby chick. Veronica rolled her eyes.

"No, no one is catching on. I didn't take all those theater courses in college for nothing." she joked.

"I know you're tired of me asking, but I don't want you getting hurt during this mission, Veronica. Well, I'll let you get some sleep. Goodnight, sweetie."

"Goodnight, Sis. See you soon."