She breathed deeply as the steps grew closer from the other side of the truck. She was trying her best to be silent, but her nerves were unsteady. Her mind kept switching back and forth between now and the past…with Derek.

Braeden shook the thoughts for the third time in 20 minutes and concentrated. She couldn't afford to mess this up. When her target got within arm reach of her she jumped up and stuck the barrel of her gun in the back of the head of the guy and wrapped her knife around his throat.

"Hello, Rodger."

"Ha…aha, they sent a little girl to do their work, huh? They're cowards."

"No, they sent a women." Braeden huffed and slit the guy's throat. He slipped to the floor in a gurgled silence. She stood there for a moment watching the life leave his body and it made her feel uncomfortable, but only for a second. Next step was taking a picture; click, and getting out of there.

She headed to the other side of the parking lot, ditching her gloves in a trashcan nearby. They'd never trace her, she was sure, and hoped on her bike.

It was around midnight when she pulled off into traffic heading west toward the outskirts of Beacon Hills. Her work for the week was done and by tomorrow afternoon she'd have money in the bank. A cool $120,000 for an easy hit. Not as much as other people, but enough to make her happy for a while and buy some top of the line boots.

Braeden stopped at the light just as a black car slid next to her. She glanced at the car, shiny and sleek, and her mind drifted for a moment to Derek. No way was that him. The chances weren't there…were they?

She revved her engine and the car did it back. A sigh.

But maybe they wanted to race.

She took a deep breath and when the light changed both of them peeled off into the night. They tore around the bend in the road and took a hard left then a right. She was sure it was him now so to throw him for a loop she stopped dead in the middle of the street. The Camaro stopped a few feet away, its break lights bright in the darkness.

Slowly Braeden took off her helmet and waited. The door to the Camaro opened and Derek stepped out, leaning on the side.

"Hey." Derek said.

"Hey yourself." Braeden replied with a grin.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Taking a ride, you?" She asked.

Derek raised his eyebrows, obviously not believing her. She smiled brighter. He crossed his arms.

"Also taking a ride."

They were silent for a moment, unsure where to go from here.

"Where are you staying?" Derek asked.

"Anywhere."

"Why don't you stay at my place?"

"Are you asking me to sleep with you, Derek Hale?" Braeden asked and Derek blushed, but he remained cool.

"I'm asking you to spend the night. That's it." He replied.

Braeden looked Derek up and down for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright, I'll follow you there. Don't run off the road wolf boy." Braeden put back on her helmet and Derek got back in his car. They arrived at the loft fairly quickly and were upstairs in no time. Braeden watched as Derek put away a few things before asking if she wanted any to eat or drink.

"I'll have some water." She said looking around the loft again. She spotted some of the food they had yesterday on the counter. She smiled to herself; looks like he liked it. He came over to her and handed her the water which she took a sip of before yawning.

"Okay, I get the bed and you get the sofa." Braeden said heading toward the bedroom door.

"Wait, what?"

"You heard me." Braeden said. She turned and grinned at him before closing the door and locking it behind her. She looked around the room for something to change into and settled on a t shirt she found in his dresser.

She took off all of her clothes and slipped on the t shirt just as there was a knock at the door.

"I told you wolf boy, you can't come in."

"This isn't wolf boy." Another male voice said. Braeden stared at the door for a moment before unlocking and cracking it open.

"Peter, right?" She asked.

"You seem to know me, but I don't know you."

"Braeden." She said.

Peter eyed her before looking over his shoulder. "You do realize she is an assassin, right?"

"Yes, Peter." Derek said annoyed just out of her sight.

He shook his head and turned back to Braeden. "How long are you planning on staying here?"

She shrugged. "As long as I'm welcomed. I could leave right now."

"Peter." Derek said coming into view. "Leave her alone."

"I just don't like the idea of an assassin living with us. I'm sorry if I care if you wake up, nephew." Peter huffed.

"Despite the fact I'd loved to make some money, I've already collected my bounty for Beacon Hills." Braeden evened her gaze at Derek. "You don't have to worry. I won't bite."

"Okay…" Peter took a step back. "Just don't say I didn't warn you."

"Where are you going?" Derek asked as Peter grabbed his coat.

"Out, for a walk." Peter said before closing the door behind him leaving Braeden and Derek alone in the loft.

Derek's eyes traveled downward to Braeden's legs, which were smooth and shiny in the dim light. She shifted a little, slightly posing in the doorway when she noticed him looking.

"Like what you see?" She asked and Derek's face turned red. He looked up at her and opened his mouth, but closed it again.

"I…uh…" Derek coughed.

"Mmhmm." Braeden grinned. The t shirt stopped very short on her, exposing most of her legs. It wasn't like Derek hadn't seen legs before, but her legs…Braeden's legs were amazing.

"It's late." Derek said after a moment.

"It is. Good night wolf boy." Braeden closed the door and giggled to herself silently. Derek was easier to tease than a kitten.

She settled into bed that night with a wide grin on her face.

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