As soon as Annie got into her apartment she went straight to the boxes in her supposed to be bedroom. She sifted threw box after box of clothes and still had no idea of what to wear. Noting seemed right.

It was nearing 6:30, and she decided to try again after her quick shower. She went back to the boxes and started tossing the clothes across the empty bedroom. It was 6:48, and she was nearing the end of her wardrobe. She decided on a light blue dress that went down to her knees. It had spaghetti straps, so she picked up a darker blue shrug to go over it.

The cool weather here was going to kill her romantic life. She was always cold, 90 of the time anyway. She would have to bundle up like an Eskimo here.

She got into her outfit quickly enough, but her hair! It was going to take hours!

She was blow drying her hair when she heard the buzz of the call button. Someone was calling her apartment. She hurried to the call box by her door.

"Who is it?" Annie spoke into the intercom.

"It's Jackson. Are you ready?"

"No, not yet. You can come up if you like."

"Sure,"

"I warn you though. My apartments a mess."

"It doesn't really matter."

"Okay." Then Annie pressed the button that unlocked the front door.

Annie dashed around the room trying to pick up whatever clutter there was in the lapse minutes between now and his arrival.

Jackson got off the elevator on the 3rd floor. The hallway was narrow, dirty. He kept asking himself what he was doing. But he was yet to have an answer.

It was agents the rules to get involved with anyone. He already knew he would be in trouble. He was supposed to be on a plane right now, back to the base with the package. He knew already what they would tell him. That he was compromising everything.

But he didn't really care. It had been so long since he had done something that he had wanted. Right now, all he really wanted was to get to know this, Annie. What a sweet girl. She intrigued him. More importantly, she didn't seem to be afraid of him. Also, she wasn't deathly attracted to him like most girls seemed to be. That's what irritated him the most. When girls fawned all over him. They had no idea what he was really capable of.

Neither did Annie, of course. But, there was something about her. He wanted to know more. He needed to know more.

He stopped at 14C, her door. He knocked twice. He heard a crash from inside. It brought a smile to his lips.

Maybe that's what it was. She made him smile. Actually smile. Her quirky little way of always being embarrassed and trying to be perfect, and do everything right.

The door swung open about a minute later. He knew subconsciously she had looked threw the eye hole first. She stood there in bare feet, she wore a simple blue dress with a shrug to keep herself warm, and her hair was tangled and soaking wet. The end of her hair were making her dress wet.

Her cheeks were red, he knew she had been rushing to make everything look nice. She smiled up at him with her bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her.

"Hello!" She said enthusiastically.

"Hello." He held out the flowers he had bought for her on the way over. She broke into an even wider smile when she saw them. He didn't know what was coming over him. He had never acted this way before.

"For me!" She asked. What a stupid question. From anyone else he wouldn't have tolerated it. But from her, it was just a sweet little surprised remark. It made him smile.

"No, for your landlord. Of course for you." He said handing them to her.

She took them and stepped aside allowing him inside while she sniffed the flowers. The apartment was small. All the walls were white. Boxes and furniture were scattered everywhere, according to no plan. She had obviously just moved in.

Not that he didn't already know that. With the time laps from when he last saw her, he had looked up everything he could find about her on his laptop. He would like to think he wouldn't have done it. But it was just a bad habit now. From what line of work he was in, he had all the information he could ever want right at his fingertips. And he loved that fact.

He knew her parents were divorced, where she went to collage for four years. She has two sisters (that weren't nearly as beautiful as she is by the way), who her best friends were in high school, why she moved out here, and that her past boyfriends were nothing to brag about.

But that still did not satisfy his curiosity. He wanted to know everything about her. Things his computer couldn't tell him about her. Like her favorite color, favorite season, just everything.

"Well, just make yourself at home. With what home I have. I'll be out in a few." She said disappearing into her bedroom, carrying the flowers.

He smiled to himself for no reason. It felt good to break the rules.

He sat down on the foldout bed, it sunk beneath his weight. There was a box beside him on the bed, he opened it without thinking about 'boundaries'. There was a photo album on top and he pulled it out and started flipping threw it. He heard a hair dryer start in the other room.

He had so many questions he wanted to ask her. So much he wanted to know. But he was also worried. Not about what he would find out, but he knew she would have questions for him. Questions he couldn't answer, shouldn't answer. So much about himself had been a big secret for so long he didn't know what he would say. Even to the simplest of questions. And for the first time in his life, he was scared.