Title: The Rookie and the Pro
Author: Jake's Girlfriend
Rating: T
Summary: Faye Valentine is the new rookie of the Red Dragon syndicate. Spike Spiegel is the old pro of the Red Dragon syndicate. When they're assigned as partners you can be sure there'll be sparks.
Author's Note: So, this one took me longer to post. I hope it's not too bad.
Spike looked at the door. He looked like he'd had a revelation. The look was quickly replaced with an annoyed face. 'Stupid little...I can't believe she shut the door in my face!' He took a deep breath, breathed it out. Everything was fine. I mean, who cared if she didn't like him? It only mattered if Julia did. Julia. Julia. Julia. Not Faye. He turned around, his face rigid, determined. He'd done what he came to do.
Faye pushed off the door. Her face looked relieved. It unnerved her–him in her room–but she'd felt a funny feeling with him there. One she didn't care to explain.
She sat in the chair he'd been sitting in just seconds ago. 'It's...still warm.' She blushed. 'God, I'm an idiot.' She let her hands drop to the sides of the armchair. Her right hand hit something hard. "Ouch..."
A steel suitcase sat on the plush carpet. She thought she'd seen Spike bring in something. 'That was probably the reason he came.' She picked it up and set it in her lap, opening it with caution. Inside were two hand grenades, extra bullets–and best of all–a .33 shotgun. She smiled with appreciation. She'd brought only one gun–and she had to smuggle it in. The guards at the gate had searched her, retrieving three guns. Luckily she managed to stick the fourth, a small handgun, into her bra beforehand. The guard had told her it was for security reasons, but she had a hunch it was to "pat her down" too, which she allowed him to do (however quickly) for the sake of the syndicate.
She checked if it was loaded (which it was) and placed it on the bed. She'd take it with her when she went to the party.
She smiled, excitement swimming in her jade eyes. She walked over to her open suitcase (which was also on the bed) and continued rummaging through it, hanging her clothes in the closet opposite the bed. She came to a dress, one that was packed in a plastic wrap. It was the only dress she brought with her, her favorite dress. It was black, satin. She took it out of its wrap and pressed the fabric to her face. She sighed. 'So soft.' She laid it out on her bed, closing the now empty suitcase and placing it in the closet on the floor. She looked at it for a moment more, then went into the bathroom.
The bathroom was beautiful, with marble tops and a chrome sink. She still couldn't believe she didn't have to pay for her room. The benefits of joining the Red Dragons were amazing.
She looked around, admiring the architecture before stripping, placing her clothes in the hamper under the towel rack. She waited while the tub/shower was being filled. She was definitely a bath person.
Spike pulled out a black suit from his walk-in closet. It wasn't even halfway full. 'Honestly the benefits for joining the syndicate are ridiculous sometimes.' Of course he did have a better room than the newcomers, especially since he was one of the best assassins in the business. He looked at the digital clock that sat on his bedside table. It read 5:00p.m. He had an hour before he needed to get there. He decided he'd take a shower before leaving. He walked into his humongous sized bathroom and looked in the mirror. "Better shave," he mumbled.
Author's Note: Sorry this one was so dry. The next chapter will be better. Promise! Thanks so much for the reviews again! I love you all!
Kendra Luehr: I can't believe someone did that! Idiot. I was really looking forward to reading more of it...