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Disclaimer: People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but in actual fact, it's more of a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey… stuff.


Hooker


The wall is cool against her back, and completely icy against the thin strip of exposed skin where her shirt has ridden up. His eyes are a glistening blue, sparkling with sickening desires, and his mouth is curled up in a twisted grin.
She curses this mission and all it's worth.

The biting wind clips her skin, the short skirt she's wearing doing little to help her situation, and she grinds her teeth at the sensation. The man doesn't seem to notice, and runs his hand over her chest in a manner that makes bile rise in her throat.
She knows she's meant to look like a hooker, but this is just ridiculous.

Gain the target's interest, they said. Get information out of him, they said.
It's a whole lot harder than it sounds- shooting the man would be too simple.

Besides, her gun's in her bag, and her bag's next to her drink, and her drink's in the club. Damn.

The knife at her waist is in a position too awkward to grasp, next to an offensive part of the jerk in front of her. And his hands are gripping her wrists, no matter how weakly. Just a little part of her is scared.

One of his fingers grasps onto her shirt, pinning her arm to her side and pulling her neckline down at the same time. She holds her breath as he releases her arm altogether to pull more material down, his eyes alight at this new discovery. Trying not to roll her own eyes, or make him lose interest, she giggles a little and he looks up at her.

At that, he pushes her roughly against the wall even further, a sudden power and strength taking him over. And he's got more muscle than she thought, because she suddenly can't move.
His hand moves up to her neck, trailing down and not-so-subtly brushing against every part of her, until it stops at her thigh and slides round it.
At that, she squirms out of reflex, and he glares up at her whilst licking her lips.

Bracing herself for what she knows she must do, she closes her eyes as he lifts more material, not realizing fear is etched over her face. Her leg kicks out minutely, but at that he screams and slaps her on the cheek, moving ever-closer...
"Hey!" a voice yells, and her eyes fly open to see someone walking up the alley.

He's wearing a suit, but his sleeves are rolled up messily. He's got a threatening, protective manner about him, and she seems him tense upon seeing her obvious discomfort.

The perp doesn't stop, however, although it's clear that is what was intended by the man's shout, and only continues his movements.
"Stop it right now, buddy." the suited man says, coming right next to them and pushing the jerk's shoulder. Neither of them moves, but her target does turn his head.
"I said... stop it." her new ally says, reaching to his waist at the same time as kicking his foot out.

The perp falls to the ground, and she takes her opportunity and pulls her knife. He looks suitably scared, she notes, but it's only then that she sees the other man holding up a rather nice gun.
He flits his eyes to look at her, and she nods.
The guy's dead before he hits the ground.

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He waits for her whilst she gets her ID, a fact she's grateful for. He didn't just save her a job and a heap of paperwork; he might just have saved her life too.

He tells her he works for NCIS.
She tells him she's Mossad.
He gulps.

Authorities turn up in large groups and mill around with cameras and tape. She gives statements to each agency, then calls her father, informing him of the complications.
Her target's dead and she didn't get enough information.
She sees the way her friend keeps an eye trained on her the whole time, worry woven through his gaze.

But then, her Mossad partner turns up, angry and menacing, and she ensures they both run away from the scene before someone dies from a flying knife. She leaves without being able to say goodbye.

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Only three months later, when she's escaped Mossad's insistent clutches, does she try to find him.

Stepping into the building a little nervously, she asks the receptionist where he will be and gets a strange look along with a visitor's pass. The elevator ride stretches out seemingly forever, but she appreciates the thinking time.

She hopes he remembers her; she hopes he forgives her. She wonders if he's changed at all, because she quite liked the version she met. She knows she would rather like to know him properly. A smile comes to her when she thinks of all his possible reactions.

Then, the doors open and she steps out, shaking for some unknown reason. He's at a desk when she notices him; on the phone and looking mildly frustrated. He looks up, his eyes catching hers and his mouth falling open. She grins as he drops the receiver and almost falls over upon standing up.

He saved her. Enough said.


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Oh, I have a One-Shot that imma post on Tuesday. It's my 200th ep celebration. Keep 'em peeled!