Ana was stunned , her partner had actually gone shopping. He looked at her with a small smile and put the white paper shopping bags on the bed. She walked over, her eyes glistening with a childlike curiosity and he quickly removed one of the bags.

"What's in that?" She asked curiously her face breaking out in a smile. He was trying to be sneaky, and she wasn't going to have any of it. Wade only smirked back and wagged his finger at her.

"That's my bag, you can't look." He told her, "And none of that telepathy, it's a surprise." He put the bag in the closet and shut the door. Ana silently agreed and opened one of the bags, it was an emerald green sundress, she smiled with furrowed brows she turned to Wade. She thought it was beautiful, and was shocked by Wade's initiative.

"You bought me clothes?" Her voice with laced with surprise and appreciation, it was a sweet gesture.

"You said you needed clothes, I wanted to do a bit of surveillance I killed two birds with one stone." She raised her eyebrow, going through the other bags she found a pure silk black nighty. Raising the skimpy garment up he began rubbing the back of his head. "Wishful thinking?"

"Very wishful." She put everything back except a white and navy blue pencil dress, she took it to the bathroom with some fresh underwear changed as quickly as she could. Slipping off the white fluffy towel she pulled on her beige push up bra, and beige panties. She pulled the dress over her head and wiggled into it. Walking smoothly out of the bathroom she turned her back to Wade.

"Can you zip me up?" Her words were even and matter of fact, but Wade could feel his blood pressure rising slightly. Her toned creamy back peaked out of the white fabric of the dress, and he took a few steps from the bed towards her. Taking the white zipper in his hand he gently pulled it up, her creamy soft skin disappearing beneath the fabric. "Alright we need to talk about how we are going to get Bouvier to talk."

"We could grab him and torture him." Wade suggested in a matter of fact tone as Ana turned to look at him, She stared at him with a blank look ignoring his suggestion completely. It was impractical and messy, this was an espionage mission. Obviously he really was just a hired gun, this job required a finesse that he apparently didn't have.

"I was thinking since you have a women here, we could go to his favorite club and I could seduce him and convince him to tell us everything." Wade looked down at the file, he ground his teeth and took a deep breath. It wasn't something he was eager to partake in, the beautiful woman sliding her hands all over some sleazy arms dealer. That was not his idea of a good time, granted he wasn't the kind of man who was able to pull off the aristocratic charm of Frank Sinatra either.

"Yeah that'd work too."

"You could make sure nothing bad happens and we could head back as soon as possible." They both agreed it was the quickest, most discreet way to get the job done. They had some time to kill, Wade sat on the bed playing with his guns and Ana was reading the file.

Francois Bouvier was born in November 1933 to a French mother and French soldier's name Jean Bouvier. He grew up as a poor child, and receiving a minimal education but exceeding into it. He joined the military in 1951 following in his father's footsteps, but was discharged four years later it was cited that he was anti-social and subversive. He enrolled in the University of Paris getting a degree in French history and he then dropped off the map. He was 5'6 and around a 150 lbs, Ana stared at his picture memorizing every inch of his face.

It was around six when she started to get ready, hoping in the shower she washed herself again, once done with that she put in hot rollers, did her make up, put on a sexy long black dress with a high slit on the left side showing off her toned leg. When she was sure her curls had cooled she took out her rollers and brushed them out creating a sexy sultry look. She came out of the bathroom smoothing her dress. Wade had dressed himself in a very smart looking suit, a blood red button down shirt with a black suit jacket, and dress pants. She smiled at him and looked him over, he looked really good.

Wade looked at her and he was taken aback she was pretty before but now she looked like a movie star, or an angel. Her body in that dress looked comparable to a forties movie star, and she oozed grace. It was amazing how much grace she had. Each step she took towards the bed looked like she was walking on air.

"Wow, Morgana you look amazing." Wade complimented, offering his hand to her she took it and he spun her around. He didn't really want to go to the restaurant with her, no he debated stealing her away and taking her somewhere else. Somewhere, where they could be alone, where he could stop all the jokes and use his charm on her.

"Thank you, you're not too bad yourself Mr. Wilson. Please call me Ana, I hate when people call me Morgana, it's so formal." Ana complained, Wade still had her hand and he was very tempted to pull her towards him. "Why don't we go now, he should be arriving soon, and I want to get this over with." Wade let go of her hand, and went to the door grasping the gold door knob he opened the door. Ana glided through the doorway smiling sweetly, Wade quickly followed. They walked to the elevator, Wade put his arm around her waist and she looked up at him, he just stared at the doors waiting for them to open. His arm was strong and warm, her body pressed slightly against his and she took a deep breath in. Her nose filled with the scent of his cologne, it was thick and musky, her eyes closed slightly. She enjoyed the closeness they had in the movement, he smelled so good, a mix of musk, spice and an ever so light hint of vanilla. The doors opened and Ana was jolted from her meditation. Wade guided her into the elevator and the operator smiled at them.

"May I say mademoiselle you look gorgeous." The man said earnestly and with a smile. He pushed the first floor button and the elevator lurched downward.

"Thank you Monsieur. Wade you ready?" She asked looking at her formerly rugged looking team mate. Who now stood before her looking as handsome as Marlon Brando, she smiled leaning in slightly to his body.

"I was born ready." She laughed and shook her head as they walked out, they quickly walked across the lobby, Wade got the door for her and she slipped past him. They stood outside in the warm summer air, and a taxi pulled up looking for a customer. Wade hailed him down and they climbed in.

"The Chateau Rouge please." Ana said shifting to get comfortable. Wade wasn't particularly fond of this plan. The time she had been in the team with him, he was starting to enjoy her company and the idea of her seducing a sleazy arms dealer, made his stomach turn.

Part of him wish they had sent Wraith with her, or Zero, but he knew why they sent him. Even with his smart mouth, he looked quite handsome and would blend in easily to a five star restaurant. He also knew that if he let anything to her Stryker was going to murder him. Not that he would let that disgusting two bit dealer hurt her, it would happen over his dead body. She looked amazing, he had no doubt the arms dealer was going to fall right into her trap, he wasn't exactly sure how things were going to play out. He hoped she didn't trade a favor, for a favor. The idea any part of her pressed against the thug made his blood boil.

"Monsieur we are here." The cab driver announced, Waded was brought back from his thoughts and handed the taxi driver some money. He slipped out of the car, and offered his hand to Ana. Her small delicate hand his, he guided her out of the taxi and onto the curb. The Chateau Rouge was actually quite discrete. The outside was covered in worn stone, it looked like it had seen centuries in Paris. A small bright red round awning covered the equally bright red doors. It was the perfect place for backdoor deals, sex and booze. There were quite a few people converging on the front door, a large black man dressed in a slick black suit was working the door. He opened the door and greeting the rich aristocrats that were craving a night of debauchery.

"Don't do anything stupid." Wade coaxed her, putting his hand on her lower back he guided her towards the door. The large man smiled at them, grabbing the gold door handle he pulled the door open.

"Bonsoir Monsieur et madamsoiselle." The doorman had a deep and thick North African French accent, that glided into Ana's ear like sweet thick honey. They walked through the a short hall, the walls were painted red with gold crown and foot moldings. The smell of scotch and wine filled Ana's nostrils as they approached the door to the dining room. Inside was breathtakingly luxurious, everything was draped in red velvet and silk. The stage at the end of the room was black with dim sultry lighting with a gorgeous girl doing a burlesque routine, a jazz band playing just behind her. The room was filled with cigarette and cigar smoke. Ana scanned the room looking for their target, he was sitting in a VIP area with two very large men guarding it.

"Wade will you go get a drink. I am going to go say hello." She walked confidently away from her escort towards the guards. It was loud, people were talking, laughing and having a general good time. As she approached them, one of the guards put his hand up.

"Excuse me mademoiselle this area is off limits." His voice was firm and commanding, she ran her hand up his arm with a seductive smile.

"Oh please, I think your boss would be upset if you didn't let the most beautiful woman in the bar meet him." She her voice was soft and silky, she wasn't going to waste her power, she would just use her charm. Wade had made his way to the bar, leaning against the dark mahogany wood his eyes glued to Ana, her hips swayed with each step she took. Every move she made was hypnotic, and he grit his teeth.

"Can I get you anything sir?" A thick French accent asked from behind him. Wade kept his breathing even and smirked at the bartender.

"Scotch on the rocks." He replied coolly bringing his eyes back to Ana. Who was moving effortlessly up the stairs to the table where Bouvier sat. The bartender placed a highball glass on a cork coaster with the scotch and ice beside Wade. Picking it up, Wade began to sip it slowly, savoring the rich flavour and kept his eyes on the weasel.

"Bonsoir Monsieur Bouvier." Ana greeted as she sat next to him in his booth. He looked at her, his eyes moved up and down her body. Raising his eyebrow he took a puff of his cigar.

"And who might you be Mademoiselle?" Francois asked watching her carefully. He took the cigar out of his mouth and took a sip of his scotch. Ana didn't flinch letting her knee brush his, she took the cigar from him, and took a puff.

"My name is Ana." She replied with a charming smile. Francois smirked watching the beautiful woman beside him puff on his cigar.

"And what can I do for you Ana." He asked turning to face the beautiful woman beside him. She passed the cigar back and placed her hand on his forearm smiling coyly at him.

"Well," She started running her hand up his jacket lapel. "I was looking for some company." He smirked and brushed the air behind her ear. They began to chat inching closer and closer to each other. Wade was watching them carefully. Bouvier was a slimy son of a bitch, and Wade hated it, watching her hang off of him was disgusting. He continued to nurse his glass, as his eyes burned a hole into Bouvier's head.

"She is a beautiful woman." The bartender commented as he shone a glass.

"Yes she is." Wade replied in a matter of fact tone, taking another sip of his scotch. His red headed partner, and the arms deal made their way to the dance floor. A sexy sultry jazz song began to play and Wade ground his teeth watching them, they began to dance. Her hips swayed with the music as her partner's hand slipped from her lower back to her round heart shaped bottom. Wade grit his teeth as her hand ran through her target's greasy hair.

"Oh Francois." She giggled airily, "So what do you do?"

"I am a business man." He replied with a smirk. She used her telepathy to sway him to give her whatever he was hiding.

"What kind of business?"

"I am an arm's dealer." He replied hazily, she smiled slyly as they continued to dance.

"Oh how daring!" She gasped pulling him closer, his cologne was so strong she could barely breath. She kept her eyes locked with Francois as they danced, her large breast pressed slightly against the silk tweed blend of his coat.

"Yes, it can be quite dangerous."

"Do you know a man called Khalid Jaffar?" She whispered leaning closer to his ear, the smell of him caught in her throat but she swallowed hard, forcing herself to endure the smell.

"I might. Why do you want to know?"

"I am looking to make a deal." She answered, the song ended and everyone began to clap. They broke apart both clapping in appreciation for the band. Bouvier smirked, grabbing her wrist he gently led her back to the booth.

"And what would a woman like you want with Jaffar?" He asked leaning back taking a sip of his scotch.

"I am interested in speaking with him on behalf of my employer."

"That would be?" Ana slid right next to him leaning into his ear. Her hand rested on his knee and smiled crossed her lips.

"Mikhail Andropov," She moved away batting her eyelashes. "He is interested in buying from him. Do you know where he is?"

"What do I get if I tell you?" Bouvier asked a slick smile on his face, he pulled her close. Wade tensed up watching their display. Ana gave Francois a coy look and pushed him away with a demure smile. He pulled her closer and she leaned in giving him a passionate kiss. "If that is a clue was to what will happen later then we've got a deal."

"So where is he, Mon Cher?" She pressed, this was getting tiring, she wanted to leave. The smell of his cologne was stuck in her nose, and she could barely breath.

"His business in in Lagos Nigeria." Bouvier replied going for another kiss.

"Oh please Francois!" She chided playfully pushing him away. "Let me go freshen up."

She stood up and walked passed his guard towards the ladies room. Wade finished his drink and put the glass on the bar and followed her. He was itching for a fight, he found himself boiling with rage. That son of a bitch's lips were pressed against Ana's sweet red lips. As he weaved through the crowd of tables and people, he found Ana. She was leaning against the wall waiting for Wade to find her, with a smile on her lips he couldn't help feel more possessive.

"Alright, we can go now." She told him with a smile, "I got all the information."

"I was starting to wonder if he was going to take you home." Wade grumbled staring at her with frigid eyes. As they were talking, one of the body guards came to retrieve Ana.

"Excuse me Sir, I am here for Ms. Ana." The body guard announced. Wade could feel his muscles tense and he flexed his jaw. He let a ragged rage filled breath escape his lips and turned on his heel his eyes filled with a dark coldness Ana had never seen before.

"She's busy right now." He growled clenching his fists, he looked the man up and down. The bodyguard was only slightly taller than him, his shoulders were incredibly wide and it was obvious this man had the body of a titan under his black and white suit. This fact did not sway Wade, he might not have Victor's super strength, or Logan's healing powers but he would be damned if that thug thought he was going to take Ana back to Bouvier.

"Mr. Bouvier would like Ms. Ana to come back to the table now." The body guard replied stiffly grabbing Ana, Wade pulled out a gun pointing it right in the man's face. The black metal of the gun seemed to have a satin sheen. The bodyguard froze and stared into the barrel of the gun, his eyes wide.

"Tell Bouvier she's is tired and is heading home for the night." Wade snarled, and the body guard let Ana go. She inched toward Wade and placed her hand on his right arm. Peeking out from behind him to look at the bodyguard. The giant thug grit his teeth, it wasn't worth trying to disarm Wade. He turned slowly and began walking towards the dining room leaving Wade and Ana alone.

"We are leaving." Wade growled, his blood was boiling and his muscles were tense.

He slid his gun back under his suit jacket and grabbed her hand roughly leading her out the back. Ana was furious, he could have handled that much better. They stood outside of the Chateau Rouge, waiting to hail a cab and Ana ripped her hand from his. The cool night air brushed against Ana's hot cheek. She was flushed with rage and she glared at him, he looked equally as furious as she did. A large yellow cab rolled up and stopped in front of them. Wade opened the door and motioned for Ana to climb in. She slowly climbed inside making sure to keep her dress clean and tidy. Wade followed her lead and slipped inside next to her. Spreading his long legs he took up the entire left side and the middle of the cab.

"The Clarion." Wade barked harshly to the driver. As the car began to move, Ana stared out the window, all she could think about was his recklessness and gall. How could he snap at the bodyguard like that, she was more than capable of implanting the thought in his head. He didn't need to wave his weapon around like some sort of animal. They both sat in silence as the car drove through the streets of Paris both brooding hotly in the cab.