Well, it's been a couple weeks since an update, so I thought "what the hell, let's post!" And I'm glad I thought that, because I totally forgot how excited I was for this chapter. I hope everyone else is as excited as I am.

Edited: sep 7 2014


The following day, Ansa and Remy decided they needed to plan everything out—they needed to get in, get the files, and get out, all while being completely undetected. So, they sat together in their living space, both still trying to ignore whatever the hell happened between them yesterday.

"We need someone else on the inside." Ansa said as she looked over all her paperwork—she, for the most part, kept her eyes away from Remy's face. Honestly, she wouldn't have been so bothered by him saying her name if it weren't for the fact that she thought about it all night. Now, she felt tired and distracted—not a good mix for an agent on a mission, "We know we can't trust Benoit anymore."

"Bu' I don' know who we can trust." Remy replied, leaning back in his chair as he watched his partner closely. Similarly, he wouldn't have been bothered by her use of his name if it wasn't for the fact that he really enjoyed hearing her say it.

He wasn't frustrated with himself for this (as Ansa was), but rather he was confused with himself. Did he really enjoy the sound of his name on her tongue so much? It was just his name, but it felt as if it changed everything between them.

Remy made himself focus once more, "I don' think we can get an'one on the inside ta help us—we gonna have ta continue alone."

Ansa sighed and pressed her hands over her eyes. She didn't expect this to be so damned difficult. She would get it done, she was determined of that, but she wasn't sure how much more time it would take.

"Then what would you suggest, LeBeau?" She asked after a moment, allowing herself to look the man in the eye for a brief moment. Remy looked back trying to concentrate, but found himself distracted nonetheless by her gaze.

After shaking himself from distraction, the Cajun responded, "I'm no' sure, chère—the bes' I can come up wit' is simply gettin' in and gettin' out."

Ansa shook her head, leaning back in her seat and looking around the room, "Trying to purchase them would be too risky?"

Remy nodded almost instantly, "Oh yeah—like we discussed befo', they know I'm 'ere and they know I 'ave a friend wit' me. They'd be too suspicious."

"Then a good old fashioned robbery it is…" the agent said to herself. She looked up to Remy's face to see him looking right back at her thoughtfully. The pair stared each other in the eyes for a few long moments before realizing there was a heavy silence that wasn't all so comfortable.

Jerkily, Ansa stood and began to collect her paperwork, muttering something about 'updating Director Stoner on our progress.'


The air between the two had remained thick all day—both still felt on edge and very nearly uncomfortable. It was completely redundant—both knew that—since nothing had actually happened between them. Yet, it still felt like something did, in fact, happen.

Remy had wondered when he began enjoying all the little things about Ansa. When did he begin liking the sound of her voice saying something harsh and when she glared at someone until he was certain they'd die from it? When did he begin to catch himself grinning as he recalled the time she let her guard down to tell him about her past? He felt completely confused—the last time he was certain he felt butterflies likes this was with Bella Donna. Even then, it was different with the two women.

Similarly, Ansa kept trying to figure out when she began enjoying Remy's company. When did she start enjoying being called 'chère' and when did she realize she liked looking at his red eyes? Unlike Remy, she was upset with herself—she easily realized that she had grown attached to this man. How it happened was still a bit of a mystery, but she knew it happened and she was anything but pleased. It made Ansa feel weak in a way she never wanted to know. And now she couldn't avoid it regardless of how much she would have liked to.

The pair didn't try talking about it—after the awkward morning they had, they tried to avoid each other. How would they even begin to discuss it? What would they even try to discuss? They weren't sure what exactly it was in the first place.

As the evening rolled around, Ansa had finally told herself there was definitely something in the air, and she determined it needed discussing. So, that's how she found herself leaving behind her paperwork and marching to Remy's door. Her knock masked her hesitation well as she still tried to figure out what to say.

When Remy finally opened the door, his eyes stared piercingly into Ansa's, surprising the woman. She licked her lips and took a deep breath.

"We need to talk." She said assertively. The man simply nodded and allowed her to lead him to the living room. For a few moments, she looked at the floor in thought before meeting his gaze, "What's going on here?"

Remy raised an eyebrow, "Wha' ya mean, chère?" He knew exactly what she was talking about. He definitely knew. But he still wasn't sure what he could say.

"Our… relationship has changed." Ansa continued to look thoughtful, "And it's completely obvious, so don't act like you don't know."

"Then wha' ya want me ta say 'bout it?" Remy gave a shrug as he waited for a response.

Ansa stared back at him, "Explain your perspective."

"You firs'."

The agent's eyes narrowed slightly, "We are suddenly uncomfortable around each other."

"Obviously." Internally, Remy was becoming flustered, but kept telling himself to act otherwise, "You t'ink there's an explanation tha' can be put inta words?"

"Of course, there's always an explanation." Ansa's voice was firm as she took a step closer to Remy.

After a moment, he gave her a grin, "I t'ink you know 'xactly wha' it is, chère, but you're afraid of saying it." Ansa straightened up a little as her gaze continued to pierce Remy's.

"I could say the same to you." Now, the Cajun was a little taken aback, "So, why are you afraid of saying it?" Remy took a slight step to the side, and Ansa's eyes were still planted firmly on him, keeping him in place, "Tell me what this is, Remy." He couldn't help it, but his jaw slacked just a little—the ways she said his name was… well, fantastic was the first word he could think of. But did she do that on purpose? He couldn't let her manipulate him like that.

"Why don' you tell me?" They continued to watch each other carefully when Remy considered using Ansa's own tool against her. After letting out a slight sigh, he stole a look at the ground before meeting her eyes again, "… Ansa…" It was a nearly impossible change to spot, but her eyes changed and Remy immediately saw it. Her gaze softened, but also grew anxious, "ya try to explain it to me."

It was obvious she was upset—there was absolutely no denying that. But she had a vulnerability Remy didn't expect. There was so much more to Ansa than meets the eye, and this moment only supported that.

Finally, she muttered a small "fuck" as her eyes finally left his to stare off to the side. With that, Remy began to assume she gave up on it and wouldn't continue the discussion. But when she suddenly and unexpectedly looked back into his eyes, the Cajun assumed this was anything but over.

"Okay," Ansa started confidently, "let's just get this over with so we can put it to rest." Remy raised an eyebrow at her as she gazed back firmly, "Just get over here and fucking kiss me, alright."

Remy stood in shock—he didn't expect her to say that. Actually, he wasn't sure what he was expecting, but he was completely certain that wasn't it. He felt a little frozen as he simply stared back at Ansa.

It wasn't until she quirked an eyebrow that Remy finally made his move.

He approached her quickly, his strides portraying urgency. But when he was finally standing in front of Ansa, a keen look on her features, he lost that confidence that moved him. As he stared down at her, he began to doubt this. What would this change? Should he really do this?

Ansa, however, had grown impatient with the man. In an instant, she had her hand in Remy's collar and was pulling him to her eye level. Remy didn't have enough time to respond once she crashed her mouth against his. He was frozen as Ansa's smooth lips enticed him.

But it only lasted a moment. Once he regained his composure, Remy's lips began to move skillfully with Ansa's. One of his hands moved up to tangle in her auburn hair while the other found its way to her waist. When he began to respond, Ansa nearly grinned into their kiss as her hands pulled him closer and she found herself standing on her toes. She didn't realize how completely she would enjoy this.

Quickly, Remy found himself snaking his tongue between the woman's lips and he was certain he heard Ansa groan in satisfaction. And the way she tugged at his hair and shirt confirmed he was doing something right. Their tongues melded together, moving and exploring as the pair clung more firmly to each other.

After another few moments, Remy began to move Ansa, walking her backwards as he hoped she'd collide with the couch or wall rather soon. She stumbled slightly, causing Remy to chuckle against her lips and receive a smack to the back of his head.

Soon, Ansa fell back against the couch, the Cajun moving down with her and straddling her hips. He began to move his warm lips along her jaw and down her neck, nipping at her skin as Ansa's heavy breathing filled the room. Remy bit her soft skin just above her collarbone, causing her to gasp and twist her fingers further into his hair.

As Remy continued to press kisses against Ansa's warm skin, she began to consider the situation—she didn't expect it to move in this direction. She thought maybe a simple kiss or peck, but now she was glad it was more than that. She didn't think she'd enjoy Remy's lips this much, didn't think she'd want this to continue. But it was utterly wonderful.

Ansa's hands moved from Remy's tangled hair to his cheeks, pulling his face from her chest and back up to plant her lips against his for a slow kiss. Remy grinned against her smooth lips, his hands lightly massaging her waist and back.

Eventually, the two pulled back, panting as they slowly looked into each other's eyes. Unexpectedly, Ansa let out a brief giggle and leaned her forehead against the man's shoulder. He grinned as he held her, before he finally built up the courage to speak.

"Well, dat went betta than expected." He said breathily. Ansa lightly kissed the side of his neck before looking back up into his dark eyes, smiling happily.

"Much better." She replied. The pair grew silent once more as they lied on the couch together. Remy's eyes began to wander as Ansa observed him, taking in each of his features. If this didn't change anything between them, then she didn't know what would.


WOWZA GUYS. Yeah, I don't know what to say really because I WROTE THE THING. IT HAPPENED. Anyway, thoughts?